When she thought she was special
I was pleased she misunderstood
when she mentioned getting married
I swore we never would
when she shrank with each insult
I hoped it had scarred
when she cried as I slapped her
I felt my c**k grow hard
when she dressed like a teen
I imagined it was for real
when she screamed as I caned her
I came from the thrill
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