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person’s tastes? It should be interesting to see how I can manage this. I’ve never painted for anyone else but myself so this will be an all new experience for me.
    I ’m so excited, I want to wake Dylan and tell him, but then I remember what he was dreaming about or more specifically, who he was dreaming about, and I start to pout again.  I grab an extra blanket from the closet and sprawl out on my couch and eventually fall back to asleep.
    I feel Dylan’s hands in my hair and when I open my eyes several hours later, he’s kneeling next to me.
    “Why are you sleeping here?” he asks.
    I almost hold my tongue from saying what I really feel, but then decide not to. “Because I didn’t feel like hearing Erika’s name whispered in my ear again,” I tell him while giving him stink eye.
    His eyes widen and he gets a sudden case of drop jaw. “What did you say?” 
    “You heard me. You were dreaming about her again,” I tell him as I get up from the couch and proceed to fold the blanket and put it away. He finally pulls himself up and starts to pace the floor.
    “Isa, I’m sorry, I…” he stops and sits down on the bed.
    “You what , Dylan?”
    H e just shakes his head no, like he can’t think of what to say.
    “You know what this means don’t you?” I ask him.
    He looks confounded by my question. “It means you’re getting your ass spanked. Now get those pants off, bare you ass to me and get over here,” I tell him as I sit on the couch and motion for him to stand in front of me.
    Dylan looks a combination of surprised and apologetic, but he doesn’t argue. He pulls his pants and briefs down and stands in front of me. I reach over for my hand brush on the side table because I don’t particularly enjoy using my bare hand to do this sort of thing. Not like I’ve done it often, but the two other times I did spank Dylan, I think my hand was sorer than his ass.  I stand up behind him and to the side, and push on to the middle of his back. He leans down slightly with his hands on his thighs.  He’s much taller than me so this is awkward, but that’s not going to deter me. I’ll be damned if he’s getting away with dreaming of that woman again.
    Hot damn he looks fucking scorching right now. His ass is perfect and just begging to get punished.  I rub his ass softly and almost decide not to go through with it, but my alter ego takes over before I have a chance to back out.
    I’m not pla ying around and the first smack on his ass is hard enough to stun him.
    “Fuck!” he harshly yells.  He puts his head down and grips his thighs harder. I do it again four more times and then move to the other side. His bottom is fantastically red and my panties are now fantastically wet. Oh, hell. Concentrate, Isa. I give him five good slaps on the other cheek and then set the brush down. I move in front of him and pull him so he’s standing upright again. He has a pained look on his face and he looks like I feel. He reaches down and pulls his pants up and I hug him and kiss him.  We both sit on the couch and cuddle, not saying anything to each other.
    Finally I ask him, “Why are you dreaming about her again, Dylan ? What am I not giving you that you need?”
    Dylan pulls me close to him and closes his eyes. “You give me everything I need and then some, Isa,” he says, but I don’t believe him. Why else would he still be thinking of that wretched woman?

Chapter 5
Dylan
    Oh, Isa. Here I am lying to her and she thinks it’s her fault I’m dreaming about Erika. Why can’t I just tell her? I want to. I want to so badly, but I she’ll never understand the kind of relationship Erika and I had. She’ll look at me differently once she knows the things I did to Erika and about what happened with my parents. She’ll never look at me with the same love and affection again. She may not even love me at all anymore. I couldn’t handle that. I need this woman. I need her to love me and her discipline.
    After a