Strange Ways

It's strange how you can cheer me in a way
That others would not think of: they'd not dream
Of how you growl: "it's time for us to play
To take you from your sorrow; it would seem
That you'd do well, young lady, over lap -
This very instant." And I must concur.
I need the discipline - the hearty slap
just makes me feel quite whole again, dear sir.

It's strange the way your palm leads me to beg
For harsher chastisement from time to time:
The belt, the flogger or light canes all egg
Me on to flagellistic highs, where I feel fine
To go the extra mile, as you arrange
The discipline that others might find strange.