The Punishment
Through circumstances,
Not in his control,
He was inexcusably late,
Which was never his goal.
The door stood ajar,
Mistress Bryce Jones must be waiting,
He was surely in trouble,
What was She debating.
As he entered Her realm,
Embarrassed and meek,
He dropped to the floor,
Her forgiveness to seek.
She came in full view,
Standing tall and with might,
The Ultimate Mistress,
What a powerful sight.
Her dominant stance,
Made him shiver with fear,
He knew what was coming,
A punishment was near.
She stood feet apart,
With hands poised on Her hips,
With a stern wicked glare,
And those full pouty lips.
In one hand She held,
A paddle of leather,
A spanking was coming,
And not with a feather.
He cowered at Her feet,
Kissing softly but fast,
Hoping She would soften,
And Her anger would pass.
That was not to be,
Over the knee and with haste,
She had him positioned,
Without a moment to waste.
She held him in place,
He dared not resist,
He had been a bad slave,
And now She was pissed.
The punishment came fast,
Stroke after stroke,
Harder and harder,
He would be beaten and broke.
Each powerful stroke,
Caused his body to quiver,
He had to endure,
As She continued to deliver.
His bottom turned red,
And felt warm to the touch,
A feeling he had yet,
To experience that much.
When She was finished,
He dropped to the floor,
Ready to worship,
Her feet and much more.
She allowed him to thank Her,
For such a painful display,
A punishment much deserved,
For his lateness.