Submission in the dark

In darkness before dawn breaks, once again
I find myself across his trousered lap;
I lie there, quiet, intent, ready for pain;
But first comes the caress - before the slap;

There he finds that he can encompass one
Of my small bottom cheeks in his large hand;
I sense him hold his breath, as he has fun,
Squeezing the pressed flesh at his command;

He may not see that my fists are half-clenched,
In expectation of some rougher use;
I wonder when attention will be wrenched
To thoughts of how I'll squeal at new abuse;

And how he'll spank me hard, as he awakes
Submission in the dark before dawn breaks.