Flinching

I think the passion
Lies in contextualising
Each repeated strike.

Sounds echo through your chambers

Too quiet a cane might not mean gain

thru the pleasure the remains the pain

Nature and nurture? 🙂 I am not quite sure what you mean but thank you.

An offered bottom, so titillating.

An offered top might be
even more so, though the strikes
should be more gentle.

Tender is the way.

Nice loins daddy

Woah a sensational extraordinary muse flinching and wild . Sublime and deep cryptic. Kudos.

Pls pleez do review/ comment/ write your thoughts under my newest poem too.

I love this, it struck a personal chord with me. The imagery your words elicited, powerful. Thank you.    

Trouble is every time I look at it again I find a blemish - glad you enjoyed but I have to rework it having reads it again - sighs

You do the spanking genre literary justice. No ordinary stripes you've earned here.

XoXoXo
John