Lullaby

Bound and gagged, and all for me.
That's where you belong, you see.
You'll spend your life beneath my heel.
You will not think, you'll only feel
The cane upon your welted flesh.
Whist savage blows make lines afresh.

Tears stream down your pretty face.
Makeup running. Out of place.
You struggle, but you can't get free.
You've earned this pain, you must agree,
You made your bed. Now you must lie.
As screams become your lullaby.

Your cries grow hoarse, your struggles slow.
But we aren't finished yet, you know.
There's still a lesson left to learn.
And still some punishment to earn.
So grit your teeth and take your due.
I'll tell you when I'm done with you.

Soon every fight will leave your frame.
You'll whimper softly at my name.
Exhausted, trembling, red and raw.
Not quite the girl you were before.
And only then I'll set you free.
And gather you back up to me.

And when I'm done, girl, we shall lay.
Upon the bed whilst I replay,
The fun we've had by tracing lightly.
The angry lines, and pinching slightly.
You did so well, you took it all.
A lesson that you'll oft recall.

I promise, darling, you'll be fine.
It's over now, until
next time.