Sunday, July 27, 2014

Before Breakfast

© Guyspencer 2014
Before Breakfast

Heartsick, young Miss Dana Edwards sat in front of the Principal’s desk whilst listening as the great man phoned her mother.  She could hear enough of the conversation to know that her shapely bottom was in big trouble.

“Yes Mrs Edwards,’ he said, “Surely this was only a senior prank, but this prank wasn’t thought out.  So it went wrong and could have gotten someone seriously hurt.  Besides, it’s the beginning of the school year and we have a whole year of schoolwork ahead of us.  It’s normal for seniors to kick up their heels a bit, but not yet!  It’s way too early for this stuff, so I must jump on this behavior with both feet!’

What he said next, made the pretty little teen’s gut twist!

“Unfortunately, the most I’m allowed to give her is six swats.  I intend to make them good ones, but hopefully you will add some emphasis at home?”

Dana knew her parents, and knew that the Principal needn’t ask.  Her parents lived by the rule, “Spanked at school, spanked at home.”

She saw the Principal smile a bit, and knew exactly what her mother was telling him. 

But there was more: 

The Principal responded, “Thanks for your offer Mrs Edwards, but even with your permission for more, six swats is the maximum allowed.”

He paused again, listening to another suggestion from Dana’s mother.  Inexplicably, he blushed.  “Mrs Edwards I appreciate your support in this matter, but that’s the school board’s strictest rule!  Surely my paddle would be more effective on her, um, (cough) unprotected bottom, but all corporal punishment in this school is applied over clothing.”

Dana was trying to shrink into her chair when the conversation finally concluded with the words, “So I’ll give her the maximum punishment and then send her back to class.  From what you’ve told me, I’m totally confident that you and Mr. Edwards will deal properly with this matter.   (pause)  Yes, I’ll instruct her to go directly home after school.  Thanks for your support in this matter Mrs. Edwards.

The Principal hung up the phone and then paused for effect, watching the girl squirm.

Finally he spoke, “As you doubtless heard, you are to go straight home after school, where you can expect the lesson that I’m about to deliver to be reinforced by your parents.”   

Dana nodded sadly.  Doubtless she would be spanked at home.  From long experience she even knew precisely when it would happen.  It would be tomorrow morning, before breakfast.


The Principal called his secretary to witness.

As the lady solemnly walked into the office, Dana felt her stomach cramp.   

With her paddling obviously imminent, Dana thought ruefully about today’s choice of clothing.  Her panties were so tiny as to be nonexistent.  They certainly wouldn’t offer protection against a paddle!  Similarly, her slacks were tight and thin.  Had her mother been paying attention that morning, she likely would have made Dana wear something more substantial under them.  From stories that she had heard, she knew that the Principal’s heavy paddle could easily burn through three layers of clothing.  Unfortunately Dana was effectively only wearing one layer, one thin layer!

At the principal’s order, she shakily stood.  In a practiced routine, he cleared the area in front of his desk.  He ensured that Dana was watching as he opened a cupboard to extract a fearsome looking paddle.  The sight took her breath away.  That paddle was legendary in the school, but Dana had never before actually glimpsed it.   

Perhaps, (considering Dana’s frame of mind) the paddle wasn’t really as huge as it looked to the girl, but it impressed her enough to weaken her legs and cramp her bladder.  That bladder twinge left Dana with a whole new worry.  She considered asking to use the toilet, but was too timid to speak up.

With a hand on her shoulder, the Principal urged her to his desk, and then positioned her carefully, her small breasts smashed against the desktop, her legs slightly apart for balance, and with her hands grasping the far edge of the desk.  Her world contracted to include only the tiny square of desktop directly in her vision, her cringing bottom, and that now unseen paddle.

“This paddle will burn an important lesson into your brain.” he lectured, “for your own good, try to stay down for all six swats.”       

