Black and Blue

When I saw the photo that you liked,
Of the bottom, whipped black and blue
I tried to think of doing that to you.

But as I held you down across my knees,
And raised the crop high into the air,
I thought about the colour of your hair.

So now you're stuck, halfway through contrition
Waiting for the crop's vicious bite.
It looks as though you might be stuck all night.

Such a pure anonymous encounter;
No name, no touch, no images to share.
The end we care to have, or "just don't care"?

Will you stay forever on my knees
Waiting for a whip mark on your bum,
A silent guest who never gets to come?

Or will you finish things inside your head
And break the spell, undermine this farce?
Unfreeze time but sacrifice your arse?

Even though the future's in your hands.
I wonder if I understand the danger,
Am I inside your head, a perfect stranger?

Can you see me satisfy your lust,
Do you see me pulling at your hair,
Your wrists secure, a shoe kicked through the air

As you play struggle to receive my wrath?
Yielding to the punishment you crave
'Til there's nothing left to give or save?

Or might you fight so that I hold you down,
Forcing fingers into every hole,
To fill you up, to plug your leaking soul?

Or will you just get up and find your shoe?
Resulting in nothing more to see,
Except perhaps polite restraint and tea.

What will happen next I cannot say.
There are so many ways that things might go,
But what this future holds, you only know.