Wrapped up in sweat’s moist blanket
my naked body lies atop the table.
Bound tight, an ornament, a trinket,
my lips are gagged and incommunicable.
Soft fingers touch me like a feather
and stir wet heat between my naked thighs.
Then splat! The burning touch of leather.
I jerk and whimper and my breathing flies.
Drool trickles down my cheeks and chin,
shame makes my body burn and flush.
You see it, dip your finger in, and grin.
A tremor shakes me, born from wanton rush.
Another sting. Blow after blow,
I arch to meet the loving, cruel caresses.
And try my hardest not to show
the pleasure that my dripping loin confesses.
Touches, stings, my mind goes crazy.
I writhe and sob, plead desperately for more.
My heart explodes with joy and things get hazy.
Lust waves smash me hard against the shore.
Then, wrapped in sweat’s moist blanket,
my trembling body lies atop the table.
All spent and wonderfully spanked
I feel fulfilled, but still insatiable.
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