A Poem - "The Belt"
The mark of my correction,
You wear upon your waist.
I hear the belt unbuckle,
My punishment to taste.
You tell me very sternly,
To "come toward with haste".
So now I'll feel the licking sting,
Of stripes, which you will paste.
C
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The belt hurts my bottom so bad, but it brings me to total submission
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