today I pushed and pushed, I was a brat
a total little horror show
just the way I know to get on Sir's last nerve...
his patience is wearing thinner and thinner
and my thighs slicken with the look on his face
I know what's coming next...
punishment isn't punishment
when you enjoy it
I'd call it funishment... wouldn't you?
I love it when I purposely act up
as he grabs my throat, bends me over
then tells me to shut it...
oh yes Sir, please...
punish me... funish me... I beg of you... please
my flesh seeks your torturous touch...
spank with hand, crop or belt
Sir, please give me what I pursue
I've tortured you now you torture me too...
sub-space is where I aspire to be
send my body further through the pain
containing pleasures treasures...
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2022 03:20
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Comments2
Now Kitty - not more pain! heehee.
She hardly sees it as punishment. lol.
I wondered why I could not find one of me slippers the other day!
Ask Fido kitty don't like slippers 🤣🤣
So it was Fido had me slipper. lol.
With words like your katie I do hope that you will return from subspace to write more.
Andy
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