Under My Spanking Hand

You squirm in the warmth
Of the reddening sting.
You twitch and tremble
Under my spanking hand,
While I, with practiced hands,
Hold you down,
Hold you steady.

The swoop and smack
Come swift and firm
As the burn seeps deep
into your reddening cheeks

Under rosy flesh
Muscle and sinew throb
Then loosen,
You relax and slowly
Turn to steaming liquid.

You wiggle, twist and writhe,
Knowing that disobedience
Will bring a thunderstorm
Of shuddering slaps.

You jerk and twitch,
Roll and quiver on
My rigid lap.
Your glowing
Cheeks beseech me
To tenderly caress
Their rising heat,
And test your
Soaking need.

You grow calm
As you grow moist,
Then wet, then drool.
A flush fills your
Face, your eyes
Glaze and sparkle
With stinging
Fulfillment.

My knowing hands,
Practiced and wise,
Caress and soothe
Then tease and toy.
Your mouth pouts,
Your eyes grow
Pained then tear.
Not from being spanked
But from my withholding of your
Stinging ecstasy.

Your mouth begs
For my hands to take you
And free you with
Their healing hurt,
To discipline you
Till your inner core
Gushes and your
Spirit trembles with
Release.