Mary's Dream

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Mary Catherine Whitney & Dean Andrew Michaels.

This takes place just after Mary Catherine's accident during the fall of her senior year

Andy returns to his cottage

The bells on the Quad were chiming 6:00 pm as Andy walked out of Old Main. He had been tied up in meetings all afternoon and didn't get a chance to check in on Mary Catherine and Jessica like he had planned. In fact, he realized as he walked over toward the dining room to pickup their trays for dinner, he forgot to call the kitchen and ask for the three trays to be made up. He knew Ms. Hanson ran a tight ship, and there was no chance of convincing her to make them up now that dinner was underway. He reversed his steps and headed toward his cottage hoping there was something he could quickly cook them for dinner. Andy was starved and he was sure that the girls would be as well.

The wind was picking up and the temperature was dropping rapidly. Andy quickened his pace, yanking his coat more tightly around him as he rushed across campus. An icy blast hit him just as he reached the backdoor and he shoved his key into the lock, quickly letting himself inside. He pushed the door shut and stood there for a minute enjoying the warmth of the cottage. Dropping his briefcase on a kitchen chair, he grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and made his way into the living room.

"Hey Dean," Jessica says as she looks up from the TV. "What's for dinner? I'm starved!!!"

Andy smiles at that. The freshmen always seemed to be hungry. "Hmmm . . . we'll have to see what I've got in the fridge, but you're on KP duty with me tonight Jess," he says ruffling her hair. "I don't think Mary Catherine is going to be up to helping us." As he says that, he looks over at Mary who is fast asleep on the sofa. "She behave herself while I was gone?"

"Uh huh," Jessica answers. "She got right back on the couch after lunch and fell asleep. She hasn't woken up at all. Man, I've been bored! How long can one person sleep Dean?"

Andy picks up the remote and turns off the television on his way over to the fireplace. "Bored, huh? I would have thought that watching TV all afternoon would have kept you from getting bored."

Jessica reddens; freshmen aren't allowed to watch television except on Friday and Saturday nights. It's rough having to wait all week to watch the tapes of Dawson's Creek and Buffy the Vampire Slayer that the Seniors make during the week, and if you're on restriction you don't get to even do that! "Oh, sorry Dean . . ." her voice trails off and he sees her hand go to her bottom out of the corner of his eye.

"That's all right, Jess. We'll just say that you were watching educational programming today. Next time you're bored though, read a book, ok?"

"Yes Dean," Jessica answers quickly, the relief evident in her voice. She had meant to turn off the TV before he got back, but she was so wrapped up in her movie that she didn't even hear him come into the room.

Andy grabs a couple of logs and adds them to the fire. It crackles and snaps as he stokes it back up. "Ok Jessica, go wash up and I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes."

As Jessica goes to the kitchen, Andy loosens his tie. He's surprised that Mary Catherine has been asleep for so long, though given all she'd been through in the past few days she definitely needed the rest. Kneeling by her side, he brushes a stray lock of hair off of her face. The bruises and scrapes on her cheek have darkened in the days since the fall, but at least it appears that the swelling is starting to go down.

Mary's breathing is deep and even and her lips are full and slightly parted. She looks a bit pink and he anxiously rests the back of his hand first against her forehead, then against her cheek. "Good," he thinks "no fever. She must just be flushed from the fire." She stirs slightly at his touch, but doesn't wake. Sometime during the afternoon she had kicked off her blanket and Andy gently picks it up and lays it back over her.

"I'll let her sleep until dinner," Andy thinks. He gets to his feet and begins to walk toward the kitchen. As he gets to the doorway he turns, taking a last look at her. "I wonder what's she's dreaming about that's making her smile like that?

The dream . . .

It's a warm, cloudless summer day. Mary is riding Patrick's stallion Hey Jude. Jude is a huge, dark dappled gray horse with black legs and a white star on his forehead -- over 17 hands high. Even after all these years, he's a big horse for Mary to ride, and despite his advanced age he's still a handful to keep under control -- even for a superb rider like Mary. She's riding bareback; sitting so comfortably that you can almost picture the saddle. Her ponytail is flowing down her back beneath her hard hat, and she's dressed in a light blue Ralph Lauren oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the shirttail hanging loose.

Mary Catherine is wearing a pair of denim shorts and her green plaid bathing suit is on underneath her clothes. She's also barefoot, having kicked off her shoes after she climbed onto Jude at the stable. At the head of the trail leading into the forest between Saint Francis and Saint Sebastian's she urges Jude into a gallop. Calling over her shoulder, she yells, "Come on, race you to the meadow!"

Like a shot she's off, headed at full steam down the bridle path. It twists and turns with sharp unpredictability but she barely slows at the corners, preferring to go full tilt. She hears her companion's horse behind her. At first, the hoof beats are slow and distant, but as she races along, they become quicker, pounding harder, and move closer as the gap narrows. She tightens her legs, urging Jude to go even faster, and both horses are literally flying as they reach the meadow.

At the top of the clearing she feels an arm snake around her waist, and before she can say a word she's jerked breathlessly from Jude's back and onto her companion's horse. Both horses come to a stop and Andy silently slides off his horse and gently lowers Mary Catherine to the ground.

Andy's face is filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand he's furious that after all these years she hasn't managed to curb her wild, impulsive nature. On the other hand, he thinks as she pulls off her hard hat and unfastens her ponytail, letting her hair flow down her back, she looks so happy. She's smiling at him, her eyes sparking. "How can I be mad about her tearing off like that when it makes her smile so sweetly?" Giving her his best stern look, complete with the raised eyebrow she loved to tease him about, he said, "What am I going to do with you, Em?"

