I arrived at the door with my usual smile
to be met by a stern-faced expression.
"You are late, yet again, and it just will not do,
so, it's time that I taught you a lesson."

She was dressed to impress, all in red, black and steel,
and her manner would brook no dissention.
By the strap in her hand, and the look in her eye,
it was easy to tell her intention.

With a crack of the strap on the hall's wooden chest,
she commanded I take up position.
"You will stretch across that, with your arse stuck well out,
while I tell you your thrashing's condition.

"Fifteen strokes you will feel with full force of my strength;
one each for every minute of waiting;
and you'll count as each lands, and you'll thank me as well.
Woe betide if you're caught hesitating.

"And apart from your count and your thanks, I expect
complete silence without you complaining.
For each noise that you make I will add to your score;
and when strapped we will give you a caning."

Then she raised up her arm, swung it hard through the air;
and the strap made its first hard impression.
And I counted and thanked her for each stinging blow
which she issued with mighty aggression.

Did I suffer in silence the full fifteen strokes?
Not according to my lady's measure.
When the strap came to rest, she caned six of the best;
and I swear that she gave them with pleasure.