It is true I have been trained,
by Masters, men and more
To take the sternest thrashing
that my pert butt can endure
but it also can be said
that whilst I love a sturdy hand
it need not be the belt or cane
though brash and harsh and grand.
It is true I have incited
wildest strokes that made me cry
whilst I was, in fact, delighted
twas the kurt brush of my thigh
and I could take a lighter thrashing
and still evoke the deepest glee
’twas dear Daddys sweetest tongue lashing
made a lover out of me.
The moral of the story is
you cannot judge me blind
On what you read upon my blog
of all the tales of my behind
For if I wrote up all the stories
of the times where OTK
Led to gushing hot victories
I would be online all day!