Naughty little bitch-whore,
I shall turn you over my knee
And spank your naughty bottom
'Til your cheeks are burning brightly
And the town can see the shame
Of the beacon-bottom punishment
That you deserve, my girl!
I sit here in my leathers,
With my boots zipped up thigh-high,
And I'll bare your pert, round bottom
And I'll make you cry and wriggle
As I redden your behind.
Oh, don't give me that innocence,
That pouty little mouth!
No back-chat and eye-rolling,
You wicked little slut!
Over you go and
Spread your legs;
I pull down lacy panties.
That's right, I have your bottom high,
And bared unto the world.
Keep your legs apart so I can see
Your naughty, swollen cunt.
Are you wet, you tramp?
I see you are.
You naughty little girl!
Oh, don't you feel the breeze as
I blow on your plump cheeks?
Feel the tremors in your seeping lips
Whilst I softly scrape my nails
Between your thighs and on your ass,
And SLAP! You trollop,
Take that!
Slap! and
Slap! and
Slap! again.
Hold still, you petulant bitch.
I'll
SLAP!
Teach you to
SLAP!
Talk back, and
SLAP!
Disobey your Domme.
Oh, cry along, and
SLAP! take all I
SLAP! must give to you.
And SLAP! keep those legs so far apart, and
SLAP! take what you're due.
Now, in the corner you must stand
With your little skirt aloft.
I see your bottom glowing hot,
And it's a pleasure to my eyes.
Oh, don't you dare rub your legs together!
Oh no, my girl, get back here.
Over the knee and your bottom raised,
I'll bruise your cheeks until
You can't sit down,
You naughty, naughty bitch.
SLAP! I've told you
SLAP! time and again,
SLAP! you must do as I say.
SLAP! It's for your own good,
SLAP! you slut, and
SLAP! I'll teach you well.
Oh, scream away, and
SLAP! sob and cry,
SLAP! I know you love the pain.
SLAP! This is a lesson you
SLAP! won't forget.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Oh, that's my girl,
You're crying hard
And begging my forgiveness?
If you'd behaved,
There'd be no need
To punish you like this.
Darkened cheeks are beautiful,
And your pussy is so damn wet.
If you behave yourself next time,
I'll run my fingers through your juice,
Like so...
And smear it in and dip my fingers
Into your throbbing hole,
Over your swollen clit,
And can you feel the cool relief
As I trace circles on your burning cheeks
With your shining, honey dew?
Be a good girl,
My little slut,
And I shall trace your curves
With melting ice
And dribble cool water
Over your bottom bright.
An ice cube on your skin,
A glacial kiss of love
Upon the punishment I must give
Until you learn your lesson well.
If you behave, my little bitch,
I'll lick your pussy clean,
And wiggle my fingers inside your holes
And make your legs a-tremble
Like your cheeks a-wobble beneath my hand.
But you've been naughty, haven't you?
Hand me that crop, bitch.
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