“Ouch, ouch...! Why are you spanking me?”, Zis yells.

”I cannot imagine, but you must’ve been very very naughty,” I tell her.
“But if you don’t know why you’re spanking me....why are you spanking me?”

”Fair question,” I reply, “but this is your dream, not mine.”

”I’m dreaming?!?”

”It appears so.”

”Well, stop spanking me then.”

”I can’t. Not until you wake up...it is YOUR dream, Zis. Maybe this hand spanking isn’t enough to do it. Try pinching yourself...”

”Ouch! That hurt! And I’m still not awake...how am I ever going to wak...

“Ouch, ouch...! Why are you spanking me?”, Zis yells.

”I cannot imagine, but you must’ve been very very naughty,” I tell her.
“But if you don’t know why you’re spanking me....why are you spanking me?”

”Fair question,” I reply, “but this is your dream, not mine.”

”I’m dreaming?!?”

”It appears so.”

”Well, stop spanking me then.”

”I can’t. Not until you wake up...it is YOUR dream, Zis. Maybe this hand spanking isn’t enough to do it. Try pinching yourself...”

”Ouch! That hurt! And I’m still not awake...how am I ever going to wake up?”

”I think you need to be caned awake, Zis. Clearly this hand spanking isn’t hard enough to rattle you from your slumber.”

”But I don’t WANT to be caned...!!”

”Apparently you do.”