Remaining tale of last Saturday night

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.