A Message to Sir

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Lady Viking, Your arse to bare, so you will implore Don’t spank until it’s red hot sore On deaf ears your cries will fall For no mercy will your cries so call Smile you may but if I am correct There will be howls of pain when my hand connects To your delicate arse so white in bed Delicious it will be to see it red And when its done and you are castigated And my justice done and truly sated With a look so meek you will be sneaky As you plot the time you will next be cheeky Ed xo

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Get a room you 2...lollolol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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  Frankiesgame

  17 years ago

  and can i watch??

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Cheeky my Sir? It is so true I plot and I scheme to get a rise out of you A look I know is sometimes enough Or a misplaced smile, and your discipline rough Stiff and sore you will leave me most certainly often Bruised and satisfied, yes, but your words they do soften The pain of welts, laid on quite hard Body hurting indeed, but would never be scarred Punishment swift, that look on your face Coldness within, I’ve challenged your place But would I change it, not in this life or next Your humour is tried and power is flex’d But afterward then, with tears barely dried Lotion it soothes, and a sweet loving smile Care always given, and gently you hold My heart in your hands, shining, soft and pure gold. Lady Viking xo

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  They can come to my room and play anytime... lol

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Baded and bitch at their games again, this is real, nothing here is feign, to even observe such passion, no matter which fashion, a piviledge and honour, not disdain.

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Cheeky my Sir? It is so true I plot and I scheme to get a rise out of you A look I know is sometimes enough Or a misplaced smile, and your discipline rough Stiff and sore you will leave me most certainly often Bruised and satisfied, yes, but your words they do soften The pain of welts, laid on quite hard Body hurting indeed, but would never be scarred Punishment swift, that look on your face Coldness within, I’ve challenged your place But would I change it, not in this life or next Your humour is tried and power is flex’d But afterward then, with tears barely dried Lotion it soothes, and a sweet loving smile Care always given, and gently you hold My heart in your hands, shining, soft and pure gold. Lady Viking xo

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Thanks again RHP for making me look like a twit.. oh well... some would agree VB

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  RHP User

  17 years ago

  Roses are red violets are blue, Your lips are that colour, and so is your sweet arse too. Now there's a good excuse for kissing arse. Knowing my luck that's not going to happen. These days I would be in my element just to witness a naked one. Meanwhile I'll just sit here and mull over the prospects.

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