Remembering the smacks...

Each time that my thoughts, turn to the other night

when you blindfolded me, and Your paddle took flight

and i felt the real sting, on my bare exposed rear

well let me tell You, it's become abundantly clear

the memory of the feelings, both inside and out

makes blood rush to my cock, of that there's no doubt...

It gets me all hard...and makes me hope and pray

that You'll tie my ass up, and do again it each day

make my ass feel the burn, and my ears hear the smack

You proved the other night, You sure have the knack

and the power within You, flowing within Your veins

the situation You controlled, You took hold of the reins

Feeling your fingers explore, oh that was so nice

a good way to start out, it added some spice

and then using the butt plug, that was good too

caused me to leak some, on the sheets out of view

then fucking me with the dildo, that took the cake

it caused quite the puddle, maybe even a lake

And then to be surprised, with that first hard slap

and to feel the sting that came, with the second whap!

it was heaven on earth...and a dream come true

i kept praying for more, and the paddle it flew

for another two smacks, harder the the first

and i longed to feel more, to satisfy my thirst...

The scars left behind, well there aren't any

and i hope for more...not just a few, but many

more nights just like this, and feeling that burn

ratchet up the heat, and taking one more turn

blindfolded and tied, in the dark and unaware

unable to see or move, as my two cheeks do flare...

Thanks for the memory