I am going to spank you
Your bottom needs to be bare
Your whole body needs to be bare
As bare as my hand when I spank you
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
The sting of my palm on your skin
Leaves a mark, a reminder
Of your submission, your surrender
To the pleasure and pain intertwined
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
The redness blooms on your flesh
A testament to our primal dance
Of dominance and submission
Your vulnerability laid bare
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
You tremble with each strike
Yet your body craves more
More of the sweet release
Found in the sharp sting of my hand
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
As the heat radiates from your skin
And the red fades to pink
I hold you close, soothing
The ache I’ve awakened in you
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
In this intimate exchange of power
We find liberation, connection
Through the raw, unspoken language
Of skin meeting skin, desire igniting
The echo of your cries fills the empty air
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