To Hell We Sank

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.

What You Deserve

You dare say no to Daddy my miss,

For that your punishment’ll be severe.

You’ll  place yourself atop my lap,

And bare your lovely soft pink rear.

You’ll hold your piggy between your teeth,

Bite down to muffle whimpers made.

You’ll take each slap with reverent grace,

To bring yourself back to the expected grade.

And then, and only then,

Once penance is rightfully served.

You’ll be allowed to slip between my knees,

To suck on what you deserve.

Daily Prompt: Haul (Disciplined Ordeal)

Haul your arse up here,

Sit on my lap.

Tell daddy you love him,

Whilst wiggling for a slap.

Slip off your knickers,

Bend over my knee.

Tell me you’re naughty,

With that look of sheer glee.

Let me hear you,

Shriek a happy squeal.

Let’s enjoy this punishing,

Disciplined ordeal.

 

Hehehe… hardly an ordeal my Beauty, huh?

via Daily Prompt: Haul

Daily Prompt: Simplify (A More Austere Time )

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