Naughty boy
Oh I've been a very naughty boy it looks like I'm going to get a smack, will my mistress use her favourite paddle it gives an almighty wack
She's called me into her study it looks like going over her big Oak table, I must try to remember not to smile even though I'm not sure I'm able
She tells me to stand in front of her as she tells me off once more, I do not move I stand like a statue with my eyes fixed firmly on the floor
I hate being told off by her there's always so much disappointment in her tone, swear I feel like i could cry if I was left here on my own
Soon I'm across her desk awaiting the first initial sting, though it's quite shocking I love the pain and pleasure the first hit always seems to bring
The shock rolls over me like a euphoric wave of sexual pleasure, these are the kinky moments I live for each wack i adore and treasure
After a sound thrashing I'm told to behave and sent back to my room, alone I lay on my bed the come down from my spanking always feels my heart with gloom
THE KINKY POET