The Punishment
Some ropes or maybe leather cuffs and it starts,
bound most times to reveal all my parts.
Your next choice of tool is a whip,
the first time it hits then wraps around my hip.
Several strokes I must endure,
my reddened flesh gives you pleasure for sure.
The paddle is used next on my flesh,
as my battle against the pain is renewed fresh.
My skin is alive as your attentions set it on fire,
if I said I didnt enjoy it Id be a lair.
The heart and soul of mine are yours forever,
the things you do to me can be clever.
You pause to choose another toy,
it is your hand much to my joy.
A light and loving touch at first,
then the smacks that may make my tears burst.
When youve finished with the physical part,
you leave me alone with the sound of my heart.
In the dark my mind does wander,
for the time we have I dare not squander.
It pains me to disobey you at all,
but when I do we always have a ball.
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