Her Pretty Daydreams

By Louis Patrick

Laura has always daydreamed. Her dreams are often filled with vivid,  imagery that she struggles to make sense of. When she meets Mr. Brown, a charismatic and enigmatic man who seems to share her interests, she can't help but feel drawn to him.

But when Laura becomes entangled with the mysterious Gray Man, a figure who seems to exist only in her dreams, her world is turned upside down. As she explores her desires and fantasies, she begins to understand the power of her hidden depths of her psyche.

Blurring the line between reality and fantasy, "Her Pretty Daydreams" is a journey of discovery that will leave readers breathless.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223138679

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Her Pretty Daydreams

Author: Louis Patrick

1

Laura got into the window seat just in time before the devil got hold of him. A regular commuter, he earned his nickname for his neatly trimmed beard, streaked white hair, eagle-like face, and smart dark suit—all attributes that gave him a distinctly diabolical appearance. Other regular commuters included Darcy, Mr. Brown, the Gray Man, Miss Scarlett, the Milk Chocolate Boy and the Drifter. These seven people got in and out of Cambridge at 7.55am and out at 5.40pm every day on the same train. However, all these people also provided plenty of material for the imagination to survive the boredom of the long journeys.

Laura had no idea where these people lived or what they did. All she knew was which station they got on and off, and some personal habits that allowed them to create a fantasy existence for each one of them. Darcy was the attractive one: tall, athletically built, and with a nonchalance that promised an appealing mix of humor and masculinity. Maybe even attractive enough to start an advance - wouldn't the gold ring on his finger indicate that someone else had already snatched him up.

In her imagination, however, no ring existed, and one day they would be sitting in the compartment all alone. There would be no need for any polite manners, nor would there be a need for the careful testing of each other's defenses that are so important in real life. He would know she was willing and would just take her. He would proceed calmly and confidently as he undressed her, forced her to her knees to take his cock in her mouth, and finally planted her on his erection. Cool and composed, he would give her heavenly pleasures again and again in his perfectly fitting business suit.

None of the others possessed Darcy's attraction. While there was something severe about the devil that she found interesting, it also seemed a bit disturbed in a way she didn't quite understand. Also, the man was at least twice her age, so she actually preferred to see him in the role of the villain she knew and loved from various old-fashioned mysteries - exactly the kind of man Darcy would save her from before he was rewarded for attacking her.

Mr. Brown and the Gray Man only appeared as a couple in her mind. Both were middle-aged, middle-sized, and probably in middle management. Somehow everything about them looked medium. The men really only differed in the way they dressed. One wore a rumpled brown suit that went extremely well with his fine brown hair, and the other was dressed very simply in grey. Laura liked to imagine that Mr. Brown had a sleazy personal life, perhaps even attending franco-swap parties where he wore garishly colored lingerie and watched other couples having sex. The Gray Man, on the other hand, looked to her like a robot, or perhaps an android, developed by one of the research facilities at Cambridge and now being tested to see if anyone could detect it.

Miss Scarlett was either a spy or, depending on Laura's mood, the devious mistress of some wealthy industrialist. The tramp was an eccentric multi-millionaire who would one day drop dead and leave her his entire fortune because she had smiled at him twice a day for four years. And the Milk Chocolate Boy was just the Milk Chocolate Boy - a pimply, child-faced youth whose only recognizable trait was that he always carried sandwiches in a plastic box.

Laura settled herself comfortably in her seat and spent a brief moment looking at the rows of darkened houses that filed past the accelerating train. When she had had enough, she pulled a book out of her bag. She had bought the paperback from one of the charity shops near where she worked. Dating from the 1950s, it brimmed with the unashamedly hot-blooded heroes and docile heroines she loved so much. The work was called Abducted to Turkey. Laura had only started reading it this morning, and in the first few pages she'd already met the beautiful Evangeline Tarrington, the incredibly handsome Mark Frobisher, and the mean Lord Jasper Mauleverer. Only twenty pages and Evangeline had already been kidnapped by Lord Jasper. On the way to Istanbul, however, he was ambushed by Bulgarian bandits with his car - a highly promising situation.

