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I see you here – are you alone? Perhaps you’re lost, by storms being blown? Do you need a certain hand To guide you back to safe, dry land? Do you need a man who’s true, Who’ll hold you close when you are blue And yet whose word you will obey And gladly pleasure him this way. And if it happened by mistake You disrespected or did make Him think it right that you should learn A painful lesson that would turn Your misdemeanour wilful ways Into behaviour fit for praise Then you would sweetly, gladly thank This Master, who would surely spank Your naked bottom, while you’d be Put like a child across his knee. Am I the man to crack the whip? To have you kneel and make you strip? That rush of power would drive me wild And you’d never know that a man so mild And gentle and so tender Could also wish to change agenda And want only to dominate And with his summons seal your fate And with his hardness make you moan In ecstasy as you lie prone, Stripped and used as if his toy - You’d never know! And what sweet joy!
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