Sunday Service

I was tired of the bar scene
Didn't do well in my search
The women far and wild
So Mom took me to church

I met some very nice ladies
But I wasn't that impressed
One said if I would drive her home
She'd be surely blessed

We had a pleasant talk
And she gave me a little wink
Why don't you come inside she said
And we'll have ourselves a drink

She sat me on the sofa
And told me to relax
Just as I was getting comfortable
She started her attacks

I don't know how she did it
She was being so playfully rough
But in a matter of moments
My hands and feet were cuffed

She disappeared into the bedroom
Came out scantly clad in leather
With a whip in her right hand
In the other she had a feather

She cracked her whip a few times
Spilled my drink and broke the glass
She said I was a bad boy
And with the feather she tickled my ass

The ordeal had lasted for hours
So tired I could hardly speak
But when she finally let me go
I asked, Same time, next week?

Copyright2004©Gerald King