Your Loving Hand

Oh how I love your loving hand
As it tenderly strokes my hair
It holds me so accountable
But is reasonable and fair
It guides me and protects me
With such tenderness and care
It gently holds me in position
For discipline to bare
With firmness from your loving hand
The redness I do wear
As I thank you for correction
And promise not to dare
Overstep the mark again
But be submissive sweet and rare
You smile at me knowingly
In the knowledge we both share
That soon I'll be across your knee
With pain once more to bare.