Punishment: Free Form Poetry

For each day she’s too busy to message him,

She dresses down,

Lays on her stomach,

Strikes herself with the paddle

They chose together.

She falls asleep,

The paddle still in hand,

Resting by her side.

Flesh marked raw

Pain singing

Stinging

Across her claimed ass

It’s been five days since.

And she hopes

Time will find her

So her body can heal again.

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