Red

Red

"I want to spank you," she said matter-of-factly
and it was more of a command than a request
It did not seem like it should be ignored
even though fear crept in like water in a basement that
had gone too long without proper maintenance,
leaving the walls slick and puddles forming
So it was not surprising to either of us that in a moment
I stood there naked before her.
Trying to remember to breathe
Her eyes wandering over me
Stopping on my cock
that betrayer of thoughts.
The red rushed to my face as juice poured into a glass
and she smiled at the prospect
She patted her lap and I laid down
exposed. Helpless.
She ran her hands slowly across my ass, an artist inspecting her canvas.
I shivered and shuddered with anticipation and nerves
"It's just a little paddling," she said, stroking me
And then the first strike comes
jolting me into clarity
As the blows continue I realize my whimpers are contented noises
and a bouquet of red flowers blooms
a gift for her
I also realize that my cock throbs and shines red
and soon that turncoat will deliver
its ultimate betrayal.