Fingers trickle down her back,
A smile lights her face,
His, stern,
Watching her shiver,
The ripples moving with him.
Shoulder blades,
Spine,
Down,
Over hips,
The object of His goal in sight.
He lifts his hand,
Brings it down hard,
Crack,
Yelp,
Whine.
Roles reversed,
A smile lights His face,
Hers, stern,
The taste of a punishment,
To come.
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