I know it is wrong
But it feels so right
Your hand upon my skin
Turning it a rosy red
So I understand my place.
The feel of the leather
As it hits my back
The gasps it elicits from me
Teach me what you want of me
In the most effective way.
The sting of the rattan
As it lands and leaves it mark
The red hot line of sting
Makes me realise what I want and who I want to be,
The girl at your feet,
Molded to your ideal and whim
This is the happy place I am in.
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Your writing is quite beautiful.
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