“What do you do if you want me to stop, baby?” I’m trembling. My ass cheek is hot, pain and pleasure radiating from where he hit me. He kneads the soft flesh, the fat, the muscle, and I—I thought I knew what being turned on meant, but I had no idea. “Scarlett.” Another slap—less firm. To get my attention. “What do you do if you want me to stop?” “I—I say stop.” “Good girl. Should I stop?”
