All is well

A week ago Saturday -
was it only last Saturday? -
he spanked me
and flogged me
and caned me
and tore at my heart
because I made him doubt me.
I sobbed
and I crawled
and I begged
his forgiveness
and swore that I loved him
and swore I was his.

Friday -
two days ago -
he came here at lunchtime.
He pushed himself against me,
he spanked me for pleasure,
and he let me
suck
his cock.
And partway through,
he pulled me up on my knees
and his eyes kissed mine
and he gently stroked my head
and I was his angel
and I was his pet
and he moaned with such pleasure,
I gave him such pleasure,
I served with such pleasure
that I knew all was well.

I am his treasure.
I am his pet.
And I know all is well.