"Click"

 I asked him what we should do for the day now the house was empty,
he looked up at me from his newspaper, then silently across at the table.

Experience had served me well in the past
as I leaning over I gripped the edges
my night dress rising to indecent levels

As I heard him go lock the front door and close the blinds
before I accepted my collar without word delivered  
the "clicking" in place of the lead breaking the silence
laid out down my spine
before he pulled a beer from the cooler
feeling his eye's begin to molest me before
carrying on reading the newspaper where he sat
as if I wasn't even there.

As he had once said
when laid over his knee
feeling the sting of his hand
"patience is everything my dear"
and a good pupil I so wanted to be...