Copyright 1998 to Peg. Please respect this
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I didn't write this piece with the intention
of ever posting it, but Mija, who is the focus of this story,
requested that I do. So here it is. It is real life followed
by a dream . . . what followed the dream is not detailed in
A Dream Fulfilled
*It's now safe to turn
off your computer*
The tiny slit of light generated by the message
on my monitor is the only thing that separates me from reality.
My world exists within this tangle of wires and plastic; it
is a window where shades are never drawn and light never surrenders
to the darkness. It is a place where someone is always awake,
always willing to talk and share ideas. It is a place where
I have found many friends, some of whom I have grown to love
dearly . . .
I sit transfixed, almost hypnotized by the
tiny flicker on my CPU as it tends to some task unknown to me.
I must go to bed! I need the rest, but I am always reluctant
to leave this cyber world because it means I must return to
reality and sever the tie to fantasy. I lean back and relax
in my chair for a moment and think back to the conversation
just ended. A chill runs through my body as I realize that my
cyber world and my fantasies will soon join together and be
one. I have reached out and penetrated the anonymity that protected
me for so very long. Mija is coming to visit me for a few days
and I am to meet, face to face, a woman with whom I have shared
my innermost thoughts, one that I have grown to love as a daughter,
a daughter I never had. I smile as I reach over and turn off
the computer. It is dark now, and I stumble in the darkness
towards my bed . . .
As I lie there trying to sleep, my mind wanders
back to my conversation with Mija. My memory steps through her
words one by one until I am convinced that I understood the
message that she has relayed. Mija asked me to spank her!! The
realization of this request produces a charge of adrenaline
that fills my body with a mixture of fear and joy at the prospect.
Can I do this? Do I want to do this? Can I really knowingly
inflict pain on another human being without anger? God knows
I can take it, but can I really give it? I understand her needs
because I have the same needs, the same desires. I know that
a spanking can sometimes release my tension and put my life
back on an even keel. Is that what she wants from me? Yes, I
think it is! I want to be the mother she craves, if only
for a day. A mother that will make her realize that the choices
she makes at times are harmful to her, counter-productive to
her goals. This lesson can only be taught by one who genuinely
cares about her, one that loves her unconditionally and wishes
only the best for her. Yes . . . I AM that person. As I drift
off to sleep, my subconscious mind takes over and begins to
plan the event. I am the mother, and this is my child.
It's a long drive to the campus, and the weather
is terrible. I suppose we should have canceled this visit, but
I miss seeing you and I know that you are badly in need of a
rest, some home cooking, and some motherly advice. I have sensed
for some time now that your efforts at school have slackened,
and I know that you are not making the best use of your time.
Your school work is beginning to suffer, you need to get back
on track. I call you on my cell phone as I near the dorm, and
you are standing at the curb waiting for me when I arrive. You
jump into the car quickly to escape the torrent of rain, we
hug each other and then begin the long journey home. You are
quiet, almost withdrawn, only occasionally speaking of school,
but I can tell that you are concerned about it.
It is so good to have you home again, I missed
chatting and laughing with you. You sit sprawled on the couch
watching TV while you nibble on the fresh fruit that I always
make sure is available for you. It is getting late. We have
wasted most of the day with idle chatter, and we have not yet
discussed your problems with school. It is time! I turn off
the TV, walk over to the couch and sit down next to you. We
hug for a moment, then you settle down, your eyes cast to the
floor. I think you know what is coming next . . .
"Mija? . . . I want to talk to you about
You nervously shift your position and draw
your legs up underneath you. You look tired, and a little ashamed.
You know what I am going to say.
"Mija? . . . I am disappointed in you.
You haven't given your studies your full attention lately. You've
been wasting too much time on the computer and have neglected
your classes. You're not resting properly, if you go to bed
at all! You put off your assignments until the last minute then
scramble around to get them done on time. You're just doing
enough to get by these days. Am I right about this?"
"Well, yes, I do spend a lot of time
on the computer, but I'm getting good grades and I'm passing
all my classes."
This is SO like you, you always have something
to say! I remember all the times you've tried to make excuses
for your behavior, trying to justify what you've done. But I
won't be fooled by your excuses this time, this is too important,
this is your future! I reach over and take your chin in my hand
and force you to look me straight in the eye, then I ask the
"Mija? Am I right about this?"
"I suppose, but still, school is so tiring
and I need some relaxation. I need to get a break once in a
while, so I play on the computer a bit."
"Mija, if you would organize your time
a little better you would find that you had time for both your
school work and play, but the school work MUST come first! Do
"Can you deny that you have been turning
in your assignments at the last minute? Do you really believe
that by doing this you are producing your best work?"
"No, but, but, at least I get them in!"
"Mija, I don't want to hear any more
excuses! You've been wrong and you know it! Your job is to go
to school and do the very best that you can. You owe this much
to the students that you will one day teach, you owe them your
You move your legs out from under you. You
sit straight up on the couch, but you say nothing and continue
to look at the floor. You know I'm right.
"Mija, when you were a child you sometimes
lost your sense of direction, do you remember? Do you remember
what I had to do to get you to start thinking clearly again?"
"Yes, I remember only too well, but I'm
not a child anymore! You used to spank me, but I don't think
that a spanking will work anymore. After all, I'm in college
now! I'm too old to spank!"
"Yes Mija, that's right, I used to put
you over my knee and spank that sassy bottom of yours until
you realized that you had made a mistake, and you are NOT too
old for a spanking now! I think that's just the thing that you
need to straighten yourself out!"
"But lita, I love you. I'm trying, really
I am. I - I - You can't mean - You can't spank me!"
"Yes Mija. I CAN spank you, and I intend
to do just that because I love you. I am so proud of you, but
I want you to be proud of yourself too. You can't be happy with
your efforts right now. I know you want to do the right thing.
