There were never such lovers as Quentin and Queenie,

Her in stilettos, and him in his beanie.

Quentin was Master in bed and in life,

Queenie was a shy, obedient wife.

Two people so different, yet so good together,

Her without clothes and him dressed in leather.

It was always the same at the end of the day,

Her body stark naked and his eager to play,

Their toys were laid out all ready to use

When Quentin announced, “It’s all about Q’s.

I’ve bought me a quirt to use on your bum.”

Queenie quivered and started to cum.

“A question please before you use that whip.

“How many times will you let it rip?”

“Ah, my dear Queenie,” Quentin replied.

“My insatiable lust can not be denied,

Unless you can give me words starting with Q’s

I’m afraid your sweet ass will be mine to abuse,

At least ten in the sentence will save you from hurt

But one less than ten, then down comes the quirt.”

“Dear Quentin, you scare me, but I’ll play your game.

And when I’ve done ten, it will be to your shame,

And then we’ll switch roles and I’ll have a turn,

I’ll pick a letter and you’ll feel the burn.”

Quentin laughed as she got on all fours,

“My knowledge of words is far greater than yours,

And so I agree to these rules you desire,

But I’m afraid it will be your bottom on fire.”

“We’ll see,” smiled Queenie, “Shall we commence?”

“By all means, my love, let’s hear your defense.”

Taking a breath, Queenie raised up her head,

Closed her eyes and let her Q words be said.

“This quirky, quaint quest for a sentence with Q’s,

Is quickly quashed by the words that I use,

 And though it makes my quim quiver and quake,

My Master has made quite a questionable mistake.”

Quentin applauded and bowed to his girl.

“That was just brilliant. My head’s in a whirl.

“A quandary it is, but I don’t plan to loose.

I’ll give you a sentence with the letter you choose.”

“But if you should fail,” said she with a pout,

May this day be mine to boss you about?”

“A slave I will be and will fall at your feet,”

His answer declared without skipping a beat.

“In that case,” said Queenie, “We will start it with sex,

Because the letter I’m giving you... is the letter X”