The petting zoo

He smiles and pets my rump before he turns
Back to important work, as is his wont;  
He murmurs "it's delicious" ; the blush burns  
My face, but I'll not scold, since I do not  
Object to approbation from my sir,    
Because I know he loves propriety;  
And, as a rule, I'm sure he would concur  
With principled rejection that might see  
My bottom free from slapping interludes;  
But I enjoy the pleasure that he takes  
In showing how he owns me; he's amused  
At suppressed indignation; it awakes  
A need in him to spank me rather hard  
And thank me for his efforts - no holes barred.