Willing Victim

Anticipation and fear was mounting,
As it reached deep to within his soul,
He craved the pain she would give him,
His greatest desires there to console.

She was merciless in her conviction,
And he knew that before she would start,
She’d prepare his punishment to the utmost,
To her it was a well-practiced art.

Stripped of all unnatural coverings,
His eyes began to sparkle in fear,
As he watched her slowly approaching,
Her intentions none too soon, became clear.

Her voice pierced his mind and his being,
As she bade him comply to her will,
Hand raised and bearing his torture,
His heart jumped, feeling the thrill.

A hot searing pain shot right through him,
As the lash made it mark on his back,
Excitement stirred from deeper within him,
Fearing the pain of further attack.

A second blow stung hard to his shoulders,
He craved that it never would stop,
Savouring the pain she bestowed him,
As onto his knees he did drop.

Merciless in her gruelling mission,
To punish and pain him thoroughly,
Relentless in her administration,
Ignored the fear in his eyes totally.

As his skin became painfully welted,
From the punishing tail of her whip,
His arousal was so clearly growing,
As his senses she painfully stripped.

The beating was total and demeaning,
Driven to the utmost extent,
Oblivious to all else, he lay there,
His craving satiated and spent.