Tag: Belt

Baiting

Posted on by Beast in Erotica, Poetry

Pause for thought my naughty girl.

Do you really want my belt uncurled?

Do you want your knickers around your knees?

To be over my lap making ineffective pleas.

Consider your actions my petulant child.

How the leather leaves soft buttocks defiled.

Whether you like the burn that lasts for days.

No matter the remedy the ache that stays.

Think deeply as to what end you seek.

Whether you’re extravagance should really shrink to meek.

For you well know what punishment awaits.

For a naughty girl who Daddy baits.

 

I wish, I wish, I wish

Posted on by Beast in Erotica, Poetry
I wish, I wish, I wish,
You were before me bent to receive.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
You were gagged, struggling to breathe.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
I was pulling my belt from my pants.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
That it’s leather could sting your arse.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
It was tenderising your rump.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
Each strike was wetting your cunt.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
That once done you’d still hold me tight.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
We were snuggled after penitent rite.

To Hell We Sank

Posted on by Beast in Poetry

The buckle locks the ball in place.

Your mouth open wide and full.

Struggling for breath with reddened face.

A look that I’ll never find dull.

I pull your legs up, arse ready to receive.

The belt I fold over in two.

And with this belt I’ll make you believe.

That all that you want can come true.

Whack! It stings, the very first blow.

A burning resonance spreads.

Whack! Again letting you know.

This is feeling that you sometimes dread.

But not today as you struggle for breath.

Your having the time of your life.

Not today as your mind’s left bereft.

By the belts next hefty slice.

Eyes so mournful tug at my heart.

Begging me please, for what I’m not sure.

So with the last lash I swing wide to arse.

And the impact shakes to your core.

There there, my good good girl.

I whipser my heart felt thanks.

There there, my angel, my world.

Tis with me to hell that you sank.

Daily Prompt: Simplify (A More Austere Time )

Posted on by Beast in Poetry

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.

via Daily Prompt: Simplify