An Ode to Early Awakening

Early awakenings refresh the hour
And the submissive feelings, dormant since
He spanked you before bedtime and the power
Impressive slaps aroused may make you wince,
This morning, since they’re coloured by the force
That he applied rhythmically; he touched
You with soft fingertips, which were a source
Of pleasure, countermanding pain; you clutched
The bedstead and you pressed your breasts against
The mattress, as you pushed back and released
A sigh to hear his soft rebuke; complaints
Of poor behaviour may never have ceased;
 
But they all fell upon the deafest ear;
Hearing being focused on the soft flesh,
His hand connected with; yes, your taut rear;
As he taught you a lesson to refresh
Your thoughts now you wake up and gently play
The ingénue again; you recollect
How you felt him beneath you and the way
That tumescence became far more erect
To feel your warmth upon him, with the slap
Of each admonishment that drove you down
To press against the hardness; and to map
Your ideas of a follow on; his frown…
 
His frown of concentration did dispel
Your fear there’d be no time to go to please
Between his legs to thank him rather well
With lips so wet, with every wicked tease
You ever uttered held back, as you filled
Your mouth with male flesh; the martinet
He used to slap you firmly, helped the skilled
Embrace you used to get the master set
And ready to employ you; he was wed
On making love at length; so you’d get moist,
While remembering those hours in your head
At dawn; you come for him, so quiet voiced…
 
Not silent, since you know he is to blame:
So you attribute this before you flow
And then breathe out to sigh softly his name,
And recall how you served and serviced one
Who you could trust to thrust and to excite
You even more than you had ever banked
On; he is quite prepared to so ignite
Your deeper, darker passions; while you’re spanked
Long after midnight; let others recall
Their fantasies as dreams, you can begin
Your new day with sweet matitudinal
Delights after early awakening…