Taking a Wander

We'd sometimes take a wander through the wood;
There, she sat down and read beneath a tree
While I looked out for passers-by who should
Have known better than spoil our empathy;

Her turn came to watch, while I perused
Her sex beneath her skirts; I'd gently lick
Her pussy lips; I'd hear her sighs enthuse
My mistress as she reached out for a stick;

The bark was stripped and then she pulled my skirt
Right up and pulled my bloomers down. So blunt;
So dictatorial: she spanked; it hurt;
My tears would mingle with moistening cunt;

And she would find it splendid to apply
The discipline I needed; she'd not pander
To my soft skin; she struck me; if I'd cry,
Aloud , there's was a lesson: not to wander.