A painting in her mind

She tells me she can so picture the scene:
A painting in her mind of kicking heels,
That are skillfully stilled for what has been
An hour now; she knows each second feels
More painful than the one that has just past,
When there was no impact, merely relief;
But here it comes again: a spank to mask
The sharpness of her cry; let any grief,
That she has felt at his spanking her rear,
Be quite redundant; for she'd have some more
To shield moisture - I don't mean the tear
That trickles down her cheek. we know the score:
For a damp cunt is not against the stricture
That either of us painted in this picture.