The Bulgarian bandits were everything Laura could wish for, and they kept her on edge all the way to King's Lynn. And long after she left the platform, she was trapped in a daydream of being Evangeline. However, she was not rescued at the last minute by the gallant Mark Frobisher, but became the plaything of the Bulgarian gang boss. Or better yet, the gang boss would be about to take what he wanted from her, and suddenly Frobisher would burst in. The two men would fight while she lay naked and trembling on some animal skin and had to snort. But when the Englishman finally triumphed, he would simply not be able to control himself and - instead of taking her to safety - he would pounce on Laura as well. Or better yet, Frobisher and the gang leader could be old friends from some previous adventure, would get drunk on rice brandy and then share the abductee's body. She would kneel on the fur, stretching her ass to meet the boss's thrusts while sucking on her would-be savior's hard cock. But not only that! As the two men used her enthusiastically, they would talk over their heads about how they had given other girls the same degrading treatment before.

Laura smiled and thought of nothing but those very fantasies alive in her head. So she only noticed when she got home that she had left her chic leather bookmark on the train. However, it had only been a company gift that all junior employees had received for Christmas the previous year, so she quickly forgot her anger at the loss. Just like her imagination, which now had to give way to the mundane tasks of the evening. Smudge had to be walked, she had to eat something - even if it was just beans on toast - and she had to iron a blouse for the next day in the office.

That last task got Laura thinking about work again. And she used to avoid that at all costs when she wasn't actually sitting at her desk. Considering what EAS was paying her, you couldn't expect her to be involved with the job in her free time alongside her normal working hours. But that's exactly what they seemed to be doing. Especially from Mr. Henderson. You should look smart was one of his many slogans, repeated at every opportunity and emphasized with various remarks about her appearance and a clothing allowance, which she finally received on top of her salary as a personal assistant. At least the clothing subsidy was very welcome to her - although sometimes she would have preferred to spend the money on something other than designer suits and expensive blouses.

Laura bit her lip as she thought of her boss. While his comments were still far from harassment, it was clear that how she looked mattered a lot to him. The small, appreciative head movements when she had made an extra effort. The way he introduced her to customers and showed her off. And the fact that he had arranged the desks in such a way that she had to search the entire office for every little thing - all this indicated that looking as sexy as possible was just part of her job, apparently.

Worst of all, under other circumstances, she wouldn't have objected at all. Mr. Henderson was tall, powerfully built, and quite assertive. All qualities she liked in a man. Liked it so much that when she first started at EAS , she often imagined being hunched over his desk and being taken by him. However, that was before she found out that Mr. Henderson was married. On the other hand, Laura had also noticed that there was something thoroughly depraved about the man. But what exactly, she just couldn't put her finger on.

While she was ironing her blouse, she thought about her firm intention not to let thoughts of work spoil her free time. Customer visits were due the next morning. Namely at a company in Peterborough who wanted to convert their ancient, oil-insulated switchgear to SF6 gas. Mr. Henderson had repeatedly stressed the importance of careful preparation for this visit. But he always did, after all, and the Evangeline story was far more interesting than a battery of switchgear.

Laura was a bit tired now, but at the same time felt pleasantly lazy. So she ran a bath and poured a generous splash of bath oil into the jet of hot water so that she could still smell the jasmine scent as she went to her bedroom to change. The ritual of folding the clothes was quickly completed and she turned back to her book. How would Mark save his Evangeline from the bandits? There was absolutely no question that he would succeed.

He did it by distracting the guards by detonating an old hand grenade on the other side of the camp, then slashing open the back of the gang leader's tent, pulling Evangeline out and fleeing with her before anyone knew. Mark had slung her over his shoulder like a sack as he fled with her. A thoroughly uncomfortable position that brought a smile to Laura's lips as she immersed herself in the role of the heroine. While it was far too soon for the pair to exchange anything more than an unsteady kiss at this point, Laura read on anyway. She was actually just waiting for the slightly different sound of the running bath water to tell her when the tub would be full. To her surprise, Mark Frobisher didn't offer any gallant compliments, instead appearing to be quite stern.

You stupid thing! Frobisher raged furiously. You could have killed us!

Evangeline was so shocked by his sudden anger that she could only stare at him in bewilderment. Frobisher shook his head, his determined, sullen expression showing that he'd come to a decision. He sat down on the running board of the big Bentley.

Come here, he barked at her.

Evangeline couldn't help it, she just had to obey. Frobisher reached out and gently but firmly gripped her wrist, pulling her towards him. And even if Evangeline wanted to give in to him, she fought back with virtuous modesty. Besides, he was too strong for her anyway. Strong enough to pull her towards him with great ease - albeit not for the intimate act of a kiss. Instead, Evangeline had to put up with being unceremoniously put across his knee by him. When he then adjusted her clothing accordingly, her mouth opened in astonished indignation. He would spank her butt.

