The great spanko dorm

I have been having the most surreal dreams lately. Here' s my latest addition to the REM cycle spanking file.

All us spankos lived in a sort of communal setting, like a dormitory that was somewhat rustic, as if it were a giant log cabin.

Everyone was away at a Shadow Lane party except me as I was in bed (geesh, I’m even sick in my dreams). A. was with me, as was someone else who I can’t quite name now (Nanny Bea? Casey? Indy?). I was waiting for everyone to return so I could get spanked. I was specifically waiting for sparkle, Chris, Adele Haze, Mija and Pablo, who were stuck in traffic (note that everybody rode around in hovercrafts).

The great spanko dorm was in California, I believe. But it was so cold I didn't want to pull back the covers and get out of bed.

I'm sure there was more narrative but all I can remember now having just waken up was that I thought I had found sparkle already in bed and I was feeling very disappointed that I might have missed my spanking.

REM cycle spanking

You know how sometimes real life just takes up everything and there's not much room for anything else -- including spanking? Ah, you gasp in shock but you know it happens. Indeed, I feel safe in saying that it happens to even the most die hard spanking-nymphs out there.

At any rate, I've realized what happens when real life steals even that nightly spanking fantasy that usually lulls me to sleep: it gets pushed further into the sleep cycle. And when spanking shows up later in the sleeping cycle, i.e. the noted REM cycle, it's just plain weird.

Normally, I have the odd spanking dream here and there but I've had three in the last week, even though spanking has been the furthest thing from my conscious mind for a good three weeks now. I mean, it still shows up throughout the day, but more from habit. My ears have developed some sort of Pavlovian response in which they immediately perk up the minute they hear words like "spanking", "whipping," "belt," "paddle," etc. And the bedtime spanking fantasy faithfully shows up each night the minute I turn the light out, even if lately it's been quickly discarded.

I told you all about the one I had last Thursday. I had another one earlier this week that I don't remember very well, but the one I had last night was yummy...yet, as my spanking dreams are apt to be, very odd.

It started with me making dinner for my little brother who has Down Syndrome (and who, like all my siblings -- and now a niece -- I look up to). He's outside rambling on about a lot of stuff I wasn't paying attention to because I was watching a black and white movie with Gregory Peck spanking someone, which caused me to burn the chicken nuggets that were to be dinner. Understandable because, you know, Gregory Peck...spanking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

Eventually my brother and the chicken nuggets disappear, and I'm sharing the Gregory Peck spanking with assorted, but this time consciously-unknown spanking friends. The improvisational-spanking story theme from last week returned as this group and I started to act out the movie spanking but ended up making a new story of our own with far more spankings. And it was night-time and dark. And then A. showed up and began to tease me about how often I got spanked. As with most dreams, there was more to it, but I can't really remember it all now.

And just like last week, Meals on Wheels pounding at the door woke me from my spanking-filled reverie. Which made the whole thing feel even more surreal.

Once I'd put my meal in the kitchen, taken my morning medications, and laid back down in bed to wait the hour until I could eat (to fully absorb my meds), I probably should not have gone back to sleep as then I end up sleeping too much making it hard to sleep at night. But for the first time since the spanking dream last week, I had a little spanking mojo. Felt a little bit more like I normally do. Decided to take my chances and go back to sleep and see if I could return, even if only sub-consciously, to that core spanko part of me that's been empty these last few weeks.

I wish I could say it worked but, alas, I dreamt that I was at my health clinic and needed to get home but despite numerous attempts at dialing the number for the cab, kept forgetting or losing track of what I was doing (which happens frightfully frequently) while there was a Christmas party going on with pink lighting in the background (which doesn't happen so frequently).

But, who knows? Maybe in a few hours after I've fallen asleep...

More weird spanking dreams and my funny boy

I think my spanking mojo is returning after my icky two weeks.

I had a dream last night that I was in a sort of auditorium of spankos including friends Mija, Haron, Bailey and lots of people I don't know. And it was like some sort of improvisational spanking story was occurring with a medical bent. Like, it looked like a doctor's office. And I think I was supposed to take my clothes off and put on a gown. Then Aunty Agony came out looking very stern in a gray suit. Except, I've never met her or seen a picture of her so I suspect it was a picture of someone posted on her blog -- that I was reading last night before going to bed. After she came out I think I was about to be laid out on a gurney and spanked, which I was very embarrassed about.

That's when Meals on Wheels knocked on the door and woke me up. It was surreal.

But, I have felt a bit more frisky. Have actually been craving a bit of spanking today. Though I'm probably still too tired for one. Which is fine since A. isn't here.

In fact, today marks six months that we have been apart. It's not the longest we've been apart. That record was set in 2004 when I was last in England that April and we expected I would return in a few months for doctoral studies. My body had other ideas and we didn't see each other until that December when it became clear I was not going to be well enough to go over there and A. would have to come over here if we were ever going to see each other. Now we rely completely on A. coming over here as he's the one who is capable of earning an income and enduring trans-Atlantic travel. So far we've been remarkably lucky considering neither of us makes much money. But there are always lean times, and we make it through those times as best we can.

