In Part 6 of The Psychology of Dreams, Leah and Al are saved by the smoke alarm. But saved from what?
What if you got punished when you didn’t get your dreams right? That’s the dilemma our heroin, Leah, and her psychology of dreams teacher, Al. The Psychology of Dreams 101 is a romp into the sexy unconscious as Leah Kent takes a Psychology of Dreams adult education class, only to discover that the required Dream Journal leads to some seriously kinky night journeys.
No, I didn’t dream it, and I’m seriously hoping I don’t get punished like Leah and Al do if I don’t get it quite right, but The Psychology of Dreams did bubble up from somewhere in my unconscious and I had to share it. Since then,the Muse has been back knocking around in my imagination in some pretty unusual ways, and never taking the path I’d expect, but then dreams are like that, aren’t they? Enjoy episode 6!
I have no idea how long this little ditty will be, nor where it will lead, but I’m willing if you are. Please, read and enjoy The Psychology of Dreams 101.
WARNING ADULT CONTENT! It occurred to me halfway through writing this episode of The Psychology of Dreams that this little tale might be a bit of a shock for those who just finished reading In The Flesh. While In The Flesh is dark paranormal romance, The Psychology of Dreams is just raunchy, fun erotica, a bit of light relief after Magda and her Consortium. Be warned, light it may be, but filthy it most certainly is. Enjoy!
Chapter 6 Now what?
“So what do we do now,” Al said. “We can’t go on like this.” He glanced down at his overworked fly, and Leah nodded her frustrated agreement, standing as she was, with her trousers down over her hips and one blazing ass cheek exposed from her red panties.
“Well,” the good doctor rubbed his chin and glanced around the room. “We could continue here. We’re clearly still all in Leah’s dream,” He nodded to his desk top, “I suppose the location doesn’t matter – at least not unless we’re going to analyze the dream, but I hardly think we can even consider that while we’re in it.”
“I don’t care about analyzing it,” Leah said. “I just want to get it over with. Besides, your office is a lot nicer that Al’s classroom.”
As Doctor Clyde cleared off his desk, Leah noted, as she hurried her trousers and panties down over her hips, that she could see her reflection in the polished glow of the dark wood.
“I want to look at you,” Al said, helping her out of her clothes.
Leah was about to ask the doctor to see if the mirror they’d been using might be in his desk, after all if they were still in her dream, everything they might need should be tucked away nicely. Certainly there was a lot more room for dream paraphernalia in his huge desk. The two men, however, had something else in mind, as they hurried her out of the rest of her clothes and, when she started to bend over the desk, now completely naked, it was Doctor Clyde who stopped her. “Not like that, not yet anyway,” he gave her breasts a grope and then together he and Al turned her until her back was to the desk. Al kneed her legs apart … wide apart, until she had to grab onto his arm to keep from losing her balance.
“Now this may sting just for a moment, but trust me, it’ll be worth a tiny bit of pain,” the doctor said.
Both men reached beneath her legs and lifted her in a seated two-person fireman carry so that they supported her beneath the knees and high on the ass, effectively forcing her to spread herself wide open as they settled her, girlie bits first, onto the cool shiny surface. At first there was a sharply inhaled breath, and then she forgot all about the pain in her bottom and gave a little sigh of surprise as she got it, she totally got it! Making a damp spot on the good doctor’s pristine desk was exactly what they had in mind. She spread her legs a little farther and gave a little wriggle and a moan — a moan which the men echoed as they waited expectantly. Then they lifted her off the desk and they all three turned anxiously to admire the print of her, splayed, swollen, and more than ready for some serious relief, but as the doctor led her to the other end of the desk, not wanting to disturb her artwork, and bent her over, as Al slipped his belt from its loops, still admiring her self-portrait on the desk, she remembered again that the punishment had to be completed before she got any relief.
She groaned. “All right, then, lets get on with it, shall we?” It came as a total surprise when Doctor Clyde fumbled out of his paisley tie and bound her hands behind her back. She was just about to panic, just about to tell him that she didn’t like being tied up when she suddenly realized that … actually she liked it just fine. If anything it made her even more aroused, a thing she would have thought well-on impossible at this stage of the game. A breathless groan from Al clued her in that he liked it too. Then he quickly added. “It’s your dream, Leah. Do you want to be bound?”
“Of course she does,” the doctor answered for her, “Can’t you tell by her breathing, by the way she squirms. If all else fails just give her a little feel.” He wriggled a thick finger up into her wetness, and she struggled not to groan. You’re the Dom, Al, you don’t ask, you pay attention to your sub’s body language. You are the one who gets to choose, besides,” he brought his finger away from her and popped it into his mouth as though it had just been in the cookie dough, “a little restraint can be such a turn on in these situations, and of course the dream symbolism … well I quiver to think. Now then,” he nodded to Al, “Time to tackle the rest of that luscious ass.”
