Rigid fingers travel up and down
Traveling on every peak and valley of her spine
Tracing her curvature to memory
Even blind, he could draw her in precision
Hands cupping and massaging pale rounds of flesh
Spreading the cleavage to espy her openings
Eager honey dew dribbles out of pale pink petals
Confusing sensation swapping thirst for hunger

She whimpers,
Moans to the touch
Audible cues to coo where he moved
Her body sways serpentine,
Until a press of his firm rough palm
Calms her to an obedient stoicism
Fear replaces eager
With her umber strands shrouding her shame.

“You’ve been bad”

His voice rang in a thunderous pitch
Like Odin or Zeus spoke from on high
Vibrating through her core like magma,
Perspiring pores poured a slick coating
While erecting hairs, goose bumped to warn,
She resigns herself to surrender and prepares -

Bent over knee
A perfect wedge
Cerulean eyes shuttered to a wince
Lower lip bit by front teeth
Fingers gripping sheets while knuckles whitened.

A leather tongue cuts the wind,
And collides with flesh rippling like a rain drop to a puddle
Such a castigated thud upon her bubbly round
Ivory became pale pink and yet no apology emitted
Just the mellifluous scream of pleasure twixt with pain
She left him vexed, ripe with implacable resolve

Thrice more,
The leather cut air
And collided with her supple hind cheek
Pink soon became red and red maroon
Until the marks looked plum or eggplant,
Her cries carried like birth-giving wails
And the honey welled, dribbling down her thighs
A streaming creek begging for a waterfall
Her eyes open, pulsing pupils readjust to light
Looking at her assailant with a sorrowful pout

“I’m sorry, sir”

She concedes,
Giving into her carnal needs
Elevated breaths whisper arousal
Begging blues almost change in hue
When he rests his hand upon her head
Patting her gently in approval.

“Good girl”