I found this today, and wanted to share... I'm sorry, I don't know the author, to cite credit.
There's something about being
pushed up against a wall
Your back flat against it
Staring straight into eyes that see through you
Swallowing hard
Waiting for your heart to start beating again
There something about
being made to crawl across the floor
To a seated Man, staring into your eyes
Not letting you not look at Him
Not letting you stumble
Drawing you to Him without a word
Trembling, a whimper caught in your throat
There's something about
being pulled up by your hair
Feeling that hand slink up your neck
Into your tresses, close to your scalp
Grabbing, gripping it, gutteral sounds emitting from His lips
The pain is not nearly as strong as the urge
To cry or bite a hole through your bottom lip
There's something about
being bitten
Especially on the back of the neck or nipple
Feeling His teeth so close to piercing you
Wondering, as you cry out, if He will this time
Wondering if you will bleed this time, for your submission
There's something about
being bent over the back of a chair, without warning
Having your skirt flipped up, cool air hitting hot skin
Your cheeks blushing with the same color as your ass
As He warms it with the striking of the palm of His hand
The tears you cry, not cooling you
The tears you cry because He has found you
There's something about
those words He uses
Those names He calls you
Those phrases He uses to elicit a response
And you DO respond
All of you responds
And your body betrays you, always
There is something about
being thrown down and taken
Not against your will
because your will is to be there
To please, to submit, to offer, to relenquish
And you cry out for breath, for more, for Him
And you know you are home
There is something about
kneeling quietly beside Him
Your body bruised, reddened, coated, tired
Your mind silent for once ~ for a time
Your head bowed, your eyes closed
Your lips quivering as His fingers touch you
Your submission unquestioned
Your Peace at Hand