The Principal inspected his target.  Dana’s thin pants were molded to her bottom.  Trying not to be obvious, he admired the sight.  Were the pants molding Dana’s bottom, or was her bottom molding the pants?  Finally he decided that neither was entirely correct.  What he was seeing was perfect synergy between the female form and the textile that covered and restrained it.  He noted that her pants were thin, so thin that they offered microscopic peeks of female flesh underneath.    Professionally, he checked for panty lines.  They were hard to find!  Near the tops of her cheeks, dual lines emerged from her cleft, diverging right and left at an angle out towards her tiny waist.  Had she not been wearing those thin slacks, most of her cheeks would be exposed.

Since his paddle was devastating even through multiple layers of winter-weight clothing, he could imagine how it would feel through Dana’s paper-thin slacks with virtually nonexistent panties.  He mentally shrugged.  That was Dana’s problem, not his.

Keeping one hand in the small of Dana’s back, he raised the paddle high and then let fly, smashing it dead center into the meatiest summits of Dana’s delectable bottom.  There was the usual pause, the time it takes for the pain signals to reach the girl’s brain.

Dana screeched and then tried to stand, but the Principal was ready for that.  His restraining hand kept her pinned in place.   

Dana was no stranger to the parental lap, so she knew well what a spanking felt like, but this was different!  This was a deep pain inflicted on her bottom with absolutely no “warmup”.

She yelped after the second blow, and immediately reached back to protect her bottom.  In a firm
but surprisingly kindly voice, he warned her to put her hand back onto the edge of his desk.  After the third swat, poor Dana was blubbering miserably and seemed unable to hear his orders or control her hands.  He looked at his secretary and waved her around the desk.  Mercifully, she restrained Dana’s wrists so that the Principle could finish the girl’s punishment.

He delivered the last three blows slowly.  Because of her thin pants, he carefully spread them out to reduce the chance of bruising.  Finally it was over!

Dana hadn’t taken her punishment well, but at least it was over.  He helped her up, delivered a short lecture, and then asked the secretary to take the blubbering girl into his washroom to “clean up”.

Still stricken-looking in spite of the secretary’s TLC, and still obviously in pain, Dana waddled out into the hallway.  The Principal watched her go with a mixture of satisfaction and empathy.  He was basically a kind man.  He knew Dana as a good girl.  In this case, she had simply been the unfortunate one to serve as an example.  By “cracking down” now, he sent a message to the entire senior class.  In the long run, he hoped to paddle fewer bottoms.


The rest of the school day was difficult for Dana.  She presented her pass to the teacher.  As she did, she mumbled a plea.  Taking pity on her, the man allowed her to stand in back of the room.  By her next class, the throbbing had abated enough so she could sit, but not without squirming.

As the Principal had intended, the news of Dana’s paddling soon spread throughout the school.  Dana found herself the center of attention, but not in a way that she would have preferred!

As bad as the school day was, it ended too soon for Dana.  Obediently, she walked straight home, dreading the encounter with her mother. 


If nothing else, Dana’s parents were predictable.  Like many parents, they had a certain rule; if you get punished at school, you also get punished at home.  Dana’s parents were even more predictable than others though, because their spanking routine was unvarying. 

That rigid routine came from her mother’s upbringing.  Simply put, spankings were always delayed until the following morning, and delivered before breakfast.  This may seem odd, but the tradition held a certain logic.  First, it ensured that spankings were delivered only after parental anger had been given time to cool. 

Second; the calculated delay made the punishment more memorable and effective without making it more severe.  Thus, the parents shouldn’t need to spank as often, or as hard.  In that respect, the parents thought of it as a kindness.

You can imagine that Dana and her older brother spent many sleepless nights worrying about their imminent punishment, and thinking about the behavior that caused it.  Also, assuming that the spanking happened on a school morning, those hard school chairs would reinforce the parental lesson as the kids squirmed on a freshly spanked bottom.

