“I wrote about you spanking me, about how it would make me so wet, so ready for you.”

  Hearing her say it out loud sent a jolt straight to my groin, my mind racing with images of burying myself inside her, but I wasn’t rushing this. 

  No, I wanted to draw it out, make her beg for every bit. I set the journal down for a moment and ran my hand lower, my fingers brushing teasingly close to her pussy without touching it directly, feeling the wetness on her inner thighs.

  She whimpered, her hips rocking back, trying to get more contact. 

  “Not yet,” I said, pulling my hand away...