My Wife Got Angry

Authors note: This poem describes graphic corporal punishment and BDSM so if this offends you please do not read on. If you have constructive criticism to make either positive or negative please provide it. It’s always welcome and helps me to write better. Meaningless unconstructive negative comments will be deleted. I have become increasingly bored and frustrated by anonymous readers, most of whom likely don’t write or can’t write shouting insulting nonsense from the shadows.
This is an edited version of this poem. The final draft was not submitted in error, and this is it . Changes are minor but I think it reads better with them.

My wife got angry

“You thought
you’d get away with it,”
she said.
“Well you were wrong.
And when I have you
spread and naked
I shall discipline
your bum.”

“Twenty four hard strokes
I’m planning
as the price to satisfy me.
Take off your clothes
So I can thrash you
hurt you badly
bruise you
mark you
Oh I’m going
to make you pay.”

Have no doubt
I’ll make you suffer.
Slow and hard
the strokes deliver
lengthen anguish
strengthen dread
Mark my words
You’ll not consider
straying from the path again.

From her box she then extracted
three foot long
a Koobo cane.
Flexed it
swished it.
Thin and supple
it would gift a world of pain.

Five foot five
of female venom.
Supple
wired
coiled tight she waited
firm of will and strong of arm.

Then she bound me to the table.
Naked
tied
exposed
I waited
fearful of the pain to come.

Then from high the rod came sweeping
arcing
molten
agony.
Whistling
kissing
burning
branding
slicing slow-paced into me.

Wailing
writhing
swelling
tearful
I lay hard across the table
and approached the gates of hell.
Screaming
hoarsely
pleading
wildly
still the rattan rose and fell.

I cried aloud I could not stand it
heard her cruel voice in my ear.
Soft and hard and gently hissing,
“You will
and then take more my dear.”

When she finished
I lay sobbing.
Buttocks savaged
sore and throbbing
tired and tattered
deep and ridged
purple tramlines
firmly etched.

When she finished
breathing heavy
damp and sweaty
calm elated
fury spent
she needed fucking.
In her head
between her legs
desire grew large
then moist
for filling.

Penance made
and debt collected
my own hard rod
erect and willing
I fucked her deep
absolved
forgiven.
kisses soft
her hands so gentle.
With juices spent
and pleasures taken
our bodies close
she looked up sweetly
soft eyes flashing
smiled
and whispered,
“ My Love
next time.
It’s thirty six.”