Who do I trust and who trusts me
In this ever changing world
I lay my heart onto the floor
And tell you what I need to explore
As I place, in you, my trust

I long for that touch
So intimate and wild
My sad face stares right back
from the mirror deep inside my mind
Anticipation as I wait, and I wait

I often find that pleasure and pain
Are intricately linked, within my brain
I relish this thought of what you do
A hesitant smile, as I give to you
The whole of my body and soul

You understand just what I need
The cane in your hand, just a tool
I need you to take me, understand
With firmness of hand I may squeal
My mind interprets this as pleasure

And then it finally happens
The burning sensation spreads
From that sound of the crack upon my bum
I recoil with pain, it makes me shudder
All lost when it all combines

I feel the heat spread through my rear
I shake, I shiver, my lips quiver
I gasp out loud at the strike
And I briefly wonder whether marks will linger
But I remain for yet another

No words are uttered, no need for them
Only ten of the best is what I get
No sorry, no regret, no never again
While the cane lies broken in pieces
I pick myself up and I smile.

It's not the end, it's just the start
I needed to give you my body
As I bend once more, hands on knees
I wait for heat of your urgent release
Punishment or pleasure, it's the same to me

Who do I trust and who trusts me
In this ever changing world
My mind is open 
The book is read
Every word, interpreted, correct.