Westley allowed the enchanting woman to slap him across the face seven times. Then he threw her on the bed and gave her a grumpy look. "Have you had enough?" he asked as he unbuttoned his black shirt to reveal his tanned pecs, and the scratches on his neck and collarbone.
"It's not enough!" Doris shouted. She thought - I could hit you a million times, and it still would not be enough! His old lover, Helen, had moved into their house with her servant, and she was pregnant with his child. This invasion of her space was unquestionably his fault, and although she had slapped him seven times, it did not feel like nearly enough punishment.
Wesley took her hand forcefully and said, "I am giving you the right to hit me, but only me. I don't want to see you abusing any other men. Do you understa
