Remembering

She'll always remember whippings she's had,
The nice and the naughty; the ones that hurt;
Even if, afterwards, she is so glad
To feel the bruises right under her shirt;

When he's slapped her tits and her hard nipples
She loves all the marks - how each one lingers
Touching each one, so the pleasure ripples:
Recollecting she was smacked by fingers;

Or, even better, pulled over his lap
With both her jeans and her panties pulled down;
Submissive senses resound as each slap
Explodes on her bum as he goes to town;

He takes her with him to a crimson splendour
Meaning this whipping's one she'll remember.