Sir

Don't play with me today, Sir.
I'm just not in the mood.
I don't feel well today, Sir.
Nothing will be good.

I ache today, Sir.
I don't know the reason why.
Please not today, Sir.
I wouldn't tell a lie.

It's mental, a little emotional, Sir.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
I hate it, it's uncontrollable, Sir.
I wish it would fly south.

A spank?
A hit?
I'm blank.
Stop it.

Do you think it will help, Sir?
Do you know so?
I'll try not to yelp, Sir.
Hit me so?

It's fading...
It's changing...
The feeling...
It's waning...

Bare Hand.
Flogger.
Belt in hand.
I slobber.

The pain that spreads.
As the welts form at last
Taking all the dreads
As you hand hits my ass

I can't contain the sounds you rip from my throat
I can't think at all anymore
I only feel my body lift up and begin to float
This feeling light, letting me soar

Your bring me down with a loving touch
I can't believe this
But now all I want to do is fuck
While I'm still in bliss

Thank you, Sir.
I love you, Sir.
You've done it, yet again, Sir.