She had fallen
victim to one touch
too many
when the relentless
cascade of pleasure
hit
Pushing her
into oblivion
She wanted to dance
so close to the edge
for me
It was the ache
in her Pearl
that led to this point
She is now
Naked
Contrite
as she lays across
My desk
Her perfectly
formed cheeks
awaiting my
ministrations
Tiny droplets
of perspiration
forming as she
waits for her
punishment
My barrage
of spanks
that will
chasten and curb
her errant
and greedy fingers
The necessary
photograph
so that
she can
recall
the heady mix
of pleasure and pain
I know
her tears will fall
driven more
by the pain
In her heart
than those
caused by
what will
become her
perfect
red cheeks