A Celebration of My cheeky lil angel's Birthday

Across My lap so still you lay.
Your buttocks to Me laid bare.
Awaiting My pleasure, My lil one.
The touch of My hand soon to be there.


Trembling as you lay across My knees.
Gentle caresses come from My hand.
Leather clad torment for you My subbie.
Then your cry as the first spanks land.


The warm breath from your moans
Burn hot on My denim clad thigh
Soft My whispers calm you My precious
'Slowly, My baby, no rushing the high'


Fingers probing, still I tease you
Pushing your need to give and please.
The leather slaps start up once again
Pleasure and pain, sweeter over My knees.


The rythmic conection between us
My hand its mark burns red on your ass cheek
Always I feed your hunger, My sweet angel
To free your darkest desires is all I seek


A birthday I alone can give to you
My subbie angel, it is you I adore
With each tormenting, even painful touch
It is you I desire, you are Mine to explore


Each slap from hand for a year since your birth
My angel I give you them all today
As you give Me the wonder of you
Let's take the time to enjoy our play


I long for the moment you submit
My hunger, My desire to feed
The play, the torment and tease
Are nothing its you that I need


My wish for your birthday, My cheeky
To find all that you are and can be
To give you My love, in honour and trust
Lifting your spirit, to subspace to be free



Happy birthday, My cheeky lil angel
No punishment just pleasure and delight
Throughout the day be happy, My love
Then once more embrace with Me in dreams tonight.

By

Jem Farmer