There’s a guy I know who blushes bright red,
But not from the sun, it’s from what’s been said.
“Bend over,” she orders, with a grin so sly,
And he’s reaching for pillows without asking why.

She pats her lap, he knows the drill,
Pants to the ankles, heart racing still.
The first smack lands with a perfect pop,
He gasps, she grins, and she doesn’t stop.

He squirms a bit, she grabs him tight,
“Be still, my pet, we’ve got all night.”
His cheeks get warmer with every smack,
And she laughs at the marks she’s leaving back.

By the time she’s done he’s dizzy with bliss,
She pulls him close for a teasing kiss.
He loves her power, her playful might,
And he’ll be back over her lap tonight.