Dinner over I knelt at her feet
Carefully I washed each toe and
Layered cream on the heel, before kissing
The soft underbelly of skin that curved in the arch.
At her command I rose and fetched the switch.
Then back on my knees and down on my palms.
I looked back and upwards into her eyes as the birch
Soared in a high arc and drifted into my bottom.
The strokes were slow and the pain spread in a slow pool
Across the bare cheeks and down my thighs.
The pleasure rushed up through my waist and chest and shoulders
Into my head where it sat like a soft white cloud of mist.
For too short a time she flailed and swung, flailed and swung.
I dipped my head in obedience and she read my signal.
Her toes that I had so lovingly caressed were at my lips and
The birch took a new direction between my cheeks.