the subtle sting
the wind...
followed by the smack
smooth, polished wood meets smooth, polished flesh
my love...
my Princess...
my pain-loving bitch
let me kiss your redness
and lick your welts
as you whimper for more...
whimpered requests for more delicious discipline
through pursed, well-glossed, gagged lips...
Her loveliness kneeling on a obsidian silk pillow
matching scarves bind her wrists to the exquisitely intricate
headboard of the canopy bed...
blindfolded with the same...
the paddle stained black and skillfully carved with lovely designs
leaving lovely shapes on your ample buttocks
scented soy candles illuminate with their aromatic flicker
i drip the melted contents of one slowly down your spine
you arch your back as the molten liquid reaches the rim of your dark entrance...
i massage it into your skin and drip more onto those Rosy Cheeks
the Warmth is Relaxing
the Sting is Enticing
Your buttocks now Glistening
makes the Paddle Inviting
as I grab a fistful of your hair
and pull that head back
your ass in the air...
as you beg and plead for more...
muscles tense and ready...
gleefully anticipating the pleasure...
and the sound...
of the next swing..
Pop.
