The Second Dream - by Franco ("Frankie the Tree") Arborio

Scratch! Scratch! Whimper! Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!
"What is it now, Toto? Why can't you let me get some sleep? You have been out long enough!
(but if I don't let you out you'll keep me awake with your whining and scratching, won't you?...)
"Oh! well, here, I'll open the door for you and we'll..."
"Wait! Come back! Come back this minute! Drat! Now, I'll have to go looking for you again..."
Dorothy resigned herself to walking the long corridors of Emerald City one more time.
(he's already done this twice today, what is he after now?) Long, empty corridors, hardly any difference between them, walk, stop, wait for the echoes of her footsteps to end, listen for Toto noises, walk again. Ah! maybe...
She thought she heard him just around the next corner... (let's see... this corridor is not the same... I don't remember this corridor or this door... perhaps I am really lost this time...) Puzzled, she approached the door. It was just a little taller than her head and it was open just enough for Toto to go through.
(why would he go in there? it feels... well, yes, it does feel inviting...)
She pushed the door gently and peered into what looked like a waiting room. There were people sitting on chairs and sofas around the edges of the room. People that looked just like some of the other inhabitants of Emerald City she had met before. They were waiting very quietly. They noticed her and smiled but continued waiting very quietly.
"Come in, Dorothy, come in! You are a little late for your appointment but it will hardly matter! Your room is ready for you. It is the second door on your right. Please come in!"
(who said that?... well, yes, I guess I should come in...)
"I hope you don't mind..."
she said in an almost apologetic voice as she walked through the center of the room to the second door on the right.
"Not at all, Dorothy, not at all"
murmured several voices but she wasn't sure who had spoken.
(this door looks just like the first door) she thought as she approached it.
(well, not exactly... perhaps, more inviting...) she thought as she entered the empty room.
(why should an empty room feel so inviting?) she thought as she stood in the middle of the room.
"Welcome, Dorothy!"
(right above me... such a friendly voice... like Linda, the Good Witch...) she thought as she looked up at the ceiling. But the ceiling was falling. And it was falling toward her with such speed that she knew instinctively she would not have the time to shield her head with her arms. In terror she closed her eyes tightly, bracing for the impact.
It did not come. All she felt was the flapping of a soft membrane that landed on her head and pulled down on it until it had stretched itself enough to let her head pop through. She felt the soft, rubbery edges slide down her hair and face and come to rest just above her shoulders. She felt her arms, which were reaching toward her head to protect her, suddenly stop, frozen in mid motion. She was closely and completely held by something. Unable to move because something surrounded tightly every part of her body.
She was vaguely aware of feeling naked... before... when she was standing in the middle of the empty room... Now, every part of her nakedness was touched by something that felt like skin. Soft, warm, wonderful skin, comforting and soothing. Hard, unyielding, constricting and constraining skin, like muscles that opposed her every motion. The room had imprisoned her. She pushed, pulled and tugged in every direction with every muscle in her body struggling against its grip. But the room tightened around her inexorably with every outgoing breath until she could breathe no more. An almost inaudible scream formed in her throat while she heard a voice, almost like Linda's.
"do...rO...THY"
The pitch had fallen until the voice was now a deep resonant male voice that thundered in her ears.
"Why do you struggle so?"
The voice was slow, measured, almost kind. Forceful... Slow...
"You always wanted this, Dorothy"
Her lungs screaming for air, she tried to move again. The room squeezed harder and went on slowly.
"You were very curious."
(yes...)
"You were looking for adventure."
(yes, I guess I was...)
"Adventure is to ask"
(but I didn't ask for this...)
"To go beyond yourself"
(I want...)
"Perhaps to loose control"
Unable to breathe she started to faint.
"Surrender, Dorothy"
Her mind reached out, almost in prayer, as she fell into darkness. The room relaxed its hold just enough to bring her back to conciousness.
"I am your master now, Dorothy"
"You will feel good"
"You will feel good, Dorothy."
The room began to move her body slowly, drawing deep, relaxing, wonderful breaths into her lungs. She did not want to struggle any more, only to acknowledge the kindness of her master. A glimmer of light on her eyelids reminded her that during the struggle she had kept her eyes tightly shut. How silly it seemed now!
"Open your eyes now"
She did so. But her head was bowed and she could see nothing below her neck.
"Look in front of you, Dorothy"
She obeyed. Now she could see her back in front of her, displayed in its bare nakedness. The image of herself she did not know. The part of herself Auntie Em threatened to spank when she was naughty and talked back without respect.
"Your back is very beautiful, Dorothy"
"Your ass is very beautiful, Dorothy"
"It will be even more beautiful...
when it is warm... and red..."
The thoughts were warmly comforting, not threats, not disparaging remarks about her body. She was glad to feel as her master felt.
