I found where my limits lie tonight
My current limits, I’d assume;
After training to crawl
Progressing slowly to my room.
After the crop danced across my ass
To become a stinging symphony of strokes;
Followed by your one-handed applause,
Chafing my cheeks, groans evoked.
The desire for the soft touch of suede
Soon transformed to a throbbing flay;
Moving to my unsullied back
Woven welts winding their way.
I found where my limits lie tonight.
Beseeching Sir, crop in hand,
Begging, crying, Please not my breasts
My limits lie within his hands.