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Hillocks
The snapping bite of leather on
two hillocks innocent and gay
left bare upon the bed.
The muscles trembling,
and clenching tight!
A whistle in the air.
So sensitive to movements of
the particles between the leather strop
and both expectant mounds.
‘You’re mine, you slut…’
A gripping of the harlot’s hair,
an arching of their back.
two hillocks innocent and gay
left bare upon the bed.
The muscles trembling,
and clenching tight!
A whistle in the air.
So sensitive to movements of
the particles between the leather strop
and both expectant mounds.
‘You’re mine, you slut…’
A gripping of the harlot’s hair,
an arching of their back.
Published 12th Jul 2023
Author's Note
Wanted to write a saucy poem about spanking after reading one by Betty, to whom I owe my inspiration here.
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13th Jul 2023 1:49am
OMG, I'm blushing... like your ass!
This was a good smolder. There was the right amount of grit in it, the perfect amount of heat. I really enjoyed the eroticism, and the way you dove into it. Great work, you beautiful-lovely. Great fucking work.
