Mother
Once when I was at a party as a child, my friends mother told me to wash my face because it was dirty. Because I was enjoying myself I refused. She scooped me up into her arms and began to carry me down the garden. I struggled to try and get away from her hold but she held me firmly, one arm under my bottom and one holding my head over her shoulder like she was carrying a baby! Some of the girls at the party saw this and thought it was funny.
Her heels clicked down the path and she carried me up the stairs saying she was going to bath me.
As I struggled my skin was caressed by her beautiful chiffon summer dress. I could smell her sweet perfume and her long soft hair caressed my face. I was confused because she embarrassed me in front of the giggling girls and I would have been less embarrased if I had kept still.
But ever since then, I have fantasized about being bathed and put down to bed by a beautiful and elegant woman.
Is it normal