by Peter Loaf
The English treasure, Jamaican trade
The Don comes grinning, paddle in hand
Her bottom blushing, her sex exposed
The paddle striking, screaming in pain
Screaming defiance, under his lash
Hardbound and hopeless, under duress
Bottoms up bondage, sexy and wide .
The Spanish frigate, the harbor raid
Governor’s mistress
In helpless distress
Hardbound and naked, bottom displayed
The captive crying, sobbing demand
His fingers fiddle
Dribbling piddle
Upended beauty, her downfall planned
Her pussy swollen, opening rose
His fingers rubbing
Labia chubbing
Clitty tip diamond, she cannot close
Her bottom blazing, the ropes in strain
Her passion prizing
Her passion rising
The buried treasure, she will explain
Her pussy dripping, her crimson gash
His fingers finding
Her business minding
Clitty pinch tugging, the paddle’s slash
Pain/passion fever, screaming confess
The treasure hidden
The village midden
The troops dispatching, the Don undressed
His organ dripping, ready to ride
Kneeling astraddle
Smacking his paddle
Deep thrusting organ, sliding inside
