The flogger
falls,
Her flesh is barely warmed.
The hand
falls,
Her flesh gains some dark prints.
The paddle
falls,
Her flesh grows pink and hurt.
The cane
falls,
Her flesh shows dark clear lines.
I make her
moan,
I push her further.
I make her
cry,
I watch for the edge.
I make her
beg,
I force her to speak.
I make her
need,
I take her with pleasure.
I control,
she submits.
And we both,
enjoy.
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