A Window Ledge

Nasturtium on the window ledge can view
Such sights within the living room, they blush
A deeper shade - a perfect, reddened hue
That matches the dark colour of the flush,
That seems to spread across your features, when
Miss has her bend and bare before the guests,
Who care not for excuses; now and then,
A smattering of their applause expressed
The northern charm of neighbours to invite
To see you punished, deprived of your clothes
And caned before them all, to their delight;
For they are canny, keen to see exposed
You, sans your finery, draped on the edge
Of my soft lap, next to that window ledge.