A Valentine's Heart

She knew each of those cane strokes
Would be agony across her nipples;
But nothing prepared her for the first:
As he made sure she'd always remember.

He had a truly devilish accuracy when
It came to placement. She loved that.
One of his assured, well-placed strokes
Could impact like twenty of cupid's arrows.

She wondered if she was getting twenty.
Trying to breathe evenly, she was aware
Of  her sodden cunt and her dancing heart
As the cane swept down across her breasts.

She wasn't resigned to screaming or crying;
And did not really need the gag to constrain
Any embarrassing sounds or utterances,
As he ripped the valentine's heart out of her.