Sir Wields the Cane

Verse 1
He’s in a three-piece suit, sharp as steel.
Says, “Shut the door, lock it, stay still.”
I’m halfway gone just hearing his voice —
controlled, precise, like he’s done this a thousand times.

Verse 2
He says, “You know why you’re here.” I nod,
breathing slow, he fetches the rod.
My arse quivers in anticipation,
bending over the spanking station.

Chorus
Sir wields the cane — that’s the deal.
It’s not about shame — it’s about what’s real.
I take it, I hold it, I don’t look away,
every strike teaches me how to obey.

Verse 3
The first stroke lands — sharp, hot, alive.
“One, Sir,” I count, and I swell inside.
Two, three… I lose track of time,
each one pulling me closer to the line.
It’s not punishment, it’s what I crave —
riding the edge I dared to brave.

Bridge
After, he pours a drink,
and I take him in my mouth.
No words, just that groan,
while I make his manhood pulse

Outro
Sir wields the cane.
I leave that room slick with desire,
counting the echoes of every strike,
cleaner in a way I can’t explain,
hungry for it all over again