'Twas The Night Before Christmas



‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through My lair,
Not a creature was stirring, they wouldn’t dare.
Canes and whips were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that My doting slave soon would be there.

The floggers were nestled all snug by the bed,
While visions of red bottoms danced in My head.
I pulled out My catsuit and spiked leather boots,
For my slave will bring Me some shiny new loot.

When at My front door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from My throne to hear whimpering chatter.
I sauntered to the door only to find with My eyes,
My slave had arrived... such a lovely surprise!

On all fours, a strikingly handsome young buck,
I knew in a moment, he’d run out of luck.
He crawled inside to the dimly lit room,
It is here my slave would soon face his doom.

There he hung by his limbs on St. Andrew’s cross,
I whispered in his ear “you know who’s your Boss,”
Like rapid fire, My cane met his soft ass,
He cried and he shouted, the pain came in mass.

The striking of My cane, so lively and quick,
He begged for mercy, his balls I soon would kick.
He moaned and he groaned, and called out My sweet name,
Oh, this is fun, how I love this little game!

Wild and furious was the crack of My whip,
His welted back I would snap with just the tip.
Nipple clamps, ball gag and a blindfold he wore,
In front of Me there hung My good little whore.

His eyes - how they watered! His cries how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, but as deep as cherry.
His quivering mouth, he tried to stay silent,
The wrath of My cane is known to be violent.

He spoke not a word and hung his head so low,
As he again felt My cane come to and fro.
I gave a soft kiss to his tear-filled red face,
One last blow from My cane with almighty grace.

I lowered him down from restraints on the cross,
His fantasy fulfilled and not a lost cause.
A twinkle in his eye as he drove out of sight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia xoxo