Discipline

Here I am
Bending over this table
Wild imagination ignites Expectations
To feel his index finger tracing from my ankle to my lotus flower

He exclaims
"Have you lied to me for the week ?"
Eyes brows now contorted in confusion
Face enveloped by fear of a birthing Abuser
I begin to answer and he shouts
"Silence !"

He traces a knife from the back of my collar to the waist of my skirt slowly
As my skin tastes the coldness eminating from the metal
He moves his hands gently careSsing my bottom
Moving teasingly upward to the incision he made in the back of my shirt
Slips his warm fingers into the cut and rips it open
Roughly ....fast .....aggressively
He stretches over me
Lips nestled in the centre of my ear
He stretches his warm , wet , tongue
Licking the contours of my hearing
Nibbling .... Kissing ...blowing gently into the key hole of my soul
He braces off in brute manner
With the knife in hand traces the knife against my skirt
And the cloth begins to shiver
As he slithers ...the commanding instrument along the back of my thighs
And removes the feeling
Allowing the absence to gnaw at my mind
As he undresses my submission
He places a document infront of
Commands me to read ..eloquently
Respecting all punctuations

And at the sound of the word begin
I read shakespeare's sonnet 18

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:"

SLAP !!!
My flow was broken in mid stride
By the harsh slap of his hand used as a paddle against my ass
I cringed
exhaled in a sensual satisfaction
His erectness bracing firmly against the stinging sensation
He yanks me by the hair
Pulls me closer
And whispers " obey the fuckin punctuations "
And slowly for three seconds sucks gently on my neck

Drenched in my own dew
I become instantly thrilled
By this unusual form of punishment

He commands again "continue"

And I read ..
Trying my best to capture the austere and eloquence of the ideal journalist

"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:"

SLAP !!!! SLAP !!!!!!!
These were the hardest
I sunk my nails into the greenheart of the table until they bled
Allowing the sweet seizure that pulsed through every vein to calm
Hoping that the pain rendered would vanish
But he made me want over and over again

He yanked my hair
With much anger
And whispered as he entered my glistening lotus flower with precision
He whispered ...." Do you want this "
Every vein in me now swollen ...moaning his name
I hadn't the strength to access my vocabulary
He pauses a second to await my return from the forest of my sighs of satisfaction
Whilst stroking the walls of my petals
He pulls out
Disconnecting the sweet life that rushed through me 180 mps( miles per second )

He Slaps again and commands
" Read ! "

This time I aimed to infuriate him

I read

"So long as. Um men can breathe or. Um eyes can see,um
So long lives this ! and this ! gives life to theeeeeeee ".

When I should have said
"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."

I smiled within
Yearning the extremity
Yearning his version
His definition of discipline .....