What turns you on?

"So what turns you on?"

As I sat staring at the person, multiple scenarios were racing through my mind.

The quiet voice that says "Stop it" or "Shush" that sends delicious shivers down my back?

A face with no expression, eyebrow slightly raised, waiting for you to stutter into silence with the fluttering of hundreds of butterflies in your stomach?

In a shopping mall, pulled against his body, held tight, while he softly, but slowly and clearly informs me of consequences, that my knees go week and a warmth fill my body?

Knowing that he will be pulling me over his lap, and I will feel his hand lowering my knickers, my shame and humiliation mixed with a willingness, sending my heart racing so fast, that I can barely breathe?

Being held, with a burning and sore bottom, nuzzling into his neck, and indecisive if I am still shuddering from the spanking or whether it is from the desire, the heat and moisture between my legs?

Knowing that I am his, reduced into submission, for his pleasure and mine?

Flicking through the paint samples, I eventually am able to say,

“Er...If I were you, I will go with the burgundy red"