A Fairytale in Crimson

There was once a man, and it isn't a lie
When I say that he'd send me flying sky high
But sometimes he'd hit me
And I couldn't say why

"why honey, haven't I been a good girl
You say I'm your baby, your sweetie, your pearl!"

"Don't speak to me like that!" he would say,
And then he would spank me in that playful way.

"oh honey, (oh honey,) oh what have you done?
I thought we were going to try and have fun"

Raising an eyebrow and narrowing eyes,
He's smirk at his girl, surveying his prize,
He'd say "babe, don't tell me I misunderstand
You told me you're mine, so mine you'll remain"

So out came the belt
And the paddle
The strap
And with them the beautiful sting of a slap

Then redness appeared, oh that crimson glory
And thus culminated my fairytale story