Penology

You are not so much bad as
misguided
He said.

He assured her, his instruction would be measured,
not excessive.

Her exposed skin, china white
a single handprint, crimson.

After the impact,
her breath, in bursts,
then slower.

I'll be better,
She said.

_{Silently, he hoped not.}

String of pearls, silken twine,
Lust burns beneath my porcelain flesh.
Anticipation courses through me, fresh;
He's silent as I make him mine.
Rough, I ordered he undress,
Heart thundering as he complied.
His body begged a harsh caress
That I was happy to provide.

Face-down on sheets of fiery red,
Alone upon his sleepless bed.
Wrists and ankles, satin-bound,
Instructed not to make a sound.
He relishes his divine hell
And serves his mistress very well.

Pe*nol"o*gy (?), n. [Gr. &?;, or L. poena, punishment + -logy.]

The science or art of punishment. [Written also pœnology.]

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Pœ*nol"o*gy (pE*nol"O*j&ybreve;), n.

See Penology.

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