Al took a deep breath, and Leah held hers and closed her eyes, her heart racing in anticipation, her brain doing what it could to mentally prepare her for the sting. The fucking doctor stopped the action again!
“Hold it! Hold it! If you do it like that, Al, you’re going to hurt her other butt cheek just as badly, and we’ll never get this punishment sorted.
“Well fuck, Derrick!” Al exploded. “How the hell am I supposed to know what to do? I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”
Doctor Clyde took the belt from his clenched fist and half whispered in his ear, “not even in your dreams? Come on, Al, admit it, you’re a teacher, haven’t you ever wanted to spank a misbehaving student on her little bare bottom?” As he spoke, his free hand came to rest on Leah’s unmarred buttock, which he began to stroke and knead until she could no longer keep from grinding against the hard wood surface, easing her legs apart with each wriggle and shift as the doctor’s thumb came dangerously close to her back hole. She was just doing her best to raise her bottom, so his fingers would slide home where she really needed them when, with a motion so fast is was over almost before she could do more than give a little cry of shock — one in which Al joined her, the belt came down sharp and crisp, like the strike of a snake and, while the sting was still there, it translated almost immediately into something quite different than pain down deep in between her legs. “Oh … Oh!” came her almost involuntary response.
“Now there, you see, Al?” The doctor said. “Don’t come,” he addressed Leah, then turned his attention back to Al. “She’s close, Al, here feel,” He guided Al’s fingers down to the evidence, and Leah bit back a curse. “See, she’s close, but she’s being punished, remember?” He handed the belt back to Al and added, “don’t you come either. A Dom has to have even more self-control than he expects from his sub if the results are to be satisfactory, or so I’ve heard. Now then,” he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, “I think we’re making progress here, though it is a shame about the sandwich, I mean the one the three of us were about to make back in Al’s classroom, but that’s dreams for you, isn’t it?” Before he could do more than wave Al on, the next sharp thwak came expertly administered to the wounded left butt cheek, but just enough to the outside that the sting was exquisite way down deep where Al had not bothered to withdraw his stroking fingers.
“Oh that’s a nice touch, Al. Well done. Raise the steaks by making her hurt so good all over your fingers. You’re getting the hang of this now.” With that the good doctor unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection just as Al gave her right cheek another smack, then trailed the length of the belt down her spine and teasingly along the cleft of her ass, and she moaned.
Al gathered Leah’s hair into his fist like she was a horse and he was the rider, then he began a rhythmic smack, smack,
smacking of her upper thighs in turn just enough to sting, just enough to stimulate, while he pulled her hair back just enough to make her arch up off the desk, just enough to lift her nipples off the desk while driving her pubic bone hard and tight against the wood. It was hypnotic, it might have even been meditative if she hadn’t needed to come so badly, if she hadn’t been clenching tight, holding herself right on the very edge, waiting for it … waiting for it … Waiting for what? How the hell would she know when her punishment was over and she could get on with it? Get on with what? Was there something that was supposed to happen after they’d both been punished? Certainly they’d assumed so and so did Dr. Clyde, but how could they know? This was only a dream, wasn’t it?
“And now I’m going to put her mouth to good use,” the doctor said, “Turn her head just a little bit this way, Al. It would be a shame to waste one nice wet hole just because the other one is being punished.”
The relentless ringing of her doorbell brought Leah up from a sound sleep in a startled jerk that landed her on the floor with a breath jarring kathunk and a yelp trailed by several breathless expletives. Who the hell would be ringing her doorbell at this hour? She drug herself to her feet and cinched her robe around her waist, all the while the doorbell kept brrring, brrring, brrringing. From beside her bed, she grabbed the baseball bat she always kept handy just in case and, with heart hammering, made her way on tiptoes through the darkened house to the front door. In her efforts to be quiet, she miscalculated the distance from the coffee table to her little toe, and there was no stifling the resulting yowl of pain well laced in foul language.
The doorbell went silent. “Leah?” Came the hissed voice from the other side.
“…Al? Is that you?”
“It’s me, yes.”
She hobbled to the door slid the deadbolt and opened to her bleary-looking instructor, who stood in complete dishabille. Bed head didn’t begin to describe his wild hair. His shirt was buttoned crooked and untucked from his jeans,
and he wore no socks. “Did I wake you? I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes. I was dreaming.” She nodded him in.
“I know. So was I. Listen, about that. I need to talk to you.”
“Now?” She looked down at her watch. “It was nearly three in the morning.”
“And thank heaven my smoke detector went off,” he said, then he waved a dismissive hand. “Oh it was nothing, just low battery, but it was enough to get me out of the dream and make me realize what’s happening. As soon as I figured it out, I knew I had to warn you or we’d be stuck in the dream unpunished and unsatisfied.”