She spent evenings tied up or chained,
Being fucked, often whipped, sometimes caned,
At the whim of her master…
“Oh God! Fuck me faster!”
She’d mutter, teeth gritted, restrained.
Tag: whipped
Forget-me_knots
So, he’s tied her up… plenty of knots…
And she’s liked it… In fact she came lots…
Whipped her arse black and blue,
Fucked her good… anal too…
When he’s done, slimy prick, off he trots!
At His Majesty’s pleasure
“At Your Majesty’s pleasure!” she quipped,
Naked, grinning, big tits and broad hipped…
“To be used or abused…”
He looked mildly confused…
“Fucked or buggered… or strung up and whipped!”
Wish list
There’s a thing that I crave, she explained…
To be naked and helpless, restrained…
You can fuck me, of course,
But with cruelty, force…
But I need to be whipped too. Or caned.
Cooling off
She thought “God! A girl must be insane!”
He was saying, “There will be some pain…
You’ll be whipped. I may spank you…”
She’d stripped, but said “Thank you…
But no… I believe I’ll abstain.”
Game
She’d been strung up, whipped, tickled and caned,
Fucked and buggered, left totally drained…
All, of course, just a game,
But the way that she came
Was decidedly not the least feigned!
A sting in the tail
She thought “Golly! I’ve been a bit rash!
Who’d have ever imagined he’d thrash
My poor bottom like this?”
As again came the hiss
And the sting of the kiss of the lash!
Populist politics
“To the whipping post! Let her be scourged!
Flog the blasphemous bitch!” the crowd urged.
Sentenced, publicly stripped,
Satisfyingly whipped…
She had very nice tits, it emerged.
Twisted sisters
‘Neath the convent’s impressive exterior,
Strange things occurred, ever eerier;
Novices stripped,
Fondled, diddled, or whipped,
At the whim of the Mother Superior!
Candlelight
The soiree became rather debauched…
Wenches whipped, raped, their pubic hair torched!
The old Marquis de Sade
And his friends partied hard…
Poor whores, underpaid, played with and scorched!