Your wish is my command:
I will grip
my two-tailed tawse
within an inch of my gloved appendage
& your exposed up-turned posterior
& I will
control
/
suspend
\
switch
/
strap
\
bitch
/
slap
\
you into submission
& you will obey
my iron clad mind
will thrash you within
your wildest dreams whetting
only my appetite for your pleasure
& pain
those looks will not go unpunished
you want me to break down your defences?
I will break down your defences
you will not look me in the eyes
you will not touch any part of me
you will not soil in my presence
you will obey my every command
& you will cry like a baby
& beg for my forgiveness when you fail
© Copyright 2010 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
Kia Ora, Just saying Hi…..
Have a great week
Big Hugs
Lady Jude
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This one’s poems a bit naughty Jodine? I found your blog and have subscribed, I’ve a site up here now that I got the letter that spaces was going to go away.
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Whoa! Like it! Love the image too.
You should add a last line like “Is that quite clear, dearest husband?” LOL
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Foolish is he who underestimates your intent my friend.
So well written, for those who may tempt your arm and appetite beware – the mind behind the wicked gleam in the eyes is strong & true to Herself.
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Ahahahahaha! Unfortunately the link was broken…but I get your drift. I’m sure we could find a better place other than the corner… the dog box! Lol. Jx
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Had to Google tawse but after reading the definition and reading the poem I can’t help it; just imagine me saying “Whip me Mistress, make me behave!” only in Peter Lorre’s voice.
I know, I know……I’ll just be over there in the corner.
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