"I'd gladly endure a proper welting,"
She murmured as she lay across his desk;
"Well, maybe I'm not glad, but, for a belting,
I will exaggerate: you'd be impressed;
See the way I can lean back and smile
To see your preparations will not end,
Until you are engaged for quite a while
Ensuring I begin to comprehend;
I'll take the opportunity to kiss
Your whip, that can intimidate when viewed;
It makes my heart just flutter: the sheer bliss
Of your so steady rhythm: it embues
Me with a warmth, I welcome to secure
A proper welting, I'd gladly endure."
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