Why do I get so wet just thinking about a spanking? What is it in a person’s psyche that equates spanking with sex? Or, at least MY psyche.
Tonight’s my spanking date. I am excited, nervous, and yes…wet. Sopping, actually.
I am nervous, though. My head is not in the same space as it was before, when I craved a spanking like a smoker craves his next cigarette. So…I am a little nervous. Or maybe a lot.
Just remember, he said, you asked for this.