Laura, too, had opened her mouth in astonishment and indignation. She hadn't expected that at all. Normally, the hero and heroine never kissed before the fourth or fifth chapter, and the juicy details in between in these books were pretty much something you had to make up yourself. But not this time.

She read the passage a second time, and finally a third time, savoring the slight tickle of indignation the words gave her. Heroes just didn't do that. At least not normally. They should be dashing and gallant and at most a little gruff. Strong and quiet, but not the kind of perv who's into spanking a woman. On the other hand, there was no evidence that he was doing it for his own amusement. On the contrary. Evangeline had run away from her minder on purpose, making it possible for Lord Jasper to kidnap her in the first place. And she hadn't been able to escape during the several hundred miles of driving - although she would have had the opportunity to call the authorities.

All of this was pointed out to Evangeline while being spanked. So, out of the question, Mark lent a hand simply because the spoiled little brat was in dire need of disciplining. Also, there wasn't anything sexy about his actions at all - except maybe the fact that he saw Evangeline's bare bottom. But that really wasn't perverted. In complete contrast to the almost stinging excitement that went through Laura reading the scene.

She was still trying to put the thought away as she ran into the bathroom to turn off the almost overflowing bath water. Masculine, confident men who knew what they wanted was one thing. But being put over the knee and slapped on the butt by a man went so far beyond the bounds of acceptable behavior - just reading it made Laura feel like a traitor to her own sex. Simply unthinkable to surrender to the warm greed between her thighs.

But it was so tempting. From the moment she slipped into the hot, fragrant water, she knew she just had to play with herself. The fantasies she had deliberately allowed to blossom, the gentle weariness, and the knowledge that no one would catch her, no one would ever know, made her lust grow almost immeasurable. But even as one hand went between her thighs and the other to her chest, she was determined not to think about having her bare bottom spanked while she was on a man's knees in the moment of climax.

Evangeline's bottom had been naked too. Laura was quite sure of that. The choice of words in Abducted to Turkey was not necessarily clear, but the mention of the appropriate clothing left no questions unanswered. Mark Frobisher had exposed Evangeline Tarrington's bottom. Laura shuddered slightly and pressed her fingers between her labia. She imagined how helpless and embarrassed she would feel just to have her skirt pushed up past her hips, giving a very good view of her panties. That bastard! No, that was actually unfair. After all, she would have deserved it - just as Evangeline deserved it.

But that thought would hardly have mitigated the terrible feelings. And when it came time to pull those panties down all the way, they sure would have gotten ten, oh, a hundred, times worse. It would be unbearable. And yet Laura would not be able to escape. She would lie helpless on the strong man's knees. Naked, wriggling, and insane, she would be waiting to be primed for the final, repulsive crime: getting her ass spanked.

Laura's back arched and her lips were already parted wide with growing excitement. She shook her head, trying to banish the disturbing thoughts. It just wasn't right to imagine being treated that way. This book was written fifty years ago. Fifty years of Fran struggling to break free of the musty macho crap this work represented. But even as she struggled to think of something more in line with her personal values, a sneaky, small voice spoke up in her head. Again and again the voice said that it was all just a fantasy, after all, and that wishful thinking about being taken from the back of the commuter train wasn't necessarily much more dignified. And after all, no one needed to know about it.

Laura began stroking her pussy again, imagining how Darcy might treat her if they were alone in the wagon. That was one of her favorite fantasies, which actually almost always looked the same. His voice telling her in no uncertain terms to undress. His hands on her body as he ripped her clothes off; the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth; the strict instruction to kneel on a seat and lift your buttocks. No, not to hit her, but so that he could enter her from behind. No, not to hit it... not to hit it!

Laura gave up. A deep groan escaped her throat as she finally gave in to the images she'd had in her head the whole time. It didn't even matter anymore who was working her butt, as long as that someone was tall and male and didn't tolerate any arguments once they had exposed her butt to spoil it with his spanking . She cried out as she came. Over and over again the same scene raced through her mind as she knelt bent over and he abused her rear end with more and more punches. Laura was now lying in the tub with her legs spread wide and one hand pressed tightly to her chest. She worked her meaty balls so hard her nails dug deep into her own flesh, but she just couldn't stop. Her fingers frantically rubbed the sensitive bud between her labia and her body shook with climax after climax.

Eventually, exhausted, she slumped back in the bathtub and let out a long sigh of absolute satisfaction. A satisfaction that was immediately followed by the inevitable feeling of shame. She knew this would most definitely not be the last time she exercised that fantasy. After all, the orgasm she had just experienced was the most intense of her life.

