Snow Queen

She could not see his smile, for she was bound  
Against a larch - the closeness of the bark  
Was such, that she was blind and could not mark  
The timing of the lash, that he had found  
Most suitable for her bare back and round,  
Redemptive rear, so naked; there's a stark,  
And crisp and frosty feeling that he'll park  
By heating her with flogging; then the pound  
Of cock in bottom with the squelching sound  
Of well-lubed prick in backside, as he slips  
The heated antidote that will delight  
Her inner slut, that he's controlled and drowned  
In lusty liquids, once his leather whip's  
Thrown to the earth, where she was used all night.