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by: dreamer I guided Satan through the forest at breakneck speed We glide like the wind, me and my trusty steed. I must get far and away from here When it's found I'm gone, there'll be trouble I fear. Night will soon be falling and a search will be made When Sir Richard comes a calling, they will question my maid. And when Celinda tells them she knows not where I've gone Papa will be angry and the search will be on. I will not marry Sir Richard, he's a mean surly man So I must ride as hard and as fast as I can. He told me that as his wife, I would no longer be a tease And all his wants and needs I'd be expected to appease. He called me a spoiled brat, said he would soon uncover The good girl underneath, when he became my lover. Then he turned me over his knee and lifted up my skirts And spanked me hard, even though I cried, "It hurts!" My bottom aches so even now that the whole day has gone by But I will not suffer ever again across his muscular thigh. But I was not to know that the stable lad would tell That I had ridden out today, riding as though escaping hell. Papa called Sir Richard and told him of my flight And now he was almost upon me, not waiting for the night. I looked back and saw his face, a determined anger there I kicked poor Satan ever so hard, and looking back I did swear. "You'll not have me, you bastard, no matter how hard you ride I'd rather live in squalor, then to ever be your bride". His answer was a mirthless laugh as he caught up to my steed And caught me round the waist, no way would I be freed. I fought, I kicked, I struggled but freedom was out of reach "I see you need more lessons and lessons I will teach!" Again I found myself over his lap and my skirts lifted high No matter how much I wiggled and kicked, his lesson I could not deny. "If you spank me," I threatened, "I'll never again allow you a kiss" He laughed, spanked and said, "Your highness, please allow me this!" I cried, threatened and cried some more, but my entreaties he did not hear He stopped and I thought it over � "Now the bloomers" he said in my ear. I struggled to keep my bloomers on, but he laughed and tore them away "I swear by all that is sacred to me, you will know who rules today!" And as his hand came down again and again, my cries echoed into the night My cries became sobs and I struggled no more, I had learned to give up the fight. The ride home was intolerable in front of Sir Richard on his mount My bottom ached horribly and my shortcomings he did recount. I was spoiled, willful and whiny, and had a tendency to flirt And he would teach me manners, if everyday he lifted my skirt. I did not have the strength to fight and bit back any retort I believe that lifting my skirt for him was becoming quite a sport. But when my bottom heals and my strength returns, then we will see For there's never been a man alive that could get the best of me. The wedding day they decided, could not wait for very long For they believed I needed a man with a hand that was strong. I have until Saturday to heal, by then I'll be all right And we'll see how he enjoys his fateful wedding night. I'll be sweet and docile until then, they never will suspect They'll think that he has conquered me, and this they will regret. For I am Irish born and bred and a fighter to the end We'll see how he can handle me when it is his life he will defend. My behavior and demeanor were above reproach Not a single rule it's limit did I encroach. As the mannequin of the Queen Mother in the museum I saw I stood tall and proud with nary a flaw. Sir Richard was fooled into thinking me tame And I played out this ruse with no sense of shame. I carefully plotted my plan of recourse With no thought in my mind of remorse. But Sir Richard became attentive, so sweet and kind Perhaps his character I had indeed maligned. And last night as he had returned me to home He pulled me close and his hand did roam. I felt sweet pleasure as his hand touched my breast And his kiss, ah his kiss, all my will dispossessed. I fairly melted and warmth spread throughout my being And as he gazed in my eyes, it was desire I was seeing. "Ah, Karena, my sweet maiden I desire you so Soon all loves passion and fury you will know". He said this and more of his love and pride in me But my own guilty conscience made me want to flee. He thought it my shyness that had made me flush Didn't know my shame had put me in a blush. "Sleep well, my Karena, my darling, my life For on the morrow I will make you my wife". The vows caused me again to blush in shame As promises to honor and obey him I did proclaim. As I went to my chambers to prepare for the night I knew in my heart that I must set this right. As he entered the chambers, he saw my tears And he came to me softly, wanting to allay any fears. Sorrowfully I told him of my plans, lies and deceit I felt a complete fool, a liar and a cheat. "Ah Karena, my pet whatever shall I do With one so willful and spoiled as you?" Softly I cried, the look on his face set "I'm afraid it's a spanking for you, my pet". On my vanity stool, quietly he sat He looked in my eyes and his lap he did pat. I trembled a bit thinking of the pain and shame But his spanking was due and I was to blame. Mustering all my courage I stepped to his side With a need of redemption, I smothered my pride. Gently he helped me lay cross his lap And as soon as I was settled I felt a light slap. I stiffened as I waited for the spanking to begin He scolded me softly saying what a naughty girl I'd been. Then he said my confession and sorrow had filled him with pride And he was indeed very happy that I was his bride. "Then you aren't going to spank me?" I said with delight "Oh, a spanking you've earned and you will get this night". He lifted my nightdress, another soft little pat Pulled down my bloomers and called me his brat. Several light spanks he placed in a row And I felt a tingle from head to toe. As gently his hand rubbed the spots he just slapped He pushed me forward a bit and I was truly trapped. He slaps came more rapidly, light but in a flurry If he was going to blister me, he wasn't in a hurry. The warmth started building and soon I was crying His hand massaged my bottom and soon I was sighing. "Oh, please, My Lord, what manner of punishment is this?" But he just laughed softly and my bottom did kiss. I moaned from the feelings I couldn't understand And as he parted my legs, I again felt his hand. "Ah, you like this my pet, I knew that you would" And as he touched me again I finally understood. The hand of my husband was a sweet gentle hand But could be harsh and demanding if I broke his command. The rest of our wedding night I'll leave you to guess But know Sir Richard that night did Karena possess. And though we've been married a great many years I welcome the joy that may cause me some tears. 
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