My sub has earned a spanking.
She kneels down on the bed.
Her arms stretched out before her,
As she lays her pretty head.
Her shining eyes are sparkling,
As she licks her cherry lips,
And lifts her perfect backside,
With a wiggle of her hips.

I stand behind her patiently.
To rush would be a crime.
For most effect punishments,
I like to take my time.
I reach out slow, and gently brush,
My hand across her skin,
And build anticipation,
For the spanking to begin.

I raise my right hand slowly,
And then bring it down with pace.
I glance and see the grimace,
Written clear upon her face.
I lift my hand once more,
And see the redness start to bloom.
As the sound of my first impact,
Loudly bounces round the room.

A second then soon follows.
So to make her red cheeks match.
And then a third so quickly,
That her breath she fails to catch.
Another, then another, land.
It makes her gasp out loud.
She's such a good submissive,
And she makes her Sir so proud.

I pause for just a second then.
My play bag open wide.
I know just what is called for now,
And reach down deep inside.
And out then comes a favourite toy,
A hair brush made of wood,
So simple yet effective
And the sound is oh so good.

She bites her lip and braces.
Her heart rate's on the rise.
As the sound of that first impact,
Mingles with her gentle cries.
The wooden brush lands firmly.
Such a satisfying sound.
As I let it rest a little,
And rotate it slowly round.

Her risen bottom glowing now.
It makes me smile to see,
Her pretty pouting pussy lips,
With juices running free.
Her sweet eyes start to water,
As I pound that risen rear.
And the devil that's inside me,
Thinks, let's step it up a gear.

I let the brush fall on the bed.
I stroke her warm backside.
My hand moves to the middle,
And one finger slips inside.
I feel the warmth and wetness,
As I hear her gentle gasp.
My free hand reaches for my belt,
And deftly frees the clasp.

I draw the belt out slowly.
Then I fold it neatly in two.
I take a firm and solid grip,
As every Dom should do.
My sub knows what is coming.
She arches up her back.
As the leather strikes the first time,
With a satisfying crack.

A thick stripe slowly rises,
Right across her reddened ass.
And I draw the leather back,
As I prepare another pass.
A full swing, then a sharp retort,
And there's a little cry.
My sweet Sub looking up at me,
As tears form in her eye.

I look down at my handy work.
Her bottom red and raw.
I know my Sub is beaten,
And she can't take any more.
I edge down there beside her.
Draw her into my embrace.
I stroke her hair and kiss,
The running tears from her sweet face.