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A Flashback or a Dream
The walk in the park was refreshing indeed But a stop none the less was certainly in need. I spied a nice soft shady spot under a large elm Then sat for a rest bit to examine my realm.
As I rolled back my blanket under the tree The land of nod was soon engulfing me. The soft summer breezes had their effect My eyes now wanted their rest I suspect.
A swirling dream soon engulfed me alas My mind coming alive, as time would pass. I was back in time as a young bashful lad The late fifties, based on the clothes I had.
The time and place weren’t a puzzle to me. A friend had joined me above in an elm tree. His backyard, as the details faded in and out but the sound of a spank broke the silence about.
My mind was frozen daring not to believe But then another was more proof to retrieve. I dared not move or look up to my friend But soon, the tree he did clumsily descend
My interest I tried hard even then to hide But my friends look caught me off stride. “Your sister”, I said as I grabbed his arm We approached the house but to our alarm.
The spanks that still enchanted my ears, Were not coming from his place it appears. We looked at each other perplexed to core That the open windows revealed no more.
I looked at the shared drive. The folks next door The spanks still there, my mind did explore I had seen the new couple move in days before. But no children the had, my mind did implore.
My friend waved me aside to cross the drive The spanks got louder as my mind came alive. As I joined my friend crouched down to the wall The partially open window above told it all.
The spanks, now louder, as we huddled of course The echoing walls weren’t embellishing the force The recipient of the spanks voiced muffled ow Had to be…..no…my mind wouldn’t allow
The ows were female, there was to that, no doubt I tried to reason as the spanks continued about. I tried not to let my excitement be revealed As my friend interest was losing it appeal. The spanking was a good one by the sound As my friend stood up to look more around. I yanked his arm firmly, to sit back on the ground Not wanting his jumping up to make us found.
It would be hard to explain being huddled there My spanking perk was not shared, I was aware. I kept thinking of the new neighbor, an older chap And young wife…….a flash of her over his lap.
As the next spank landed the picture etched My mind rebelled at it being to far fetched As each spank was heard, the picture flashed With my friend impatience my reverie was dashed
Just he got up pulling up on the window sill. There were no more spanks, the air stood still. We scrambled to our feet as fast as our will Sliding close the wall now, I lost the thrill.
Now was the great shaking fear of being caught. My stomach was now twisting in a fearful knot. As I moved between the houses no one was about I crouched past his house expecting soon a shout
Relaxing a bit, I looked down on the summer grass Now with little more the nerve I looked back, alas The common drive there with the garages in the yard Aware now my friend had just ran with total disregard.
But something made me stay, I not yet understood. But the sound of a door froze me right where I stood. I fortunately was able to dash behind the elm tree And well enough away to peer around you see.
The young wife, to an eleven year’s eyes wide Was walking to the car with her husband astride. They were well dressed to go out it seemed But the young lady still objected, I deemed.
He was pulling her along by one hand to the car But she had the other hand free, I saw from afar. She was rubbing her bottom, while tears strewn her face While her husband kept tugging her to keep up the pace.
He stopped suddenly releasing his arm in pain Turning her to face him as he chided her again. It seems she had bit his arm, and he was very upset She pleaded it was a mistake, regretting now, I bet.
He listened to her pleading against his apparent plans Pulling her to their porch steps ignoring her demands. The loud shriek as she landed their across his knee Was nothing to the one heard when her dress was free
For soon her shear panties were fully on public display Much to the young wife’s complete and utter display It was then that I noticed a complete change in her voice. As the spanks landed to her bottom, she had little choice.
OWWWWWWWWEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee!
But I wasn’t referring to the stifled ows not planned. It was respectfulness in her tone now without demand. This spanking lasted, even longer than the first. And certainly long enough to wet a life long thirst.
The sight of those stocking clad legs thrashing the air With that lovely bottom receiving its spanking fair share. When it came to an end, I prayed my silent upward thanks For staying back there and not joining my friend’s ranks.
When he lifted up her skirt and guide without alarm She lovingly accompanied him, hanging on his arm. Promising to be the best wife ever, as I now recall But still rubbing her sore bottom, as she stood tall.
She gave him the warmest big hug I’d ever scene. A sparkling glow to her eyes that had never been. It was then that her turning, caught my hiding place That look of knowing, I had witness her disgrace.
Her husband walked away towards their garage. She walked toward me, as I stood in the mirage. As a grey blur set in, as I awoke with a start, To the present again, with my thoughts apart
I rolled over again to follow up on my dream For what would she had said to me?, eyes agleam. And how would I have reacted? I wanted to know. Would it be our secret. A bond on which to grow?
The grayness was purging and I was back at the tree Her beautiful face not revealing her thoughts to me. As she approached I felt transfixed to her soft eyes. But then a bright flash and before I could realize
The present was again upon me and I was awake The sunlight upon me, with no shade from its wake. I pulled myself up, looking about for more shade When a presence was near, an known voice conveyed
It was the young lady’s, I swear, from long ago Now older now but her radiance, still a glow She was not ten feet away from the tree I was under My nerve to speak to her, set my mind to wonder
I could just say, I recognized her from the past Where she lived, I grew up or was it just a dream alas I wish now I hadn’t suffered that memory loss I fear And could force my mind to my teenage year
How could I handle the unknown or was there a past I groped with the thought, staring at her, making it last Would the connection be the past or the present timeline? I knew not yet, but then her head turned, her gaze met mine
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By
Ron J
