You seem to be my most loathed enemy
Disguised as my utmost friend
The lashes you deliver to me
Leave me constantly on the mend

You are always at my right hand side
Or lay slyly beneath my pillow
Blow after blow you are the instrument of
After which I sway like a willow

Your metal ring is the worse offender
Leaving welts that last so long
This makes me beg for your softened leather
An alternative that just seems wrong

You are the tool of my submission
Which leaves me begging for no more
But I still see you as my fantastic friend
You�re better than scrubbing the floor . . .
with a baby�s toothbrush ; )