Pywakit
I need a spanking!
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Kelly gasped as she woke, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets around her as her legs kicked involuntarilly. For a moment of panic, she thought she was suffocating, but then she realized she'd just pulled one of the blankets around and over her face. She tore at them and gasped for air again as the blanket pulled away.
The memories of the nightmare she'd just woken from were alerady fading. Half-remembered fragments tormented her mind for a few moments more, a feeling of falling, of being chased by hungry animals, of running barefoot across broken glass. And then they were gone.
She lay in her bed for a moment more, waiting for her breathing to return to normal, and as she did a strange feeling of nausea welled up inside her. Suddenly sure she was going to puke, she staggered violently out of bed and into the bathroom. By the time she'd reached the toilet, though, the urge had passed. All that remained was a pounding feeling in her head and a thick taste of bitter memories of the party she'd gone to the night before in her mouth.
"Okay," she muttered to herself as she often did the morning after partying too late. "Never again." She couldn't remember what she'd been drinking, but it had been strong stuff apparently. She looked at herself in the mirror, sizing herself up. Her dark, sholder-length hair was all in a mess, her large green eyes were still bleary with sleep, and her face had a nice, intricate criss-crossing of red marks from where the fabric of the blanket had pressed against them.
"Shower..." she muttered as she reached over and turned the water on. She almost stepped into the shower in her bra and panties but caught herself. She removed the sheer black undergarments, stepped in the shower, and for the next half hour just relaxed under the hot water.
Finally, feeling human again, she stepped out and dried herself. She returned to her room, grabbed her favorite robe (the one that looked almost like a kimono) and pulled it on. The next step was coffee, but when she checked the kitchen she discovered she was out. She stood there, looking at the empty coffee maker, trying to decide if it was worth going out to get some or if she just wanted to return to bed and let her hangover take care of itself, when suddenly a knock at her door made her jump.
The memories of the nightmare she'd just woken from were alerady fading. Half-remembered fragments tormented her mind for a few moments more, a feeling of falling, of being chased by hungry animals, of running barefoot across broken glass. And then they were gone.
She lay in her bed for a moment more, waiting for her breathing to return to normal, and as she did a strange feeling of nausea welled up inside her. Suddenly sure she was going to puke, she staggered violently out of bed and into the bathroom. By the time she'd reached the toilet, though, the urge had passed. All that remained was a pounding feeling in her head and a thick taste of bitter memories of the party she'd gone to the night before in her mouth.
"Okay," she muttered to herself as she often did the morning after partying too late. "Never again." She couldn't remember what she'd been drinking, but it had been strong stuff apparently. She looked at herself in the mirror, sizing herself up. Her dark, sholder-length hair was all in a mess, her large green eyes were still bleary with sleep, and her face had a nice, intricate criss-crossing of red marks from where the fabric of the blanket had pressed against them.
"Shower..." she muttered as she reached over and turned the water on. She almost stepped into the shower in her bra and panties but caught herself. She removed the sheer black undergarments, stepped in the shower, and for the next half hour just relaxed under the hot water.
Finally, feeling human again, she stepped out and dried herself. She returned to her room, grabbed her favorite robe (the one that looked almost like a kimono) and pulled it on. The next step was coffee, but when she checked the kitchen she discovered she was out. She stood there, looking at the empty coffee maker, trying to decide if it was worth going out to get some or if she just wanted to return to bed and let her hangover take care of itself, when suddenly a knock at her door made her jump.