She had fallen

victim to one touch

too many

when the relentless

cascade of pleasure

hit

Pushing her

into oblivion

She wanted to dance

so close to the edge

for me

It was the ache

in her Pearl

that led to this point

She is now

Naked

Contrite

as she lays across

My desk

Her perfectly

formed cheeks

awaiting my

ministrations

Tiny droplets

of perspiration

forming as she

waits for her

punishment

My barrage

of spanks

that will

chasten and curb

her errant

and greedy fingers

The necessary

photograph

so that

she can

recall

the heady mix

of pleasure and pain

I know

her tears will fall

driven more

by the pain

In her heart

than those

caused by

what will

become her

perfect

red cheeks