Finally; since spankings were always privately delivered at a time when they were always bare, spankings could be delivered minus drama and possible sexual connotations of stripping for the event.

As each child reached ten, father became their exclusive spanker, although both parents were always present.  The father took his parenting responsibilities very seriously.  He was the spanker because his wife was a small woman.  At first he thought this wouldn’t be a problem because, naturally,  he had seen both children nude since their infancy.  So why would that be a problem?  However, as Dana’s female body matured, he had become increasingly reluctant to spank her.  It simply wasn’t the same as spanking her older brother.     


All too soon, Dana’s reluctant feet took her home, and to the inevitable encounter with her mother.  It actually helped that her mother already knew.  That saved Dana the misery of confessing that she had gotten into trouble at school, and she was spared the sight of sudden disappointment on her mother’s face.  Perhaps more importantly, her mother had been given time to cool down. 

Dana’s parents weren’t screamers, but mother sat her down and spoke firmly, “You’re on restriction starting now, young lady.  You got yourself spanked at school, so you know what will happen tomorrow morning.  Right?”

Sadly, Dana shook her head and then sobbed, “I know Mommy, I’ll get spanked.  I’m sorry.  What I did was stupid.”

Mollified for now, mother next asked how much homework Dana had brought home.  Fortunately, she could be done before supper.

“Good,” mother said.  “I want you to get started quickly, but first show me your bottom.”

To Dana’s discomfiture, Mother insisted on doing it right there in the kitchen.  As the girl turned around and reluctantly lowered pants and panties, she had an illogical fear that her brother might suddenly burst into the room.  (It was unlikely, his community college classes ran late.)  Mother huffed when she saw Dana’s thin pants and tiny panties.  “You’re supposed to wear full panties with those thin pants,” she scolded, “ Well, I guess you learned your lesson today.”

Mother examined her daughter’s bottom closely, even making Dana lower her pants more to view her paddled thighs.  She complimented the Principal’s handiwork.  “You surely felt that, but he spread the swats around nicely.  With those thin pants, I was afraid you would be too bruised to be spanked tomorrow morning, but you’ll be fine.  I hope you learned something.”

Dana tearfully assured her mother that she had learned her lesson from the Principal’s not-so-tender ministrations.  Naturally, that wouldn’t save her bottom from her parents!

Then mother sent Dana to her room with instructions to change into her pajamas and to finish her homework before supper.   


On restriction, Dana followed rules by donning her pajamas and then opening her bedroom door wide before she sat at her little desk to do her homework.  As she worked, she heard her father and later her brother arrive home for the evening.  Her ears tingled, wishing that she could hear her parents talk about her and know what they had decided about her punishment. Unquestionably, she would be spanked tomorrow morning, and on her bare bottom.  The major questions were “with what” and “how hard”?  Also, her restriction may, or may not, end with her spanking.  

She heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Mark looked into her bedroom.  His face told her that he already knew everything.  Unfortunately, all he could offer was brotherly kindness. 

“Are you OK kido?” he asked.

“Yea,” she said sadly, looking up from her work, “but plan on waking up to the sounds of a spanking tomorrow morning.” 

“It won’t be the first time,” he replied, “And my spankings have woken you up enough mornings.  It sucks, but it’s just a few minutes of hell, and then life goes on.  The truth is, I’ve never had an unfair spanking.”

“Yea, I know.” she replied, “To be fair, I really screwed up.  I’m not looking forward to this ass-beating, but I suppose I earned it.”

“If there’s anything I can do, just say the word.”  He spoke a bit lamely, because they both knew that he could do nothing to help his sister except offer his consolation.  Still, she appreciated his kind words.

Thanks Mark,” she replied.  Sadly, she returned to her homework.


Soon everyone was called to supper.  Dana’s father greeted her as if nothing was wrong, and then everybody sat to eat.  Conversation was a bit forced, as everybody tried to pretend that all was normal.  Dana picked at her food.  She felt funny being the only person in pajamas, and couldn’t get her pending punishment out of her mind.

