I was in dream when I woke up this morning. I saw myself in panties getting paddled. I have not donned panties but maybe twice all year. So my dream was both unexpected and fresh.
After breakfast, I slipped on a thin pair of beige panties and a t-shirt and and walked passed Bacall. She remarked someone here wants a paddling. Smart girl!
I was soon bent over the bed and she was swinging what she calls the pretty oak paddle. She is always intent on making each lick sound right, resonate off the walls. She was as pleased with her efforts as I was. Nothing like starting the day with a warm bottom. She then relieved some tension that she had created.