The magic of reflected love
I see you in rubber,
I see you in lace,
I see you in leather,
Over my bench braced.
I see you naked,
I see you bound,
I see your submission,
My cock hard, aroused.
I have my crop,
I have my belt,
I have the desire,
To leave your arse with welts.
I have my way,
I have you,
I have the will,
To fuck you hard too.
I’ll pinch your nipple hard,
Pull it up.
Clamp either side,
Do it up.
I slide along the chain,
Take the other side.
Repeat the process,
See pain in your eyes.
I’ll kiss you on your gag,
Ssshhh my lil sweet.
Fold over my belt,
Stroke your arse my meat.
I let the first strike go,
Enjoy your muffled groan.
The second slash comes fast,
I take in your sorrowful moans.
I keep the blows coming,
Striped welts across your butt.
Once I’m done you’re glowing,
You’ve put up with so much.
I release your gag and clamps,
I praise your bravery.
I smother you with love,
Snuggled up so tight to me.
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.