He chastises me soundly
Red in the face
as though it's his right
Showing me how he's forgotten his place.
It's hard to hide
The amusement from my lips
As he stands in rebellion
His hands on his hips
Tomorrow will come
Of that it's a fact
When his ass is in the air
Echoing the sound of my smack
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