Entr'ouverte

It is warm in his study though I am
Instructed to await him naked there;
The fire's burning and I'm marked as planned:
He caned me. now I'm sobbing, curled in chair.

The sobbing isn't pain - it is relief
That he enjoyed in disciplining well;
I'll kneel before him, later, with my teeth
Behind the gums to feel his member swell.

Unsubtle delight and the sweet connection
Between us make his whims ones to amuse
I'm nearly bare (unlike his erection);
He's fully clothed and I'm just wearing shoes.

He'll know I'm ready without any ask
For my mouth's entr'ouverte for its next task