After supper, mother asked about homework.  Dana’s homework was done, so mother asked her to help with the dishes.  “And then,” she said, “your father and I need to talk to you.” 

Dana dreaded “The Talk” almost as much as a spanking, but said, “Yes Mommy,” and helped with cleanup.

With the dishes done, mother escorted Dana to the living room.  Dana immediately noticed that the TV was off and her brother had disappeared.  She was alone with her parents.    

After a hug and reassurances of their love, they started by requiring her to “tell the whole story.”  Resisting the urge to sugar coat things by minimizing her role in the prank, Dana laid out the facts from the beginning to the end, ending with a lame apology. 

In truth, her parents were impressed with her frankness and honesty, and that probably saved her from the hairbrush later and even minimized the inevitable parental lecture.  Still, by the time “The Talk” was over, Dana was in tears.

And then came the logical conclusion: 

Father said, “You know the rule about when you get punished at school, so you know what to expect, right?”

Dana sobbed the answer, “Yes daddy, I’ll get spanked tomorrow morning.” 

In answer, he hugged her, “Yes Honey, that’s correct.  Believe me, I hate it, but that’s a daddy’s job.”

While father talked, mother slipped from the room.  She returned moments later holding an old alarm clock, a family heirloom.  She sat down for a moment to lovingly wind it, set the alarm and  set the time.  She handed it to Dana, who tearfully accepted it with both hands.

Mother spoke, kindly but firmly.  “You’re on restriction, so it’s now your bedtime.  You know the routine!  Take this clock with you.  When it alarms tomorrow morning, you jump out of bed and then take a quick shower and dry yourself .  I’ll find you in your bathroom.  Don’t dawdle!

Yes, Dana knew her family’s punishment routine well.  It hadn’t varied since her early childhood.  Although Mark hadn’t been punished recently, he was still technically subject to it because he still lived at home.  Dana hadn’t been so lucky.  Her last time had been only last month.  

She knew what time the alarm was set for.  It would go off at exactly seven AM, a full half hour before her usual waking time.  That extra thirty minutes was to give her parents time to spank her!

Although it wasn’t dark yet, Dana reluctantly carried the ticking clock up to her room.  She was on restriction and had been sent to bed, so she would remain there until that alarm went off.  There would be no radio, no phone, no reading, no nothing.  Just her, the bed, that ticking clock, and her thoughts.


At first, she couldn’t sleep.  The day’s events ran through her head time after time, always tinged with a hearty helping of guilt.  She actually cried when it occurred to her how much she had disappointed her parents.  Later, when she inevitably thought of her coming punishment, she shed a few more tears.

When she wasn’t thinking of today’s events, even worse thoughts about tomorrow filled her head.  Doubtless she would be spanked on her bare bottom, but she didn’t really know how severe a spanking to expect.  A mild spanking was highly unlikely, but her parent’s ultimate sanction was a hairbrush spanking.  Was that likely?  She wasn’t sure.

Several times she drifted off into a troubled sleep, only to be awakened by the ticking of that clock, which would remind her of what to expect in the morning.  Later, it would seem like she had been awake all night, but she probably spent much of the night fitfully dreaming. 


Finally she drifted into a deep enough sleep to have “The Dream”. 

Being spanked by her father wasn’t an erotic experience for Dana, not even in her fantasy life.  However there was a recurring dream that she wasn’t equipped to understand, and was too embarrassing to discuss with anyone. 

The dream was always the same: She would find herself across the lap of a young man, her bottom bared for punishment.  His face was a blur, but his body was taut and well proportioned.  Like her father, this man expressed love, firmness and compassion as he spanked her.  But it wasn’t a fatherly kind of love!  This was an erotic love.  At the climax of the dream, and the climax of her imagined spanking, Dana dreamed she was thrashing and bouncing on her spanker’s erect phallus.   That was the end of the dream.  Dana would awake sweaty and aroused--and confused!    