Mary Catherine sees his look and laughs as she says, "Oh, no Andy . . . no fair! You're just mad because I won! It's not my fault that your horse is such a slowpoke!"

Andy just shakes his head. "Why does she never look before she leaps? One of these day's if she's not careful, something terrible is going to happen. What if I'm not there to protect her?"

Taking Mary Catherine by the hand, Andy leads her over to a stone bench under the willow tree by the pond. He sits down, and before she can say a word he unfastens her shorts and lets them fall to the ground. If she had any doubt about EXACTLY what was on his mind, those doubts are quickly put to rest as he pulls her facedown across his lap.

"Andy, NO! Come on, I'm too old for this . . . I was just having a little fun," she protests.

His hand tugs on her bikini bottom and before she knows it, the lower half of her swimsuit is around her ankles.

Mary turns bright red with embarrassment over being across Andy's knee out in the middle of the forest He hasn't done this to her since she was a little girl.

"Ok," she admits to herself, "it was a lot more recently than that, but still, why does he always seem to get that protective streak like I'm still a schoolgirl who needed to be tamed when I'm just trying to get him to loosen up and have some fun?"

Suddenly an idea forms in her mind. She's not a little girl anymore, maybe she can persuade him to forget about spanking her in a more adult way. "Please!" she says in her most grownup, seductive voice as she wriggles on his lap, brushing gently against his palm.. "I'm sure you can think of something you'd like to do more than this Andy . . ."

Her voice dies out as she feels herself being turned back over. Andy settles Mary into a sitting position on his lap and he gently tips her chin up so she's looking into his eyes.

She gives him a shy, tentative smile. "Come on, you know you don't REALLY want to spank me." He shakes his head. "No, you're right Em, I'd much rather do this," Andy leans over and kisses her softly on the lips. As his kiss deepens, his mouth parts hers and his tongue charms its way into her mouth.

Drawing back, he looks at her bemused. Pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear, he whispers, "And of course there's always this." His mouth makes its way to her neck as he slips a hand underneath her shirt, untying her bathing suit top and bringing his right hand to her breast, drawing and squeezing first one nipple, then the other to fullness.

"Oh, yes Andy, that's VERY nice," Mary says blushing as she begins to feel a warm glow spread all over her body, making her limbs tingle.

"But, of course if I do that Em," he continues, "then I'd have to keep going until I put my hand here . . ." Andy's other hand parts her thighs slightly and he slips a finger inside her, causing her to moan. His thumb starts working little circles between her legs -- stroking her, teasing her, and she presses against him tightly her eyes closed, head thrown back making little cries of pleasure that nearly melt his heart.

Andy remembers though that he still needs to teach her that lesson, and he ponders his choices very carefully as he continues to pull little gasps and moans of desire out of her mouth. Finally, his hand stills and he holds her close as her rapid breathing quiets.

"That, Princess is what I'd rather do this afternoon and I promise I will do all that to you and more. In fact, I plan to do all that so thoroughly that we'll both be exhausted before the sun sets." Looking into her wide, dreamy eyes he adds, "We'll do all that though AFTER your spanking."

Mary draws back in surprise. His tone was serious, but surely he was joking. Looking at him she says, "After? You don't mean that . . . no, you wouldn't . . . Andy!"

He nods at her, stroking her bottom and thighs as he quietly talks to her. "I know you love excitement and danger Em . . . and I love seeing your eyes sparkle the way they did this afternoon when you went tearing off looking for adventure. But you've got to think before you race headfirst out of control that way. What if you got hurt? I don't ever want to lose you Princess. I promise that we can make our own adventures without you getting injured or killed in the process. Now I'm sorry that this is the only way I can seem to get my point across, but maybe a sore bottom will help you think about your impulsive streak on the ride back."

Mary Catherine frowns slightly, wanting to say something . . . to protest. But she can't. "I love you, Em" he says leaning over to give her a last lingering kiss that warms her entire body, "and I don't want you to do anything that would ever take you away from me."

With those words, Andy carefully turns Mary Catherine over onto her tummy across his lap. She feels his left hand press into the small of her back, as his right hand softly strokes her bottom-which is peeking out from under her shirttail.

Andy hears her sigh, not, he realizes from resignation over her impending punishment, but in anticipation of what is to follow. He smiles broadly . . . as much as he lectures her about her wild streak, he knows that it's one of the things that makes her so endearing. If he could only get her to bring it under control a little bit.

From very far way away, she hears Andy's voice as she feels his hand draw back from her bottom . . . "Ready Mary?"

"Hmmmm . . ."

Mary shifts on the couch as Andy gently shakes her . . ."Ready Mary? Come on . . ."

Mary can still hear him, though the meadow is growing fuzzy now . . .

As she tenses in preparation for the first spank, Mary says, "I'm ready, and I love you too D . . ."

Mary opens her eyes and closes her mouth, those last words being spoken aloud as she went from a dream state to a conscious one. Andy is kneeling beside the couch, gently shaking her . . . "Ready Mary? . . . Come on, dinner's ready."

She blinks, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. She looks at his concerned gaze and begins blushing furiously . . . remembering her dream. "Oh god," she thinks, "I didn't say anything in my sleep did I?"

Andy has a smile on his face as he helps Mary to her feet. "Pleasant dreams Em?" Mary nods her head, unable to meet his eyes.

"Yes, very . . ." Mary heads toward the kitchen. "What's for dinner Dean? I'm starved."

Come back soon to read more of Mary Catherine & Andy's adventures!

If you'd like to email Mary Catherine and Dean Michaels about Saint Francis, write: marycatherine@saintfrancis-sfg.net and dean_michaels@saintfrancis-sfg.net