She could feel her heart thumping and skipping,
Her fanny so moist, it was dripping;
Stripped, tied to a post,
She was frightened, but most,
Just turned on by the thought of a whipping.
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She could feel her heart thumping and skipping,
Her fanny so moist, it was dripping;
Stripped, tied to a post,
She was frightened, but most,
Just turned on by the thought of a whipping.