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I once had a dream that my friend’s mom spanked me. I think I had the dream because I often fantasized about my friend’s mom spanking me.
In the dream, the spanking was just a run-of-the-mill spanking, nothing to write home about. I was already over her knee in the dream and she just gave me a few smacks. The dream really short-changed me because it didn’t even include the part of my fantasy where she looked at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes as she pulled down my pants and then my tighty-whitey undies. And I didn’t get to feel the cool “breeze” across my bare bottom as she placed me over her lap.
Oh, well, the fantasy version still burned bright in my nine-year-old mind based on the following:
I had always had a crush on my friend's mom who was a beautiful blonde with big, beautiful, brown eyes.
I was about nine years old, when I was at my friend's house for the afternoon. My friend's little brother was teasing and being a jerk, trying to get in the middle of our afternoon. Finally, my friend punched his little brother who went crying to their mom. A few minutes later, their mom, the one with the big, beautiful, brown eyes and the blonde hair, entered the family room, held a brief courtroom to determine the facts, and then passed judgment. My friend, not his teasing brother, was found guilty of not acting with more maturity because he was three years older and violating the family rule of no hitting, punching, or biting a sibling.
The penalty was set and carried out post haste. My friend was frog marched out of the family room and down to the master bedroom with his cries of innocence ringing in the hallway. Two minutes later, the smacking sounds of a spanking on the bare bottom were ringing in the hallway where I was standing so I could hear the proceedings. Immediately, my friend's actual cries accompanied the smacking sounds.
As his pleas for clemency fell on deaf ears and the smacking and crying sounds filled my ears, a warmth filled my loins and bottom as I pictured her pulling down my pants and then my underwear and then being placed across her lovely lap. I could feel the cool breeze on my bare bottom. I could feel my heart beating faster with the anticipation of the first smack and the pain. I didn't care about the pain because it was her beautiful bare hand that was administering the pain on my bare bottom.
It was a vivid fantasy, especially for a nine-year-old boy.
And I believe my fantasizing about her spanking me led to the Cliff Notes version of my fantasy in my dream.
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