Her Whipwomanship

The whip! Oh the whip!

I'm going to be whipped!

I've angered my mistress

Causing her distress

So now my flesh shall be stripped!



The pain! Oh the pain!

I'm about to experience pain!

Stinging my skin

Racking my nerves,

From back right up to my brain!



Pity! Oh sweet pity!

I plead for her feminine pity!

And kiss the feet

Of the one who would beat,

Whilst admiring her socks, so pretty!




The lash!  Oh the lash!

I feel the first cut of the lash!

My blood runs cold

My flesh burns hot

As I suffer a gory gash!


Oh pray! Oh sweet pray!

I scream and I beg and I pray!

But the lash falls again

Engendering pain

And utter slavish dismay!


Stripes! Oh the stripes!

All is redness and stripes!

My mind is ablaze

As the weals start to raise

And the sting of the lash really bites!



Oh death! Oh sweet death!

Oh death would be better than this!

But I am in the power

At this terrible hour

Of my most belligerent Miss!


My moans! Oh my moans!

I cannot stifle my moans!

All praise to my whipper

And her cruel skin-stripper

As the pain seeps into my bones!



The whip! Oh the whip!

I'm undone by my mistress's whip!

I hang limp from the post

But first and foremost

I acknowledge her whipwomanship!



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