I was standing there with a man, I'm not sure entirely what we were doing, or planning to do together. He came onto the scene, in a rage. He grabbed me (by the hair?) and threw me down on the ground, growling for me to stay in place. Somehow it was clear in my mind he meant on my hands and knees, head to the ground. My hair was long and blond, like when I was a kid/teen. That was handy, since it acted as a drape across my face to hide my smile. I was so pleased, and looking so forward to whatever he had in mind as punishment for whatever trangression he thought I'd committed. He went back over to the guy, and I'm not sure what he did, but the other person went away.
He stalked off, but then came back to check on me, it seemed to make sure I wasn't going anywhere while he dealt with the other person. He crouched down beside me and grabbed a fistful of hair. I crept upwards, nuzzled the inside of his thigh and kissed it softly, which I'm fairly certain he didn't feel through his jeans. However, he seemed satisfied that I wasn't rebellious. He grunted in sort of smug satisfaction and stood up to deal with whatever he needed to before it was my turn. I waited.
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