Mirroring My Eyes

Young ladies' lowered eyes may often be  
The mirrors of their souls; but does the shape
Of pleasant seats behind, mean we will see
A lot of learning; if we merely wait
For discipline. the sweet admonishment
May seem congruent to those thoughts of smacked
Rears disciplined: the harsh slaps compliment
Well-rounded cheeks, through each angle attacked;
 
And so, I'm bent and bared, as is the wish
Of those who'd tell me I must feel hands fall;
And here's the enhanced pleasure that I fish
For in his wickedness: since feeling small  
(And in his charge) allows me to be free,
Mirroring how my eyes are said to be.