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Dec 2018
Knees aching from being down on them too long,
*** cheeks blazing while muffled moans and cries fill the room like a beautiful song.
You dare not move, you dare not argue,
For that smart *** mouth of yours couldn’t keep shut, and look where it got you.
Each flogs of the whip has a different effect,
Either it brings tears to your eyes or makes your underneath wet.
You hope he stops soon,
But another part of you wants him to continue, and allow the monster inside of you to bloom.
Despite the aching pain on your ***, you enjoy being punished,
You enjoy being face down in pain, these are the things that make you flourish.
The more he flogs you the more your ***** throbs,
But you have to be punished for being a bad girl, so you refuse to wail but instead release muffled sobs.
His Dominating voice fills the room commanding you to face is crotch, this causes your sea to roar,
He roughly grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him while tears threaten to fall for your *** is sore.
He commands that you be a good girl or you’ll be punished,
You agree meekly knowing you’ll disobey him again, just to be punished, for you like the pain, it is what makes you flourish.
A bad girl deserves to be punished, but what if she misbehaves because she loves to be punished?
Catalina Ruby
Written by
Catalina Ruby  16/F/Kingston Jamaica
(16/F/Kingston Jamaica)   
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