Painful Predelictions

Hey Ho!
Spank me on the bum!
You know how to have the bestest fun!
And to keep me ha-a-a-appy!

Hey! Ho!
Slap my lovely breasts
You know it will get it off your chest
And to keep me ha-a-a-appy!

Hey! Ho!
Smack my smooth, shaved cunt
Don't hesitate - I will not take affront
For it will keep me ha-a-a-appy!

Hey Ho!
I'll fetch daddy's cane
I know it really needs to swish again
So I can be ha-a-a-appy!

If I ever cause you grief by being mean,
Then I know that you will tell me to redeem
Myself over your knee,
As you spank me happily,
Until I am quite tearful sans esteem...

Just the tip, a tap, a slap, a swat,
To start the stream, loose the cream,
To inspire the fire to make hot the pot;
Am I right tonight? Is it your steamy dream?
Tell me truly, Are you liking the striking?
Do your moans mean I mete out more?
I fear you'll find that both hiking and biking
Are pain and strain the more I pour.

But the aftercare, once I opt to spare,
Will be caring caresses, easing the stresses,
Bringing balm on calm palms, there and there,
As your lover lovingly cleans up his messes.

Daddy's martinet makes me very, very wet
When he flicks his torture toy against my cunnie.
When his finger's in my hole, it's as if he's got my soul
Cupped right in his palm until I'm runny...

A hand gives my bum all it needs,
But thoughts of hand spanking seeds
The idea of a cane,
That lands again
And again, while screams softly concede...

Why do you have to ber curt
When you bare my behind? When you hurt
My bum with your hand.
I am at your command,
As you get me warmed up for your spurt...

For each delicious femme
There's a very eager man,
Who may spank her since he's vicious,
And the cries she makes delicious

I feel the sensation of leather
For daddy is so very clever,
He strokes me to test
Whether I'll behave best
After he spanks me forever

I'm receptive, of course,
To Sir's sound use of force;
I'll wear a nice red
Until modesty's fled
And you can forgive
My being receptive...

A kiss can prepare one for much
Beyond romance and loving and such,
When indoors from the rain,
On all fours for the cane
Welling feelings do so make me blush!

I seem to be bending again
So daddy can impress his friend
For I should not twist
If I'm held by the wrists
As Sir disciplines my sweet end

I wonder if you find delight
When you lift up my skirt and the white
Of cotton underwear
Makes you lust and prepare
The schemes you have planned for tonight

I may seem unreactive when you reach out,
But you set my heart racing without any doubt;
I may hold quite still,
For I wait for the thrill
Of you soon asserting what it's all about...

I'm standing by the window
With my hands upon my head
The blind is now wide open
And my bottom's rather red;

I am not really conscious
Of those who want to find
Exactly what I'm punished for
And what goes through my mind