He spanks her when he meets her to enforce
The fact that he's in charge and owns her hide;
She smiles, when she is slapped, for she, of course,
Enjoys the fact that he so likes to chide
Her breasts, her buttocks and that sweet young mound,
Where feelings seem to surge while she is whipped;
And she delights in making suppressed sounds,
Tensing when he pulls her panties off: ripped
From her arse to show the finest landscape;
Intent on marking his territory:
His hand will play and she cannot escape
From bruising he inflicts much to her glee;
For she knows once he's finished with her seat
She'll have the blessed right to meet his meat.
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