Baby girl,
You will not test
Yourself as hard
As I will
This is not a bedroom
But a classroom
Laid out
Supine in surrender
The limits you are aware
Of and require
A firm, strong
Direction
Safe word warm in
The pocket of your heart
The creak of leather,
Percussive rattle
Of belt buckle.
Warm breath at your ear,
Take
It
Like
A
Good
Girl
Daddy knows how
To make it hurt good
Nerves pinging
Flesh notification
Of my authority,
The alchemical
Dichotomies of
Pain
Pleasure
Where even your pleas
Do not stay
My hand
How far will you
Dive into the ocean
Of yourself
Skin mottled
In regal shades
Stripes on soft skin,
Your tears shed
As acts of liberation
In soft domestic afterword,
You will recall
These lessons,
The breaking point,
Found and surpassed,
Celebrated as you
Weep with release,
Against me,
Having passed into
New skin,
Caressed and held
Made gentle
This is where
You belong,
Returning to such
Peaks of electric
Revelation
As you go about
Your day,
Daddy is never far,
Not when you
Bear my
Lessons on
Your
Skin.
