A Beaten Breast

A Beaten Breast

The bite of the whip
Takes your breath away
Searing, burning sore
Unbearable on your back
Yet it must be borne
And borne and reborne
As each lash envelops you in unbelievable smart.

You gasp, you writhe, you shudder, you sing
A psalm to sting
An aria to ache
Mercy mistress, you cry
But the wraparound rewraps
Lower this time
On even more tender thigh.

Aiiiieeee the whip!
The agony! The hurt!
You pray for your whipper’s foot
Not to rise from the dirt
A harbinger of doom
And of yet more pain
Again and again.

You cry, you sigh, you scream, you beg
You bless your whipper’s shapely leg
For at last coming to rest
As she surveys her work
On your back and your chest
Whilst you slump in your bonds
With a beaten breast. 


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