The old hag had her ways
And I was not new to this game
Yet every dog will have her day
Lost in my shame, it finally came
I was crying over spilled milk
She came fast and heavy with the lash
The joy found was pure like silk
Now love came only in the clash
A new sensation found in the belt
Trouble and I loomed in every corner
Waiting for punishment and the love I felt
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