"Well, what do you say?", she asked."Well, what do you say?", she asked. "Shall I stop now?" I groaned and said "No, go ahead." "Go ahead and do what?", she demanded. "Go ahead and spank me some more." "A little more, or a lot more?" "A lot more!", I shouted. I had barely answered when the hairbrush began its drumming on my ass again. It was coming down so hard that my whole body was bouncing off the bed, almost as though Cheryl were dribbling a basketball. After thirty or forty of those, she stopped again and asked if I were ready for her to quit. "Not until you're ready to stop," I replied, and so she started up again. Finally she stopped, panting, and took the hairbrush back to the dresser. |