Ms. Behaving

I had the feeling
purposely Ms. Behaving
To get me
to satisfy her craving.

Feigning fright
as I push her over my lap.
Hands feebly holding
in place the skirt flap

Masculine hand grips
both wrists
Hem on her back
as she twists.

Thong lace panties
provide no protection
Her cheeks
will get my attention

Hint of a tan-line
telltale of summer past
The contrast
won’t last.

Hmm, the terrain
has been landscaped.
Another tell that
has escaped.

Open hand
leaves a print
I watch as her skin
gives off a crimson glint

Pale backside
no longer whiten
All the squirming
has her arousal heighten.

The dampness
on my thighs
In contrast
to all her cries.

Yes, my discipline
grants her wish
As my finger
brushes the button
her insides go squish.


Fooled me once again.
Ms. Behaving
to get spanked.
But I don’t mind
cause I’ll enjoy
how I will be thanked.