To be Ravished

Ravishment, you say.
Punishment I give.
For a wench pretending
to be a well behaved poppet.

You're out there hiding
Quite well right now
Within anonymity you tease
Until we're eye to eye

But until that time
When running cannot suffice
And hiding will reveal
A naughty crossing bitch

Then you're caught.
Between a wall and retribution
Once gentle, now rough
Hold your hands to be tied.

Your ankles to be shackled
So that I may look deep into your eyes
Strike fear and shame within them
Don't blink or you'll get it worse.