Dana knew that teens often have erotic dreams, but how did her mind manage to mix spanking with sex?  And why did she feel so guilty about it?


Coming in the wee hours of the morning, “The Dream” actually helped because afterwards she managed an endorphin-induced slumber for the next several hours.  She was startled by the old alarm clock’s clamor.   

It took only moments for her brain to clear enough to remember her instructions.  She jumped up from bed, and went straight to the upstairs bathroom.  She shed her pajamas, took a quick pee, and then jumped into the shower.  She quickly soaped down her body, washed, and then rinsed off, leaving shampooing for another time.  Then she toweled off her developing body.

Dana was up early, but her parents had awoken even earlier.  Father had showered and dressed for work while mother made coffee.  By the time he heard Dana’s shower start, he was fully dressed and was sipping coffee.  He truly hated the task that was ahead of him, but wanted to be fully awake whilst performing his corporal duty. 

When Mother heard the shower stop in the upstairs bathroom, she picked up a large towel and purposely climbed the stairway.  She knocked at the bathroom door.  In a strained voice, Dana called her in. 


When Dana had risen from bed and taken her shower, she had been acting mostly from habit.  Oh yes, she remembered the purpose of her early awaking and quick shower, but habit and her slightly fuzzy mental state helped her cope.  But when she heard that knock, she snapped fully awake.  Dana knew who was knocking, and she knew exactly why mother was there.  Dana was about to be escorted downstairs to be spanked!

As Dana invited her mother to enter, her buttocks clenched, her tummy spawned butterflies, and tears spurted from her eyes.

Mother had been through this routine several times with both Dana and her brother.  As she opened the door, she wasn’t surprised at the stricken look on her daughter’s face.  She opened her arms and pulled the girl into a hug.  Dana’s still-damp body smelled pure and clean.  She allowed the girl a moment to sob on her shoulder, and then mumbled morning greetings to the sad girl, and told her she loved her.  Finally she finished with, “The sooner we start dear, the sooner your punishment will be over.  Shall we go downstairs to see your father?”

Tearfully, Dana nodded, and then lifted up her arms.  The mother shook out the large towel she was carrying, and then wrapped it around Dana, hiding her nakedness.  The towel hung from Dana like a shift, neatly covering her from just above her breasts down to below her knees.

Then mother led the unresisting girl down the stairs, through a short hallway, and thence into the parental bedroom, where father unhappily awaited.   

Tearfully, Dana faced her father.


Mr. Edwards was a good man who took his parental duties seriously.  Throughly vanilla, he received no joy from spanking his children.  Having raised both of his children from infancy and having that special parental relationship with them, there shouldn’t be any issues with him viewing their bodies when necessary.  At least, that’s what he thought when he assumed exclusive spanking duties when the kids became too big for their mother to spank. 

Although it hadn’t been necessary recently, he had no particular issues spanking Mark.  They used exactly the same procedure with both children, the early morning spanking in the parent’s bedroom.  Both kids were spanked nude.  Always done in private, immediately after their morning shower, the nudity wasn’t for humiliation, but only because it was the simplest and best method.  But now that Dana’s body was flowering into adulthood, the father had discovered that was becoming a problem.  At least, a problem to him!

He truly hated to spank Dana, and hoped that every time was the last time!


As the tearful girl entered his bedroom, the father stood, went to her, and tenderly embraced her.  As the mother had before, he greeted her, assured her that he loved her, and pecked her on the cheek.

Through her teary vision, Dana looked past her father to scan the surface of the bed.  She was slightly heartened by the lack of a hairbrush.

Then the atmosphere in the room became very serious.  Purposely, father released his precious daughter and sat on the edge of his bed.

Time was short, and Dana had already been lectured, so father briefly reminded Dana of the reason for her punishment and of the lesson she should learn from it.  As always he ended with, “Do you have anything to say before we begin?”

