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Corner time (Limerick #6)

Corner time is a heavy affair Sighs, regrets, pouts, hiccups to  spare With red bum on display It's the price one must pay For the pleasure of poking the bear

I have a special permission from @sccwriting to post poems, especially positive and lighthearted.

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Don't you dare to yuck my yum

No one is ever vanilla Everyone has some sort of kink Tiny one or the size of Godzilla  Pause, allow these words to sink

Sleep mask is a makeshift blindfold Playful swat is an impact play The Look that will keep you mindful Strong as leash, be that as it may

Holding wrists is a type of bondage Roleplay bound are Santa and elf Naked Red, in Halloween homage,  Riding Wolfie, is C-M-N-F

Primal is marking and biting 'Not yet' is permission to come Playing hard or barely acting Don't you dare to yuck my yum! 

@sccwriting Not sure if this qualifies as #sccwriting, it's not fiction. Thoughts, rhymed words about the same old - Don't yuck my yum.

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C is for not the Cane

On the scale of one to ten, the Cane is eleven.

You can't be partial when it comes to the Cane. You either love it, hate it, dread it, or all of the above. Those who swear by it, still dread it.

There is more love for the Cane across the pond due to its former use for corporal punishment.

Caning is considered an art. As any art form it requires plenty of practice.

Cane marks are universally admired, cherished, photographed, posted, and discussed at length.

Those perfectly parallel crimson welts on someone's otherwise alabaster bottom and thighs cannot be mistaken with anything else.

And that's all I have to say about Cane!

Oh, and the new trick I learned recently: instead of the regular six of the best, the five-barred gate. Gasp! That most dreaded stroke across the first five, crossing the lines, that is considered a cardinal sin by some and the intentional evil-doing by others. 

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Not sure if my writing qualifies as #sccwriting. I write mostly fiction. And when it's non-fiction, editorial style as above, it's usually light-hearted and not 100% serious.

C is for Crying and Corner and not the Cane

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Yellow!

“Nick, you bloody bastard, it hurts!” Izzie wiggles and moves away from the belt with every stroke but comes back like a clock. Yet something doesn’t add up.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” deadpans Nick. “Wait, what did you just say?” A flurry of painful strokes lands on her upper thighs, a well-known medicine for cursing.

“It fucking hurts!”

Another long flurry ensues. “Please continue with the cursing. Or shall we start over?” All the rehearsed buzzwords and phrases come out with ease. But, thank fuck, she cannot see his face, because Nick is on the verge of panic.

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Yellow!