And Some Like Life

Hands have no ducts to bleed, so Sir commends        
My eyes should feel his strictness mark each cheek;        
When I am disciplined, Sir so depends      
On me to let those tears flow. We'll not speak:        
Emotions build.      
        
When this girl's bared, across a knee or lap,      
Life freezes in unstated where's; and when    
Is not recalled; still I accept that slap    
Must stalk the next, in collar; celibate,    
Emotions build (but) then...      
     
Then? I'll suffer gloriously - I'm sure of it.        
The guard's relaxed; I maintain sweet cheeks raised.        
Sir's palm strikes harshly;  tear ducts cause the strife        
And, with the backside braised (cane-cuts: knife-like),    
Emotions build: then some like life...      
       
With spank after hard spank, at last I'll know,        
How curves of tears lie heavy on the breast,    
While mortal nights mean tears, Styx-like, will wend      
A way to perish - fallen drops: don't rend    
Emotions build then some, find lives, just end.