If my aim was merely to simplify,
I’m afraid your arse I must dimplify.
For base as it may seem my love.
Stripping you back is not nearly enough.
Back to the basics of a more austere age.
Where punishments were dealt to unwilling slaves.
The strap for misdemeanors that only I see.
A sting sewn deep for you from me.
So let me again quietly clarify.
Convey in words simplified
Your arse is mine to redden raw.
An activity from the past I simply adore.
Fear not this correction, fear not the pain.
For I fear my Beauty you’ll adore it just the same.