Wet Dreams 6

(Sequel to Wet Dreams 5)

Every night for weeks the dream came to me, ending with either sex or spanking just about to happen, ending when the pictures in my head became too fuzzy about things I don’t know. Every night I woke up soaked. I had to wash my own panties and sheets so Mom wouldn’t find out. She thought I was being responsible but I was embarrassed. Then last night everything changed. It was the spanking dream. My Sir had taken my nightie off, slowly, touching and handling my body, and then He crouched down to pull down my panties, with His eyes right on my pussy, and when I stepped out of my panties I got down on my knees as He stood up straight, in His grey suit and white shirt and tie like every night, and I told Him that I needed my Sir to give me a long hard painful awful serious spanking, that I wanted to be red and sore and sobbing for Him, to give Him my tears as a gift. And I had to say very carefully that I hate being spanked and I’m afraid of pain and that the only only thing I wanted more than not being spanked was to lie across His lap and offer up my bare bottom and take my spanking from my Sir — the only thing in the whole universe better than no spanking at all. So He helped me up and over His lap and He put His beautiful warm hard heavy kind fierce hand on my bottom, which was just like the dream always goes. But last night… last night His hand slid over my bottom and down between my legs and His finger touched my pussy and then He stroked me. His finger was so thick compared to mine and He pressed more firmly than I do, and He said you’re so wet — it isn’t the spanking, it’s feeling my authority, obeying me, knowing that you will always please me even when it’s difficult — that excites you sexually — that’s what makes your pussy wet. And my face burned hot as I understood the truth and His finger felt wonderful touching and rubbing and stroking my pussy while He looked at my naked body and felt my wetness and knew my thoughts and He was inside my head and feeling my juice and I woke up, shaking and moaning and tight all over, with my fingers inside my panties inside my pussy rubbing like He did in the dream, pressing hard, and I had this amazing electric shuddery wave of pleasure rushing all through my body, and it was all I could do to keep from shouting. I know what that was. It was an orgasm, my first orgasm, and oh my god I want more and more and more. My Sir gave me an orgasm in my bed last night. I love Him. I need Him.

— Frenulum