I am waiting for my father to come:
   Memories from the past. Fear and resignation flow through my mind.
   Dad said to me ‘***** and wait for me in your room. You earned it, son.’
   My vain begging for forgiveness, my tears, my yells. I lie on the bed.
   Dad’s belt burns my bare buttocks, my thighs, my hips, one by one.

I am waiting for my boyfriend to come:
   I will suffer and I will rejoice. ‘***** and wait for me naked,’ he joked.
   ‘Naked without fail, buddy.’ So he told me and I did it just so on the fly.
   My friend’s belt will make fireworks to light up the sky. Our foreplay.
   The border between punishment and reward I barely could descry.

Codrin Codrin
46-50, M
2 Responses Aug 22, 2014

i would use my belt on your bottom any time.

Interesting development. I'd never thought of it quite like that before. Nice curves, just right for the belt.