Do it normally, the way you would with clothes on.

The scene starts with you avoiding eye contact with your dad as he yells at you. You look down, and immediately get distracted by Vin's dick. You had avoided looking at it before, but now had **** but to look in that general area--anywhere you could've looked at this level you would've gotten sight of it. It's enormous. It's cut. Thick. Not very long, but the girth is so thick it's one of those dicks that is more scary to look at than it is arousing. If that's scary, you're straight up terrified when you remember he's soft.

"DJ" Pauly says. "That's you."

You look up. Shit. You forgot your line. Before you can apologize, Vin grabs you by the shoulders and roars at you. "LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER WHEN HE'S SPEAKING TO YOU, BOY!" Vin's deep voice freezes your insides with blank fear. You almost forget he's in character--he improvised out of a mistake the way all professional actors are meant to--instead of ogling their co-star's kaiju penis.

Vin, as Daniel, pins you to the wall, nearly growling like an animal. "You think you can ignore me like that just because you got a boyfriend? That punk bitch is only with you because he wants to fuck you like a whore," Vin's transitioned back to the script, while incorporating the altered dynamic of the improv. Damn. Maybe Pauly's pretentious film school ass is onto something.

"How do you know he hasn't fucked me already?" You say, as DJ.

Vin/Daniel's eyes flare with rage. He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. With you and Vin's body types, you probably look like the scene in Shrek when Shrek throws Fiona over his shoulder. But you don't care; remarkably, you're in character.

Vin/Daniel makes his way to the chair, scoops you off his shoulder and throws you onto his legs. **** for traction to stop yourself from slipping, you wrap your arms his left thigh with your arms. Your hips had landed on Vin/Daniel's right thigh perfectly so that your groin is perfectly pressed into his thigh. The curve of your ass is parallel with the curve of his thigh. Your cock is pressed against his thigh muscles.

The way he threw you was perfect:his leg controls your rear like a marionette handle controls a puppet. You've never been spanked this good before--well, not good--you blush, thinking this--but "good" as in someone who is schooled in the ways of spanking. He must have a lot of practice.Just like that, your grasp of the character slips.

A thunder of pain claps through your rear--Vin/Daniel has slammed his hand down onto your ass. He spanks you again, and again, each time he grunts, sounding an awfully lot like he's fucking you. You're supposed to be crying right now--that's what's in the script, but with his slightly sweaty chest, red face, bulging muscles--usually soft and strong at the same time, but now all flared and flexed in anger--it all pounds your blood and tickles you from the inside out. You're getting aroused. You try to incorporate it into your character. You stick your chin out, acting like your moans are of pain. Your dick is rock hard. You're too horny to care. You have **** but to lean into it. Literally. Your body takes over and you grind your dick into Vin's leg, humping his thigh. You look up at him obediently, adjusting your character's motivation to be one of submission.

"He hasn't fucked me, Daddy!" You gasp out your character's next line. "I was lying!"

"Oh you're lying to me now?" Spank.

Cry out. Hump. Hump. Oh fuck. You can't believe it, but you're getting close.

"Has he touched you below the belt?"

You stop grinding. Vin just improvised this line. He's going off script. You have to think of an answer. The subject of fooling around with Jesse--DJ's boyfriend in the film--hasn't been brought up. The answer could go either way.