I’m told that I have misbehaved.
I talked back and must be punished.
Since Mistress knows I am not brave,
She is promising me one wish.

So now it seems I get to choose,
Cane, paddle, whip, switch, strap or crop.
I see that Mistress is amused,
All I can think is “thanks a lot.”

So now I’ve welts across my rear,
My back, my thighs even my soles,
It seems my choice has cost me dear,
I’ll never more forget our roles.

I cannot sit so I must stand;
From now on I just say “Yes, Ma’am.”