In the tradition of the holidays, and The Sound of Music, I give you my favorites:
Burning red bottom, from spankings bare-handed;
Bruises that linger, as though I've been branded;
Black, lacy, sheer-with-red-ribbon stockings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Fingers that twist 'round and tangle my tresses;
Pinches and scratches that melt away stresses;
Chafed wrists and ankles all tied up with strings;
these are a few of my favorite things.
Weight of a collar resting at my bare throat;
Grip closing tighter as I begin to float;
Strong arms that pin and the lash when it sings.
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the cuffs bite, when the stick stings
when I'm feeling bad.
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I feel oh, so glad!
Happy Holidays!
