Lambent in the Sun

There's something lambent in my sunny smiles:
A spreading glow that warms, as I concur;
So spank me harder, since I so prefer
To feel the heat: you'll hear the sound for miles;

This girl, just loves your lap: this ksilophile's
The naughtiest of pets, for I defer
To every punishment with: 'yes please, sir',
And more grateful acceptance.

All my wiles
Are dedicated to the next fessée,
That is to decorate my youthful flanks
By landing on this sweet, obliging bum;

And I will love it like the rougher play
That you engage in, once all those hard spanks
have landed and I'm lambent in the sun...