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She simply begs for beatings all the time,
Her face is flushed, as is her well-slapped cunt;
She murmurs she’s in my hands, and the rhyme
And reason of her life are what I’d want
Them to be: it’s the natural order sensed
By her, when she first came to serve me thus;
And service is, of course, her recompense,
Her challenge and her interest; I cuss
The wench for being useless; she subscribes
Her willingness to make good without fuss,
Eradicating defects, she survives
The thought that I’ve forgotten all the dregs
Of beatings still unfinished – so she begs.
Her face is flushed, as is her well-slapped cunt;
She murmurs she’s in my hands, and the rhyme
And reason of her life are what I’d want
Them to be: it’s the natural order sensed
By her, when she first came to serve me thus;
And service is, of course, her recompense,
Her challenge and her interest; I cuss
The wench for being useless; she subscribes
Her willingness to make good without fuss,
Eradicating defects, she survives
The thought that I’ve forgotten all the dregs
Of beatings still unfinished – so she begs.
Published 9th Feb 2016
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