Lesson

"Using your mouth to talk back, I see"
I gaze upon you, disappointment persists.
"Naughty girl," I gently chide, my voice stern,
Using words unfitting, lessons you must learn.

A gentle slap, a tear escapes your eye,
Not from the pain, but my disapproving sigh.
Your mouth, a vessel meant for sweet submission,
Yet defiance lingers, a dangerous condition.

I cup your face, commanding you to see,
That disobedience shan't be your decree.
With thumb upon your lips, I quell your speech,
Silencing rebellion, lessons I will teach.

Your head nods, a silent "no" to impart,
And in response, desire ignites your heart.
You take my thumb, your moans of pleasure heard,
Lost in sensation, mouth filled without a word.

"Yes, my dear, your sucking delights so keen,
To keep you from trouble, for the next days thirteen,
A compulsion to hold something, evermore,
Between your lips, to silence thoughts that bore."

Another whimper rises, your craving so clear,
A shiver of longing, as lust draws near.
With approval on my face, I look upon you,
Nothing compares to me, and this you know is true.

You smile, still sucking my thumb so fondly,
As I guide your eyes, captivating you blindly.
You'll succumb, fall into my hypnotic trance,
With lips forever sealed, captured in my dance