An attractive young woman is taking a special moonlight hike with her partner and friends of hers from work. Since she and her boyfriend are arguing, she manages to fall behind the rest of the group as a dense fog rolls in making seeing next to impossible. She's captured by what might be a ghost, or it might even be a former lover, she can't tell because she's been drugged. She is taken to a small cabin where she is tied up and subjected to multiple spankings and has her feet caned with a bastinado. She doesn't quite know whether it's all a dream or whether it's real. All she knows for sure is that her feet and bottom ache. Dream? Real? We'll let the reader decide.

I've been a spanker for as long as I can remember. It started out when I was 6 or 7 and used to play a game called "Hide the Belt" with the neighborhood girls. I found that there was something irresistible about spanking the girls, especially my little girlfriends. I began to find more and more reasons to spank my girlfriends and even invented spanking games which would result in taking them over my knee and even baring their bottoms for a spankings. All through high school and college, I continued my spanking ways with willing young ladies. I learned that I loved that special sound my hand made when it struck a young ladies bare bottom. I learned to love the nice rosy glow their tender bottoms had when I applied my hand to them over and over again and to enjoy hearing their cries of pain turn into groans and moans of pleasure. Somewhat late in life, I finally met a woman who loved being spanked as much as I loved spanking and she changed my life for the better.