by Peter Loaf
My fury restrained, my bottom caned
For sins condemned, on horse detained
Waist cinch and lashing
My chips I’m cashing
Ass up and waiting, the lumber stained
Caning horse holding, I’m tightly strapped
The Master’s orders, my fanny slapped
Hands stretching away
A butt up display
Waiting I wiggle, completely trapped
Face in a hollow, strap on my neck
I can see nothing, held in tight check
My ears still working
My captors lurking
Tickle touch clitty, closely inspect
Hot hands and greasy, my body oiled
My skin soon burning, being broiled
Footsies exposed
And rubber hosed
Pepper sauce rubbing, reserve foiled
I hear a whistle, the nearest miss
A gentle tapping, the barest kiss
My freedom needed
My womb unseeded
My swollen pussy, She’s loving this
Evil twin sister, hiding inside
Horny dare devil, along for the ride
My Master is pissed
The top of His list
Whipping horse gripping, the hose applied
A distant screaming, seems far away
My bottom flaming, I cannot stray
And floating above
On the wings of a dove
I watch myself coming, She’s on display
From hoses to bippies, tenderized meat
Three men keep busy, my body to beat
Unconscious falling
Sister’s faint calling
Still on the horsey, a carnal treat
His cock is stretching, my pea-coat sleeve
His slave he’s serving, no need to grieve
My bottom aflame
My spirit untamed
Use me my Master, magic achieve
A sudden crashing, screams of alarm
Phallus withdrawing, Master’s short arm
Suddenly silence
An end of violence
Hand on my bottom, new Master’s charm
The Ninja warriors, class warfare greats
The shoguns trembled, their changing fates
Never relaxing
Life becomes taxing
Owning great wealth, their death awaits
