Ten Teases

Sometimes, I just need
A hug...with a paddle on 
My sweet, pantied butt.

I spy 
With my little eye 
Something beginning with Yum! 

I sense you going the distance:
You'll find there is little resistance 
From this girl, who's your sheath, 
And is so underneath: 
Obedient to your persistence;

I believe I can see 
Papa's thinking of me, 
And loving to bits 
My delicious, young tits. 

Just pull on my leash: 
So, I'm close, as you reach
Out for each breast, 
With which I am blessed.

What? A delectable bottom? 
That will quite certainly stop 'em! 
But it will not prevent 
Sir's large trouser tent, 
Which is, of course, likely to shock 'em!

I do rather like how you force it 
When I wear a sensual corset 
The way you push and thrust, 
Makes flesh wobble, I trust 
You will happily, naughtily, tawse it.

Your hand is, it seems, where you planned; 
And you, of course, are in command 
Of where you will take me, 
And what you will make me 
Do, so your big thing expands.

Why should you rush 
When you're making me blush? 
You have tied me up soundly. 
And lectured me roundly; 
I suppose you can wait. 
As your erectile state 
Demands you take control,
Feeding this girl your pole.

Your sharp slap of my cheek will release
An innocence blush that won't cease 
To stir guilt that I feel, 
When you make me squeal,
And hurt me with consummate ease

And one in French to finish :

Quand une culotte forme un cœur 
Blanche, au-dessous les fesses,
Donnez-moi des souples caresses 
Bien sûr, je n'aurai pas trop peur, 
Même si, glissante, votre sueur 
M'excite, Me mouille et m'intéresse,
 Mon cœur battra vite sans cesse 
Savant vous allez être le vainqueur ; 
Et que je me rendrai en rose, 
Vos mains durs sur mes hanches, 
Attendant jusqu'a votre gloire
Allez - murmurez des choses,
Qui sont méchantes, pas blanches
Certaine de votre victoire !