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naughty for You Prose piece about his needs, wants for Mistress and the redemption only She can deliver... I am Your naughty boy
cookie-jar-caught, chocolate-smeared-handed,
failed-assignment completion, innocence
at my desk, spit-ball-armed and ready, foot-
stomping daring . .. .
to get Your wanted attention . . .
I am Your testing child, searching for boundaries,
buttons, lines, dare crossing …. this urgent
need for You NOW.
I am Your fresh bathed submissive,
soap against my skin, fresh shaved and match
head striking, my skin igniting naughty flames,
waiting tummy-down, Your bedtop, barely
tank top covered now . . .
You are my Fantasy .. . . my Teacher, scolding .. .
firm handed, over Your knee, Your desk, a chair
my breath lost with my pants drop, eagerly
crying “please! more!” –my Governess, Nanny
holding a hairbrush, bending me over
Your bed side . . .
my Mistress who understands my needs, my wants,
each sting on my waiting ass, so nicely pink-
to-redding, moaning, whimpering, raising higher
begging for more –loving and needing Your touch,
until I am soothed again . . ..
I am always Your naughty boy . . .
You make me good again . . . always.
© bard S. From his book Poetry of the Dommed. You may also find bard at MySpace.
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