by sarAdora ~~~~~~~
He was rubbing his cheek against hers when she opened her eyes and looked pointedly at him.
"You're awake early, bambina," he murmured as he pressed his lips to her brow.
"I had a bad dream."
"Do you want to tell me about it?" His arm around her shoulders tightened, pulling her closer to his chest.
"You spanked me!" Her voice held more than a hint of indignation.
"That could easily happen," he smiled.
"It was a hard spanking," she hissed and pulled back from his embrace more like an outraged cat arching its back.
"Hmmm," he hummed, pulling her back to his chest. "What did you do?"
"Uh huh. And I spanked you for nothing? Doesn't sound right, bambina."
"I did absolutely nothing and you spanked me hard and you better not do that again!"
"Better not spank you hard or better not be in your dreams?"
"Yes," she agreed and yawned, more than half asleep.
He chuckled softly when she reached a hand back to feel the heat on her bottom - there wasn't any - and then she snuggled back into his chest and within moments, was asleep.
Two hours later, when he was drinking coffee and reading the morning paper, she awoke and padded barefoot down the stairs to the kitchen. When she entered the room and got close enough to touch, he pulled her onto his lap, his smile wide and his kisses warm.
"You awake, bambina?"
"You sure? You're wearing my T-shirt and nothing else. Good thing we don't have company."
"Is that okay?"
"Very okay," he agreed and kissed her again.
"Good," she murmured. "More kisses, please."
"I need lots of wakeup kisses. Do you have any more?"
"I have as many as you want. Did you sleep well?" he asked, his lips slowly roaming over her face.
"I had a weird dream."
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I can't remember it but I know it was odd and I think you should love me up so I can put it out of my mind. What do you think?"
"I think that's an excellent suggestion," he replied with a slight grin, his hand slipping under the long T-shirt to cup her bare bottom. "Should I spank you, too?"
"A sweet spanking."
"You sure you want a sweet one? Maybe you need something harder," he teased.
"Ohhh," she gasped. "Did you spank me last night?"
"Bambina," he laughed. "If I spanked you last night, I assure you, you would have remembered because you'd still be feeling it."
"That's it!" she exclaimed. "You spanked me in my dream!"
"Hmm... Does this mean you did something I haven't found out about yet and your guilty conscience is telling you that you really deserve a spanking?"
"My guilty conscience? Yeah, right. As if!"
"I think I'd better spank you just in case I'm right," JC said with a straight face.
"I think you'd better bring home takeout for the next month if you do," Spencer retorted.
"Are you pushing me on purpose, zucca pumpkin?" his words accompanied by his hands gently kneading her bare bottom.
"Could I push you into a sweet spanking?" she asked, cupping his face and leaning closer.
"Any way I can get a yes?"
"First, you have to tell me what you did."
"Are you certain of this?"
"Are you planning to do something I won't like? Maybe that's why you dreamed I spanked you. Hmmm?" he smiled as he tilted her chin and covered her mouth with his. One kiss led to another and in a matter of moments she was straddling his lap and he was giving her that sweet spanking while he loved her.
"I think you need a real spanking," he said later when he caught his breath.
"That wasn't a real spanking?"
"A real spanking hurts, bambina."
"I like this kind better."