Compliance

She asked for pain. It didn’t make her cry.
It didn’t make her shudder on demand
Or make her wail or just misunderstand,
But gave her even more, so she could die
The little death she longed for with a sigh
When he had spanked her hard - each reprimand
Just melted into pleasure as he'd planned;
And she reached back and spread - she'd not deny
Him all the splendours exposed - let him try
To cane her even harder - she could stand
Much more and thought it would be rather grand
To feel the whip upon each flank and thigh;
And on her breasts as well - her master's fly
Could stay done up for now, but lust's not banned
And she could show him all, for flames are fanned
By little gestures - showing she'd comply.