2

Laura still felt guilty the next morning, but that didn't really help her excitement at what she had discovered. She even hurried for a change and performed her morning ritual with far less care than Mr. Henderson would have expected of her on such an important day. But his intrusion into her thoughts aroused nothing more than resentment in her today. From nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, including an hour at lunchtime, she was his, but he had no right to take what little precious time she had. No, she wanted to devote this time - or at least as much of it as possible - to Abducted in Turkey . And all in the hope that there would be another spanking scene in the story. Maybe even more detailed this time.

But she was disappointed - if not entirely. Just after Mark Frobisher took on Evangeline's rear end, he was hit on the head from behind. As it turned out, Lord Jasper Mauleverer had observed what was happening and had resorted to this somewhat crude reaction. While the added humiliation of a Zuschar was quite exciting for Laura in hindsight, Lord Jasper turned out to be a pathetic villain. He made a few intimate remarks that caused Evangeline's face to blush, but beyond that he didn't take advantage of her confused state.

her to walk behind him on a rope and with her hands tied behind him on the way back to the car , but it was out of sheer necessity, since he had tied her up the first time he attempted to kidnap her. Both scenes were good but couldn't compete with the spanking session. And the chase through the Sredna Gora Mountains offered no more than a fairly ordinary thrill. It wasn't until Mark Frobisher's Bentley ran too hot that things got promising again. Lord Jasper declared it was time Evangeline paid for all the trouble she had caused, and then let out an unspeakably vile laugh.

While Laura was reading the book, the train filled up more and more. The typical mix of complete strangers was joined at King's by Lynn Darcy, Mr Brown and the Milk Chocolate Boy, at Downham Market by the Gray Man and the Drifter, and finally at Ely by Miss Scarlet and the Devil. There were only a few seats left now, and the devil politely apologized as he bumped his hip into Laura. She mumbled something and closed her book. The thought of him glimpsing her gloating over the horrible things Lord Jasper had planned for Evangeline was just too embarrassing.

Instead, Laura let her mind wander, contemplating just how much she imagined the devil to be like Lord Jasper - which probably meant that she subconsciously associated the two. It was easy to take this thought further, Darcy was the perfect template for Mark Frobisher, and Miss Scarlett could well be imagined as a possible chaperon who might have been bribed to let Evangeline elope . The only one who remotely resembled the Bulgarian gang leader was Mr. Brown. However, this role would have required a slightly darker complexion with a lot more hair and a large, bushy mustache. And in reality, the man was just too boring to fit Laura's imagination.

Even after the train stopped in Cambridge and she walked to work, Laura was still deep in thought. It wasn't until she saw Mr. Henderson standing by the company car in the EAS parking lot that she woke from her daydream. She ducked down to a conveniently nearby SUV to check her appearance in the side mirror, but quickly found, flushed, that an elderly woman was sitting in the vehicle, staring at her with full disapproval . When Laura finally approached Mr. Henderson, she wished she'd taken a little more care with her hairdo. A different outfit with higher shoes would not have been bad either. And the stockings with visible seams, which always earned her a benevolent nod from him, but were incredibly tight and difficult to put on, seemed to have gotten a ladder just by looking at them. So the look of her boss turned out accordingly.

'Not quite the style I expected today, Laura. You should look smart - that's my motto.«

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

'Well, we'll just have to do our best. This is an extremely important business, Laura. Not only for the company, but also for me personally. If I get the contract signed, I could be head of marketing by this time next year. I expect you to have my back one hundred and fifty percent."

Yes, sir.

Laura got into the company car and wondered how you could stand behind someone 150 percent unless you had a body extension sticking out over your head or on one side. But in the case of Mr. Henderson, that seemed impossible to her and most other people. Wanting at least the relevant papers up to date, she began looking through the paperwork as soon as the car pulled out of the car park, heading east along Newmarket Road.

Mr. Henderson, meanwhile, had taken to another of his favorite pastimes—complaining about other road users, all of whom he assumed were just driving around to pass the time and only he had important things to do. Laura knew the litany and provided the appropriate comments in the appropriate places while trying to memorize the order in which the benefits of her 24000 volt SF6 switchgear system would best be presented. Of course, Mr. Henderson knew this sequence inside and out, but expected her to hand him the relevant documents at exactly the right moment and in exactly the right sequence in order to demonstrate the efficiency of the company here as well. It was only when he had reached a certain speed on the dual carriageway that he devoted