Over Your Leathered Knee

Tonight it's back to the basics, kinky simplicity  
A good old fashioned, though well deserved spanking  
 
You see, i've been so very, very naughty, on purpose  
In order to win Your most evil attention, once again  
 
My only restraints, leather bondage mittens, locked behind me  
Chained up to my collar, hands out of the way, helpless  
 
Finishing my bad little girl image, my braided pigtails  
Giving me an adorable cuteness that brings out Your worst  
 
But You, my love, You are so dressed the wicked prince  
Black leather pants, Jack boots, white silken shirt, chest hairs spilling out  
 
Disobeying, i peak at you longingly out from under my freshly cut bangs  
Studying the chiseled face of the Man who loves me, gets me, owns me  
 
Finally, finally you look up from your book, finish your perusing  
Another reread of "The Misfortunes of Virtue" by our favorite Marquis, in the original French text  
 
Then in a flash it is time, candles lit, antique wooden stool positioned  
A bottle of scented oil, Cubano cigars, Your glass of Cognac XO at the ready  
 
The last touch is always the most ecelectic, the gentle sound of Enya  
Soft, beautiful music as the soundtrack to Your cruelest affection  
 
As You take Your seat, i straighten up, at kneeled attention  
Your warm hand cradles my chin, lifting my head up, permission to gaze into the blueness of Your eyes, a brief smile  
 
From now on it will be all business, disciplined silence  
With You only giving directions, instructions, and me responding in whimpers and moans  
 
On command, i rise and resposition, over Your knee  
Feeling Your cool leather on my warm, anticipating skin  
 
With my head down and foward, i feel my blood flow, aliveness  
Hearing the pound of my thunderous, anxious heart, longing to begin  
 
A snap of the bottle top, the splash of oil, Your hands rubbing together  
The soft scent of jasmine wafting down, filling my nostrils, soothing, lusty dew weeps onto my petals  
 
Before You begin there is deliberate hesitation, i feel Your eyes wander, drink in my intoxicating submissiveness  
Looking over my naked helplessness, surveying each square inch, smiling with approval  
 
As the warm oil is defly applied, a shiver runs up and down my spine  
Sensual electricity that also flows to my nipples and my tingling pink rosebud, silly embarassment  
 
Strong but tender fingers knead and caress, loosening, arousing  
Preparing me for the ordeal, the cavalcade that awaits me  
 
Caught up the sensations, a prisoner to my own perverse desires  
Wiggling, i writhe on your lap, struggling to free my bonds, hold You in my arms  
 
Then i feel it, the crescendo of first swat, loud and unmistable  
Striking hard and stinging at the center of my right butt cheek  
 
Instantly, i remember my place, regain my composure, for now  
Focusing on my breathing, relaxing my tensed muscles, closing my watering eyes