Hands down on the side you say
And stick that bottom out
I know you’re reaching for the cane
Bite my lip to stop the shout

I know it’s going to hurt me
That torturous instrument
I remember each and every pain
Every bygone punishment

I feel you move across the room
A slow motion fantasy
Then the exquisite point of contact
That tears a groan from me

The mark you leave upon me
Isn’t just there on my skin
The real mark of ownership
Is the one that is within



I know I can’t deny you
It’s not about permission
You understand the need to seek
New heights of submission

Each time you mark my pale white flesh
The bond between us shows
Each time you gift me one more stripe
My devotion to you grows

No one has ever seen me
In quite the way you do
You looked in to my eyes one day
And instantly I knew

I knew that I would kneel for you
That I’d beg for my correction
I knew I’d bow to your command
For that moment of connection

And in return you show me
Just how much I mean to you
With each one of my dozen strokes
You share your point of view

You show me that you love me
That I am yours and yours alone
No other hand can mark me
No other touch will you condone

I will repay that devotion
I’ll gladly bend and take the pain
I’ll earn my stripes most willingly
And surrender to the cane

Hands down on the side you say
And stick your bottom out
My heart is won, I am undone
My stripes remove all doubt