Dana knew what that question signaled, so she sobbed an appropriate answer, “Only that I’m sorry daddy.  I know you have to spank me, and I promise to learn my lesson from it.”

She had been standing in front of her father.  Now, without being told, she shuffled around to his right thigh.

“Because of your good attitude, I won’t use the hairbrush.  But if this ever happens again...”

“Thank you daddy,” she responded with relief, “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t thank me too much young lady,” he replied as he patted his lap purposely, “You’ll take a sore bottom to school, which means that I will be taking a sore hand to work.” 

From previous experience, Dana knew the drill.  She raised her arms, allowing mother to unwrap and remove the towel.  Seeing new developments in his daughter’s ripening body, father blushed and looked away.  To hide her most private parts, Dana wasted no time in laying herself across her father’s lap.

Father kept his face averted until he felt his daughter’s weight settle onto his lap.  Finally he reluctantly looked down at his target.  He noticed that Dana’s bottom had spread a bit since the last time he saw it.  The girl was maturing fast!  He also noted that the Principal’s paddle had left a few mild reminders, but nothing that would prevent Dana from being spanked today.

He adjusted her, sliding her body out towards his knees to allow a better swing.  He had sat on the edge of the bed, so that she was jacknifed over his lap as if he were sitting in a chair.  Her toes dug into the bedroom carpet and she balanced herself with the palms of her hands.  With her head-down position, blood rushed to her head, making her feel fuzzy. 

Father felt off balance.  Spanking Dana felt nothing like spanking Mark!  He always insisted that he loved both of his children equally, but the fact was that his “little girl” had always been very special to him.  But now that his “little girl” was filling out in such an adult and feminine way, he really didn’t feel right seeing her body.  He noticed that he was breathing hard and he could feel his heart beating furiously.  Had his body responded to this uncomfortable situation by reacting in a “male” way, the earnest father would surely have fled the room! 

Dana was much lighter than her brother Mark, and her body was correspondingly thinner.  The man had to remind himself that Dana was no fragile flower.  He had a serious spanking to deliver, and Dana’s young body was plenty tough enough to absorb it.  He knew from previous experience that once started and once fully absorbed in his task, he would do OK.  So best to get on with it!    


A rhythmic slapping sound intruded on Mark’s dreams without quite waking him.  His mind was just figuring out a way to work this new sound into the plot of his slightly erotic dream, when the sound of his sister’s loud blubbering and then bawling rousted him.  Of course, he had known that his sister was due for a spanking this morning, so his sleep-addled brain quickly focused enough for him to process the pained sounds.

He tried covering his head with a pillow, but further sleep was impossible.  The spanking continued, and his sister’s vocalizations became increasingly frantic.  Listening, he realized with a blush that Dana had often woken to his own “before breakfast” spankings.

By the time he stepped into the shower, Dana’s voice was increasing in register, quickly becoming a shriek.  Wow!  Father was really laying it on her!


Dana’s white round bottom quickly colored under her father’s vigorous corporal ministrations.  As you would expect, her bottom bounced and roiled under the first flurry of spanks.  Long ago, Dana had learned that there was nothing to be gained by silence.  She wasn’t overly dramatic, but neither did she hold back.  Already sobbing even before the spanking had started, that first volley of spanks did exactly what it was designed to do, it broke down Dana’s already shallow reserves, leaving her crying openly. 

Then father’s spanks became more measured, more calculated.  He spent the next several minutes delivering slower, but still devastating spanks.  The pauses between were calculated to allow her to properly appreciate each spank, and to allow him to judge the effectiveness of each, whilst planning the next one.  Her legs kicked freely, but her hands stayed busy.  When she instinctively raised a hand to reach back to protect her bottom, it would unbalance her, so that hand went back down where it belonged.

For a while, her cries turned to totally illogical pleas for respite, even though such pleas never worked with her parents. 