"Observe"
She felt the room moving her body, bending it at the middle, making her ass the center of attention. A large hand appeared in front of her and caressed it (oh! that feels so good) she thought as she felt every pore of the skin on her buns being rubbed by the hand. The hand pulled away, coming very close to her face. Then it moved quickly away to land across both cheeks with a loud SLAP! (ooh! that stings... that really stings... but it stings so good!...) she thought as she squirmed, savoring all the little feelings that had followed that first slap. The voice continued.
"You want more, Dorothy"
It was not a question. Her response was immediate, her will wanting to be his will.
"Yes"
The hand slapped again. Hard, fleshy, stinging, deeply satisfying.
"More, Dorothy"
There was no question in the voice. There was no hesitation in the response.
"Yes"
The hand moved again and again covering her cheeks with sharp, stinging slaps that grew stronger and stronger. Her body shook with each slap even while being held firmly by the room, her master, which had become her room, the master.
"I spank you because it will please you, Dorothy"
"Yes"
SLAP!
"The redness will please you"
"Yes"
SLAP!
"The sting will please you"
"Yes"
SLAP!
"The swelling will please you"
"Yes"
(I do not know yet but I trust) the fleeting response had come unbid.
Her buns became redder and redder as the spanking continued. The stinging made her try to kick her legs and small squealing noises came from her throat, especially when the hand struck sharply right at the crease between her cheeks and her thighs. After a while she could see that her cheeks had swollen and were not soft and yielding all over but stiffer and harder near the middle. Her ass was very red. Very warm and stinging and very, very red. The hand stopped its rhythmic slapping and disappeared leaving her to enjoy the feeling of heat and burning in her cheeks. It was a long time, or perhaps it only seemed like a long time, before she wondered what might happen next.
As soon as she had thought this, the hand reappeared holding a hairbrush. It was just like Auntie Em's or perhaps a little bigger. Auntie Em had not had to discipline her much lately, she remembered. She had behaved well because she hated to get spanked with that hairbrush. Oh, how she hated those spankings! Nasty, angry, hurtful strokes until she cried and begged forgiveness. She was afraid.
"Do not fear, Dorothy"
Her mind obeyed but her body remained tense. The room played with her body bending it and unbending it . Almost doubling it over so she could easily see her asshole and pussy, then arching it back making her cheeks pout out their redness. She enjoyed the feeling of being controlled and cared for. Of being handled and played with like a small child. Of forgetting herself while the room played with her. Bend forward, arch back, bend forward, arch back, again and again until the motion stopped in the middle of arching... and the brush landed squarely across both cheeks. Relaxed and unafraid, she had enjoyed the far harder and brighter sting of the wooden hairbrush against her buns.
"More, Dorothy"
There was no question in the voice. There was no hesitation in the response.
"Yes"
The hairbrush rose to give enough time to enjoy the sting and fell, a little harder each time, making her cheeks burn more and more with each stroke. Until every stroke was greeted with a gasp.
"More, Dorothy"
No question in the voice, no hesitation in the response.
"Yes"
And the gasps became sounds. And the sounds became loud.
"More, Dorothy"
No hesitation.
"Yes"
Her buns were now a deep crimson and she could see a pore or two that were unusually red. Blood red tiny dots.
"More, Dorothy"
"Yes"
"More, Dorothy"
"Yes"
"More, Dorothy"
"Yes"
Reveling in the burning sting in her cheeks she had let her gaze drop and become an unseeing stare. But in one of the long pauses between strokes that shook her entire body, she realized that the view had changed and she was looking down at herself. From above she saw herself on hands and knees, her waist and hips making a heart shape with a slightly raised mound in the middle and the hint of dimples on each side. Large hairy legs were behind her and a huge erection was entering her, spreading her, almost tearing her in its urge to pierce, to fill, to pleasure. Her pussy, wet from the excitement of the spanking, felt every ripple of the intruding flesh until it was completely within her. She could see the powerful thighs ram against her reddened cheeks, the swollen pads shaking and quivering with every thrust.
She pushed back against the source of pleasure again and again, feeling its engorgement and the flare of the glans sweeping back and forth inside her. The hands that held and accented her waist gripped harder and harder until she was engulfed by the deep throbbing sounds of the pleasure of the room and she felt the surge of warm semen flooding her. She closed her eyes and trembled in spasm after spasm of pleasure, her body shaken again and again by the impact of the room's thrusts, her conciousness drifting away...
She awoke long before dawn. Toto's snoring by her side was the only sound she could hear. Her dream came back to her in glimpses that mixed happiness and longing.
(oh, how I would like to go back to my room, Toto, it was such a wonderful, wonderful room... oh, Toto... but you probably wouldn't understand, would you?...)
A broad smile shaped her face and the memories of the warm, soft feelings filled her mind and body (... well, some parts you probably would, wouldn't you, Toto?...)
She had been sleeping on her side and as she turned slightly the stinging in her buns echoed the earlier pleasures in her dream. After a while she fell into a deep sleep again and slept late into the day.

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with due respect to the memory of Frank L. Baum