paddle

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How long until you come home; I can't wait.
It's three o'clock now, you won't be back until eight.
I was told to hold back,
But it's discipline I lack.
My fingers start tracing a hot figure eight.

I'm sitting here on the couch.
Excuse me if I'm a grouch.
He said I can't play.
I'll have it my way.
My thighs clench together, then "ouch!"

"I told you sit still, bad girl."
I see his lips start to curl.
"No, come over here,
I'll teach you my dear,
Let's give this new paddle a whirl."

I can't help my hesitation.
My movements betray trepidation.
This is what I deserve,
So I find the nerve,
To kneel down in prostration.

"Count them all out loud and clear.
I want to be able to hear,
That you understand,
When you're given a command"
I start to tremble in fear.

At first the sting is real pain,
Then the feeling begins to wane.
I can finally let go,
I feel the swats slow.
I promise next time to constrain.

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Ashesh9Ashesh9about 10 years ago
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Girl ! Turn around 'n bend over ! 5-ed .

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