He promises such spanks, she'll not forget
She's to be turned and taken on his lap;
These teasing words, anticipate each slap
And draw her in; despite the real threat
That he will take her from her comfort zone
To leave her panties so damp with desire,
That she can only hope, perhaps aspire
To him taking a belt to her; he'll own
Each stimulating mark he makes this way;
Her need becomes so tangible, so lush
That she rejoices; and will not resist,
Or squirm or wriggle; it's no time to play:
She's to be beaten; and the blood will rush
To her head, when he spanks as he's promised.
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