black me blue me too

If I slapped your hind quarters while you screamed you would rise up and strike me in the chops and then kiss me for feeling afraid and so cute in my fear of your fear while the tea water boils and you beg me not to listen to the hiss of water against flame soon to set off alarms against the backdrop of downheartedness that started this whole spanking thing till you scream and I feel bad and then get laid real good with windows open in February and later in August while it is hot and there are windows yawning but not bored with this constant baring of striking poses and too many uses of the words so often used.
Till you will be comfortable, striking me, my commas and disjointed use of uncomfortable language. You are welcome, my lover. Make me. Blue me. Black me too me.