Bdsm With a Pinch of Salt

Leather, rubber, PVC Synched waists, stiletto heels Chicken cutlets shoved in bras Body stocking, pantyhose Sitting around, TV on Laptops open Googling... Waiting For a sleaze bag To book a session Half hour, maybe more Fingers crossed The bell rings Door’s buzzed open Short, fat, ugly, hairy, thing You would think he was Brad Pit The hussy's hover like flies His cash burns a hole ‘I want to talk to her… And her’ All of them Yes Girls ‘I’d love that, Sir!’ ‘Are you a bad girl?’ ‘Oh yes, Sir, absolutely!’ Slim blond, flavor of the month Big breast, slim waist, round bum All boxes ticked He gets a rush Deal struck Half an hour Over the knee No wood He pays in cash Then leads the way Into a mock school room CLICK, doors secure Hands tied behind back Ankles roped together Thrown over his lap Punishment begins He slaps with much gusto Dying to see crimson, Speckles and welts And sweet cherry tears ‘You’ve been a very bad girl, You need be punished’ He whacks her with a paddle She sees bolts of lightning ‘Please, Sir, I don’t…’ ‘You do as I say!’ He beat her much harder “Please, Sir!’ ‘Can you have another? Sure, that’s what I’m here for’ ‘It’s not what I agreed to’ ‘Well that’s just tough ****.’ ‘Now be a smart girl And listen very carefully Do exactly as I tell you And you’ll be okay ‘Open up…wider Pop this gag in your mouth Bite down it will help See how I care?’ She knows not to argue Struggle equals pain With the ease of a stealth bomber Her mind exits backstage He has a jolly old time Bombs over Bagdad An onslaught of slaps Wood, hand and yardstick The intercom buzzes ‘Sir, your 30 is up’ ‘Thank you, I’m finished’ He works to untie her ‘Here’s a tip, for your markings’ She smiles and says thank you Truth be told She has a penchant for pain Back in the waiting room She sits on the sofa The fire from her backside Warms up her soul She opens Facebook Updating her status: “Interesting day @ the dungeon, I really heart my job!”