She didn’t love being scolded Or even the notion of being disappointing But her mouth often had a mind of its own Which brings us to this moment The sass… Stayed in her pants Her brusquely exposed derrière Laid down furtively over Sirs lap She struggled to reconcile things Feeling him fully dressed against her skin And his incredibly warm strong hands Pressing and caressing her Each breath catching in her throat Arousal deepening with his cologne on her The way he controlled her was humbling Unspeakably erotic and corrective She was reduced to a little girl Arms and legs writhing With every cathartic blow Spanked into a state of focus Eradicating all doubt of her place And all traces of bratty disgrace She needed this Him This bliss from within him He could disarm her without harming her And the flood of treacle from her loins He made her taste right off his fingers He worked his way into her mind Centering and possessing her Before he was inside her sex She always forgot her crises When he brought order to her chaos Dispensing his brand of discipline Over his well dressed lap She melted into him With every ensuing butt slap