We're luckier than a lot of people in our situation: we can talk on the phone everyday for free (I have Vonage and he has some sort of funky free deal there). No matter how icky the day has been, he always makes me laugh -- which makes me feel a little better no matter how much pain I'm in or how nauseous I may be. When I started reading about endometriosis a few weeks ago (as this might be what's been causing my pelvic pain) and told him how one of the treatments is with hormones that make women grow facial hair and develop lower voices, he was quite excited. "Cool. I'll get to date the bearded lady from My Name is Earl! And we'll be able to sit and watch football together!" Totally made me giggle as well as feel less fearful of whatever might lie ahead.

Yesterday he talked about the new upcoming Billie Piper show called The Secret Diary of a Call Girl. "Billy Piper in sexy lingerie. Does it get better than that? I mean, monkeys could write the dialogue for that show, and I'd still watch it. In fact, I bet when they pitched the idea and ITV wanted to know about the script they were like, 'it's Billie Piper with a whip. We don't need a script.'" What a funny boy my A. is.

But, alas, he felt differenlty this afternoon. "I take back the part about not needing dialogue." Apparently Billie Piper in sexy lingerie wasn't enough for him. And the dialogue they had was too slick. "I thought she was more sexy in Dr Who."

Hmm...now I'm probably going to dream about Billie Piper and being a bearded lady or something.

Surreal spanko dream land

I had the most bizarre dream last night. Well, yes, I know. Don't we all? ::grin::

After waking up from a dream about a sort of Israel-Palestine museum of understanding in the woods in which an Israeli friend and my Arab-American godfather were both present, and I was trying to keep a shelve of glass dishes from falling on me and breaking all over (gawd I really need to stop reading the Indy so much), I fell back asleep and dreamt I was in an office/apartment (also in the woods -- sorta like a treehouse but with an early 80s modern, autumnal toned interior) in which the cast members of Scrubs and Ally McBeal were mingling. And there was this one woman (who I don't recall belonging to either cast) who I really wanted to spank me.

At one point we were in a room or porch (it was open air but had sofas) alone together and she asked me to spank her. So I shrugged, nodded, and said, "okay." Then I paddled her ass. But she seemed very, very tall (in fact, I vaguely remember a basketball hoop above the couch). Now, granted, I'm only 5', so just about everybody seems tall to me. Yet, as she was bent over with her hands on the sofa, her large, white backside presented for me to spank, my head was just barely taller than her waist.

After paddling her for a bit, she finally told me to stop because she had to leave to go on a trip (also vaguely remember a plane taking off in the background) and she didn't want to be too sore to sit in the plane seat for a lengthy period of time. So, I stopped. And sat on the couch. And still wanted very much for her to spank me. I was contemplating bratting for it when she left.

I woke up this morning feeling profoundly disappointed.

Speaking of planes, A. is hoping to be here just after the first of the year. If you'd like to contribute to his ticket so you can read more posts about me getting spanked, feel free to click on the donation button in the left sidebar. For personal reasons, we have to use my mom's PayPal account, hence the crazy username/email addy.

Nailed to the ground

I'm not the only one feeling frustrated at the lack of spanking action.

A. had a dream last night that he was spanking me in front of someone with his hand (he doesn't know who or why), but couldn't get any force into the spanks. You know, like those dreams where you're trying to run but your feet seem to be nailed to the ground. At any rate, when he went to get an implement, he woke up.

All I have to say is that if I start feeling too sick again to play when he gets here in 28 days, I'm going to be super pissed.

Spanking dreams

Have any of you ever had a dream where you get spanked (or are spanking) in a dream?

I have before but the one I had this afternoon during a nap was the first one where I woke up rather aroused.

I don't remember it all that clearly, just that I was talking on the Internet and then my boyfriend was suddenly around. First he spanked me with his hand otk. Then there was some sort of audience in what looked a lot like the balcony in my old church but with a swimming pool below. My boyfriend was at the front and people were sitting there and I had to walk down to him and then sort of kneel down or something and then he whipped me with a riding crop.

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That's when I woke up.

Yeah, I miss my boyfriend a lot. And getting spanked. :)

Though, my fantasies of late have been far more tame. More the little girl otk thing. Real life has been tough these last few weeks. My foray back into the classroom has been a disaster health-wise. I'm now being added to the elite group that, along with those 65 and older, gets to participate in Meals on Wheels (though I should say that I'm so relieved as I've been struggling to cook myself healthy meals on a regular basis). There are times when I start to think my therapist's suggestion about using a walker may not be such a bad one. And my mom made a comment the other day that by the time I am a senior citizen, I'll have the whole thing down pat.

That made me feel oh so much better.

Needless to say, ageplay has a lot of appeal at the moment.

Think I'll head to bed now and drift off to sleep to memories of past times when my boyfriend and I have dabbled with ageplay and I sat in his arms on the couch as he read me Amelia Bedelia...