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A startled gasp,
even with the fall anticipated
the impact was not as imagined and
fingers flexed against the floor.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?"
Two.
Methodical. Exacting.
Your blow falls just atop other.
Fresh, virgin skin begins to glow
beneath the tongue of leather.
Slowly a breath draws, fingers curl.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?"
Three.
Like a fire burst ember from the log,
ass flesh quivers with blow,
rippling then flinching to the beat,
while the scorching color deepens the flesh.
Eyes close with a whisper,
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?"
Four.
The sound. The sear. The words.
It becomes a mantra after each tempered beat
ready repetition slipping from lips
though now choked as this fall is deeper felt.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?"
Five.
It burns! as though held to with a match;
the strike powerful, purposeful and deliberate.
You earn a cry and the mascara streaking tear
that lets you know -
That each continued fall, each continued beat
it will train me, it will torment me, it will tame me
both to accepting your strikes, and accepting your will,
to this, I will know to repeat.
"Thank you Sir, may I have another?"