Enough

Enough, girl! Take the rest as pain:
He now commands her: bend and gain
Another caning, which he'll find
Is something that she does not mind,
Whether it hurts so good she'll spill
The tears that please sir, when they fill
Her eyes, and slide down cheeks that tend
To colour scarlet – they commend
The stripes applied to suit his taste,
Above and, yes, below the waist:
Neatly aligned, they do not crowd
Her bottom or her breasts. He’s proud
To mark her well; and he's content
To make her ache, so when she's spent
And she’s accounted for the way
He'll choose to use her every day,
Pale as dawn, she loves each slight
Gentle as dusk, fucked to midnight.
This is her duty – she'll do the stuff:
This greedy cunt can’t get enough.