At weekends she so loves the thought he'll yank
her jeans right down, with just a single tug;
Although she sees he looks at her, so smug,
before she is pressed down readied to spank;
She adores how her panties do not rank
as any obstacle to him: he'll plug
all resistance in ways to warm her blood,
with every blow he strikes;
And she will thank
him, in due course, respectfully, before
he draws her down to offer her reward,
between his thighs: she'll perform as he's taught;
Since spanking makes him hard, she can't ignore
the fact this is her fault. Let her afford
him further pleasure - and she loves this thought.
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