Strange Dreams

Last week, my secretary dropped references to the movie Secretary a half dozen times.  So, it's only natural that, being the pig that I am, my mind started conjuring up all kinds of scenarios to explain her sudden interest in the movie.

These images have seeped into my dreams.



For those that haven't seen it, Secretary is a movie with James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal.  Gyllenhaal plays a meek girl who takes a job working for lawyer Spader.  A dominant/submissive relationship blooms as Spader's attorney punishes Gyllenhaal for her mistakes and miscues.

It's a good movie for sure but I'm confused as to why my secretary has been dropping references with such high frequency but, still, the concept of a submissive secretary, willing to bend over the desk and submit herself to me is downright fun.

So, this morning, I awoke from a dream and I've been unable to shake it from those dark, blurry recesses of the mind that harbor these thoughts and visions.

Take note, the woman working for me in my dream was not my secretary.  I know this but I can't explain how.  She wasn't as tall as my secretary, who is about 5'`10" and there were certain bodily aspects that were nothing like my secretary but, other than that, I can recall everything with incredible detail.  The only missing data surrounds the face.  There's a reason for this.

She had no face. 

There was no sex in the dream so, if you're looking for spank bank material, move on.

It was hot.  It was steamy.  It was a lot of things but it wasn't a porn dream.

Shame, really.  I could use a good round of hot, sweaty body slapping, even if it comes in the form of mental imagery alone.

Not this time. 

There was punishment.  There was spanking.  There was staring, ogling, and leering but there was no sex.

And, yet, it was hot.

Now, if I could just figure out who it was that was bent over my desk, ass in my face as I spanked her, my day would be complete.