She stands, trembling, facing the wall.
Stripped down.
Hands behind her back.
Her legs spread shoulder width.
Because she knows how much he likes to have easy access to her throbbing, pulsing pussy.
And she waits.
Waits and learns to be patient.
Waits for him to walk up behind her.
Feeling the air against her skin.
And the electric jolt that runs up her spine when she hears his footsteps behind her.
As she listens to the sound of his breathing, slow, measured, deliberate, and closer now.
Making her skin tingle, her nipples involuntarily harden.
When she finally feels his breath against the back of her neck.
And she gasps into that first touch.
Of his fingers against the back of her legs.
And how it makes her twitch involuntarily.
As she keeps her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Trying, in vain, to stop herself from imagining every droplet of juice
dripping freely from her pussy,
Slowly gathering on the floor between her parted legs.
As she feels his palm, his fingers idly making slow circles over her ass.
Over the back of her thighs.
Trying to find the best place to start that disciplining she’s been craving for