He switched spots and hit her right breast, and then her left. Right, left, right, left, right, left…on and on, until all she could feel was her as...s, her pussy and her breasts blazing and throbbing. He hit her pussy again, switched to her hip…her other hip, her breasts again. Her head dropped back, her arms almost numb because she no longer held herself up on her toes. She just hung there while he played her body like an instrument. She felt like she was floating, hot wetness anointing her. When I asked where were we going he told me just for a ride. The sun was setting when we left the house and I commented on how nice it looked. He commented on how I really looked like a slut and how he may surprise me before the night was over. I asked if that was why he wanted me dressed this way and he laughed. Seemed that all I had really was clothes that made me out to be a slut and he wanted me dressed like this. We were driving toward the river and I thought it was to watch the sunset.. See the difference? Does this make any sense?" Yes, not only does it make sense, but it answers some questions as well. Actually, just about anything I learn at this point is bound to at least be a hint to some question I have, or maybe to one I haven't even thought of yet. So because it's a person re-living a life experience in a dream I really don't have any effect?" Not so far anyway, and let me tell you right up front that if you actually do start being able to affect dreams of this sort,. Hannah put it back in the bag as she had found it. She pondered how she had never been caned whereas some of her friends certainly had received corporal punishment and, when she had seen the results, she had been amazed by what she had seen.A few minutes later Bill came back with Jill.“Well my dear, soon have it fixed I’ll be sure” he said in his cheery rural voice.“Oh thanks” replied Hannah.Bill went outside to fix the car.“So where were you heading, Hannah?”“Oh, just a long weekend off so was.