The embarrassed manager

Though manager she is, she gets it often,
And all the room is full with her sweet voice.
The cushions are the only ones to soften
Her yelps of pain. And shame. She has no choice.

She has no choice because she has a master
A master who enjoys to spank her well.
He does it slowly, calmly, sometimes faster,
With ruler, belt or cane that make her yell.

The only thing that matters is the pleasure,
The pleasure to controll and to obey.
After few more smacks, added for good measure,
He sits and watches what is on display:

The ruler marks on her round bum adorn her,
While she stands coy, embarrassed in the corner.