By now father had found his stride, and had managed to put his emotions aside long enough to do a proper job.  Long ago, he had learned not to rush a spanking, so he paced himself, allowing time for the lesson to indelibly sink into Dana’s brain.

Mother also had a part in this drama.  She stood back and watched Dana’s legs.  As long as they merely kicked, scissored, twisted and fluttered she did nothing.  But finally, inevitably, Dana curled them over her bottom.  The first time, father paused to pull them down and to warn her.  The second time it happened, he simply nodded at mother, who firmly but gently restrained her daughter’s feet.

He finished off with a long flurry of spanks that started alternately at the top of each cheek and worked their way down onto each upper leg, and then delivered several very firm spanks to each sit spot.  By now poor Dana was hoarse, exhausted, and thoroughly spanked.

Holding the stricken girl in place, he rubbed her back and spoke gentle words until she seemed to come to herself.  Then, reluctantly, he allowed her up for the inevitable dance.  As he tried to ignore her lewd naked antics, the father blushed anew.

They didn’t have time to prolong Dana’s aftercare, so they got her calmed and re-wrapped as quickly as possible.  Then, after tenderly washing her face, mother took her back upstairs to her room.  There she solicitously helped the still-sobbing girl dress for school.  Thinking of Dana’s comfort, the mother selected loose, full-cut panties, along with a long, loose-hanging skirt.

Then she sent the girl to the bathroom to repair her hair and face, with instructions to return for breakfast as soon as possible.


After Dana’s punishment and aftercare, there was no time to cook breakfast.  So Dana found cereal, milk and toast waiting for her when she finally limped down the stairs to join the family.  She was puffy-eyed and walking carefully, but otherwise seemed remarkably recovered.  As usual, mother and father sat together, so she put an arm around each and hugged them together to show that there were no hard feelings.  “Mom, dad, I’m really sorry.” she mumbled.

“All is forgiven,” father said gently, “and you are off restriction.”  She hugged him again.

As expected, Dana found a pillow on her chair.  Gingerly she sat at the table, turned to her brother, and spoke with a charming blush, “Sorry if I woke you up this morning.”

Remembering his own “before breakfast” spankings, it was Mark’s turn to blush, “I’m sure I’ve woken you the same way.” 

Dana nodded and smiled.  It had been sweet of Mark to share her embarrassment.    

By the time she had walked the several blocks to school, much of the stiffness was gone from Dana’s gait.  The first two periods were difficult and squirmy, but her young body quickly began to heal itself.  Noticing her eyes and her quietness, some friends asked what was wrong.  Dana claimed that it was just her allergies.  Her closest friends weren’t fooled.


Dana was a smart, happy and obedient girl who occasionally did things that seemed childish and (frankly) stupid.  Thus, she still had a few parental spankings in her future.  In spite of “The Dream”, Dana never sexualized those spankings.  They remained pure punishment, and were always followed by true forgiveness.

But “The Dream”, that erotic vision of some anonymous and aroused young man spanking her bare bottom, kept returning.  At first it bothered and confused the girl, but eventually she accepted it, welcomed it, and even embellished it.  “The Dream” became part of who Dana was, even though her only outlet was her fantasy life.

However, on the other side of town a young man whom Dana didn’t yet know was having similar dreams, only from another perspective.  In his dreams, he was the spanker.  The beautiful young lady he spanked wasn’t quite identifiable, but the man liked to think that he would know her when he met her.

Eventually, if the fates are kind, our two young dreamers will find each other.  

Sequel to this story: The Dreamers
© Guyspencer 2014


Anonymous Ordalie said...

That was a very enjoyable story, linked to future possibilities; we're waiting for them to bloom.

2:10 PM, August 02, 2014  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Never spanked by parents. Even I am a dreamer, looking forward to be spanked by my boyfriend.

5:57 AM, March 19, 2016  

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