I have her where I want her, or does she yet have me?

She’s stretched across my lap with a bare bottom I can see.

I love the feel of spanking her, I really need no reason,

A punishment, a funishment, it’s always Spanking Season!

These are not gentle love taps, No, she will cry ‘ere long,

Her gentle tears, her whimpering sobs are all my favorite song.

My sweet submissive loves me and loves the stoning swat,

I do not need to check her now to know she’s wet and hot.

I give her a good spanking, she gives to me herself,

A hand, a paddle, or a belt, to bruises or a welt.

Make no mistake, I’ll take her hard until she screams my name,

I’ve found vanilla love affairs are really not the same.

I am a Demon, needing flesh and feast upon a soul,

She is my willing, quivering Saint to defile every hole.

A symbiotic cycle that fills in both our needs,

A Give and Take we both enjoy with very wicked deeds.

Master Grey 2/1/25