What Do You Need?

What do you need from me? My gentle side:
Strong and compassionate? It will not melt,
Despite power with which you wield your belt
To educate me; so, if my hands slide,
It is by instinct, as your strikes collide
With my bare flesh (I stripped before I knelt);
And do not stumble, as I feel the welt
That grows, as you do, when I'm opened wide...
 
What do you need from me? Soft lips to pierce?
And a clitoral hood to bear my shame:
Initials on a mound? Such pains are brief:
They're quite ephemeral, though I felt tears,
As I do still when playing each harsh game
That we enjoy together for relief...