Chapter 2
“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 p***y 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 and delivering two more smacks in quick succession, one on each cheek, watching them jiggle and redden further.
“You wrote more. ‘His fingers tease my p***y, sliding over my c**t until I’m shaking.’ Want me t