I'm going to help you do that, just like I did when you were
a child. Now. I want you to go and take a hot bath, then get
ready for bed. I'll be in to see you when you're ready."
You stare at me for a second with that wounded
helpless look, then you drop your head and stare at the floor.
You sit motionless thinking about what I have said, you look
so much like you did when you were a child and had gotten yourself
into trouble. You always hated getting a spanking, but you know
that I am right, you know that a spanking will help you to feel
better about yourself. I reach over and gently place your head
onto my shoulder. I run my fingers through your hair and rest
my hand on your cheek.
"I love you Mija, now go and do as I
I hear the bath water running, then silence.
I wait, knowing that you are soaking up the warmth of the bath
and thinking about the spanking that you are about to get. I
also know that the realization of the upcoming punishment will
make your stomach tighten, I know that your mouth will go dry
in anticipation. I know how you are trying to understand your
needs, to comes to terms with your life, as it is, and as it
should be. Finally, as I hear the water draining from the tub,
I know that you are at peace with yourself and with me. I know
that you are ready. I see you leave the bathroom and head towards
your bedroom. I wait a few minutes then I head towards the bedroom
to join you. On my way I stop at my dresser and pick up the
large oak hairbrush that has been used so many times for this
purpose, to teach you a lesson, to right a wrong. I enter your
room, you are lying on your back across the bed staring at the
ceiling. You hear me enter and look up at me. A frown comes
across your face when you see the hairbrush that you remember
so well, and you look like a child about to cry. I sit down
next to you on the bed and place my hand on your leg.
"Mija, I'm going to spank you very hard
because that's what you need, and that's what you want. I think
you'll be feeling this spanking for a long time, maybe even
when you choose to sit down at your computer instead of doing
your studying. You will feel the soreness and remember the sting.
You will know that I love you, and only try to do what's best
for you. Are you ready for your punishment?"
"Good girl, then I want you to turn over
on your stomach, I think you've gotten too big now to go over
my knee. That's my girl, now reach down and pull down those
pajamas. I want that bottom bare. Come on now, pull them down
a little farther than that, I want those thighs exposed too.
Now, do you feel like an irresponsible little girl about to
"Yes I do. It's a little embarrassing
- maybe I'm too old for this?"
I lay the hairbrush down and move closer to
you on the bed. I place my hand on your soft bottom and I feel
you tense a little as I gently rub my hand on your back, your
bottom and your legs. You feel cold, but I will soon fix that!
Very soon your bottom will feel the heat of my hand and then
the sting of the hairbrush. Soon the pain will engulf your mind,
and you will respond to the message that it gives you. Soon
you will be my little girl again.
Without warning I raise my hand and bring
it down hard on your right cheek and then the left. You flinch
but make no sound. I concentrate the next dozen blows to your
sit spot and you react by turning your body away from me. I
pull you back to me and hold you tightly with my left arm. I
know from experience that my hand serves only to get your attention,
that the real work will be done with the hairbrush. I start
again with my hand, back and forth on your bottom, saving the
top of your thighs for the hairbrush. You begin to get pink,
and then red, and I know that it is now time for the real lesson
to be taught. I stop for a few minutes and gently caress your
sore cheeks. You begin to relax under my touch, your breathing
returns to normal.
"Mija, tell me why you're getting this
"Because you don't think I'm studying
That reply costs you a sharp smack that surprises
you, and I hear you take a deep breath and then slowly let it
out and relax again.
"Do you want to try that answer again
"Be - because . . . I don't . . . because
I'm not doing my best, because I've disappointed you, I've let
"No young lady, that's not correct! You
are getting spanked because you have let YOURSELF down. Don't
you see that?"
"Yes lita. You're right. I can do better,
I will do better."
"Well, I'm sure you will. But just to
make sure, I am going to leave you something to think about.
Are you ready for the hairbrush?"
"NO! Please lita, the hairbrush stings
so badly. I don't think I can take anymore."
"Nonsense Mija! So far all you've had
is a 'little girl' spanking. Now I'm going to give you a 'big
girl' spanking! This is going to sting a lot, but I want you
to hold still until I'm through. Don't fight me or you will
be sorry my girl!"
I pick up the hairbrush with my right hand
and again pull you closer to me with my left, holding you tightly.
I start with a dozen sharp smacks to your left cheek, then an
equal amount on the right cheek. I pause for a moment, then
I begin to work on the upper thighs. Slow, deliberate blows
to each thigh, pausing each time to let the sting send its message.
The hairbrush strikes and leaves its mark until you are squirming
and moving with each blow. You grab a pillow and bury your head
in it as if to escape from the pain. I continue until your whole
bottom and upper thighs are bright red and hot to the touch.
I stop and gently rub your sore cheeks.
"Mija? Do you think that you have learned
"Yes lita . . . I will do much better.
"Two more Mija, these will be very hard
so you will remember, so brace yourself."
There is just the slightest hint of a sob
in your voice as you take a deep breath, then you melt into
the bed, exhausted from the ordeal and the pain. There is a
sigh, then you tense and await the final blows.
I raise the hairbrush high and bring it down
sharply on the center of your bottom where I know you will feel
it for a long time. Once, then twice. Hard, harder than all
the rest have been. You wince in pain, but you don't make a
sound. I put down the hairbrush and just sit there for a while
rubbing your back, calming you down, telling you softly how
much I love you, and how proud I am of you. Then I reach down
and pull your pajamas back up over your sore thighs and bottom.
I give you a light smack on the behind as if to signal that
all is right again. I pull you into my arms for a hug. We sit
on the bed for a long time, holding onto each other, knowing
that we have done what we both wanted, what we both needed.
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