I know the secret
I know why spanking thrills you so
I can feel it thrum against my fingertips
When I put you across my knee
And grip your flailing hand behind your back
I feel the echoes of your racing heart
Pulsing as I hold your wrist
Kicking feet primed to fight or flight
Liquid fire surging through your veins
Until you pant in ragged gasps
Yet, you could be in the bath right now
Soaking in a cosy foamy dream
In some soft focus cartoon of femininity
But I know how your body really works
There’s a time for nice, and a time for pain
A delicious throbbing kind of sore
Where each smack adds more powder to the keg
And polishes your lips to a glistening sheen
A disciplinarian understands the rush’s power
A naughty girl is made to wait for what she deserves
Marinating in the hormone of shame and dread
Anxiously maturing like the finest wine
Already imagining the first whacks across your bum
A thundering heart making your whole body glow
Until, at last, I pull your panties down
To reveal your shimmering silver flow
A hot palm rests
Upon your quivering cheeks
I know your secret
How spanking really turns you on
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