Lying there buck naked, as she probed my prostate.
When I looked towards her, I was self-deprecating.
To all intents and purposes, she was my lover and
I was in agreeance with her plan.
But, when she walked over to her chest of drawers,
I knew deep down, I would take my just deserts.
The swish of the cane, I knew she would elicit a response,
She was determined to nip in the bud, my errant behaviour.
Whilst it was nerve-wracking for me!
She had a sixth sense when it came to my need for punishment,
She would take it for granted that she was right.
So there I was, my whirlwind romance,
And the swish of a cane, at the hands of my Primadonna.
