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The Seasons
In fall she thought her fantasy would be
A dominant who would address her rear
In terms that were quite certain; she would be
Spanked rather hard, once he had made it clear
How naughty, bad and wicked she had been,
Reminding her throughout the day by text
That it would be much better were a clean
Breast made of it; but this would not reflect
The punishment, which she soon found would tend
To be quite firm and robust once her day
Had drifted into evening: then she'd bend
Across his lap, being prepared to say
Just how contrite she was with everything
So, would her need be renewed in the spring?
A dominant who would address her rear
In terms that were quite certain; she would be
Spanked rather hard, once he had made it clear
How naughty, bad and wicked she had been,
Reminding her throughout the day by text
That it would be much better were a clean
Breast made of it; but this would not reflect
The punishment, which she soon found would tend
To be quite firm and robust once her day
Had drifted into evening: then she'd bend
Across his lap, being prepared to say
Just how contrite she was with everything
So, would her need be renewed in the spring?
Published 13th Sep 2014
| Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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