POOR LITTLE CUTIE PIE

BY ZOOL

Poor, little cutie pie, chilled to the bone.
Tied to the whipping post, naked and alone.
Eight year old body, bearing welt upon welt.
From beatings with cane, whip, flogger and belt.

What did you do, to earn all those whacks?
Were your blow jobs poor? Was your fucking lax?
Why were you flogged, in the yard, bound and tied?
You misled your master, your crime was, you lied!

You broke a fine vase and you blamed the cat!
You thought you were clever, you thought, that was that!
But your master knew different, he knew that you lied!
When the vase had been broken, the cat was outside!

To the courtyard he dragged you, to the post you were bound.
Then he went back inside, there were whips to be found!
He returned and he whipped you! "Mercy" your plea!
But your plea was ignored, and he thrashed you with glee!

"Will you lie any more?" his question he plied,
as he flogged you hard and you cried and cried.
You fought back the tears and yelled through the pain.
"No, no, oh my master, no never again!"

When your flogging was over, he just walked away
Leaving you bound there, for most of the day!
The rain beat down, you were left a long time.
Tied to the whipping post, to ponder your crime!

Poor, little cutie pie, shivering in the rain.
Suffer little bitch! You deserve your pain!