Smaller derrieres

Where? Oh Where
Is the lovely underwear
You've replaced it with string
And I'm getting draughty there!

The smaller derriere
May seem nicer unclad,
But You'd better spank me harder
So it's warmed up...

Being bad...
This girl's used to being told
To lose all lovely cover
And to lie right across a lap
And to stop causing bother...

Even so, pets do like stuff :
The silky, lacy feel
That i supply
When Sirs espy
A bum's "pantied" appeal...

*moustique*
Sometimes - it's like unwrapping a gift. :)
 
Tight, toned tushes turn them on :
The Mistress and the Master
Seem to share a view that's one
That's a disaster
For all the plans I have today,
And tomorrow too,
But(t) once I'm spanked and whipped,
The way
They use me
Has to do
Such wonders for my servitude;
And their rapturous faces,
Since I'm more toned, when I am nude
And tighter when my taste is
Suited to both Dom and Domme :
I'm so glad I turn them both on!

*moustique*
Contemplating an imagined bottom, unmarked (yet) ... considering the possibilities
 
Where? Oh Where
Is the lovely underwear
You've replaced it with string
And I'm getting draughty there!

The smaller derriere
May seem nicer unclad,
But You'd better spank me harder
So it's warmed up...

Being bad...
This girl's used to being told
To lose all lovely cover
And to lie right across a lap
And to stop causing bother...

Even so, pets do like stuff :
The silky, lacy feel
That i supply
When Sirs espy
A bum's "pantied" appeal...

*moustique*
Nice view and butt
 
Great minds think alike (as I sip my afternoon tea)
Although the derriere over my knee would rather be bare than in the image
There's little point to paddling a thickly padded bottom
Sir;s central point in paddling
Is growth - Sir's rather large;
My Daddy-Sir's digesting
Not just tea, for he's in charge
Of all the tea-time fare ;
He's determined I'm included,
And Daddy's bound to dare
To feast on me, denuded :
He's hungry for the fleshly taste
Of all that's on display :
He'll satisfy his Daddy point
And fill me with its sway,
Until he finds that he's content
And ready for more tea,
Having filled his little pet,
And groaned as cum splashed free...

*moustique*
 
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Sir;s central point in paddling
Is growth - Sir's rather large;
My Daddy-Sir's digesting
Not just tea, for he's in charge
Of all the tea-time fare ;
He's determined I'm included,
And Daddy's bound to dare
To feast on me, denuded :
He's hungry for the fleshly taste
Of all that's on display :
He'll satisfy his Daddy point
And fill me with its sway,
Until he finds that he's content
And ready for more tea,
Having filled his little pet,
And groaned as cum splashed free...

*moustique*
Indeed, tea cookies never appealed - but that would not be Sir's hunger. They do not "satisfy". Not when there are much more appetizing fleshly delights at his disposal, for his use.

You generate quite an image, poetess. :) Your imagination always delights.
 
He opened his eyes and he found
Three girls together - to pound ?...
Would they holler ?
'Til he found green dollar
To stop all the complaints and frowns ?

*moustique*

my honeys don't you pout
don't you frown
for this trusty lout
has enough to go around
 
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