You have done well

You open the door, i step inside.
I fall to my knees, kneeling at Your feet.

Eyes cast down, hands resting at my sides.
I wait quietly for Your instructions.

You walk slowly around me.
Inspecting me from all sides and angles.

I dare not move an inch, i hold my breath.
You still do not speak, only stare.

Finally, You stand before me again.
“Look at Me, slut”

With fear, i look up into Your eyes.
The eyes i love so very much.

“You have done well, little one”
You then gently slap the side of my face.

By my hair, You pull me to my feet.
Quickly kissing me, then, throwing me over a chair.

Now. Now the pain comes.
You begin by spanking me lightly.

I hear You remove Your belt. i squeal.
You pull up my skirt, nothing underneath.

Lash after lash, i can only beg for more.
I cry out in pain or is it pleasure.

As You begin to tire from this, You push me down.
Again, i kneel. i remove Your pants.

Your need for me is evident now.
Your desire for me, a burning fire.

I take You, with only my mouth,
To satisfy this burning need, at least for now.

After, You order me up to Your room.
On Your bed, naked, on my face, ready.

It hurts, a white hot, searing pain.
You take that forbidden place, ravage my body.

Again, after, i receive the belt, all over this time.
For squirming and crying, You tell me.

Once You have finished, You carry me to the bath.
You bathe me, care for the breaks in my skin.

You praise my strength, my endurance.
“You have done well, little one. I am proud.”

My answer? An almost silent whisper.
“I Love You”