She's late.

Always late.

Always excuses—late bus, detention.

Always "Not my fault..." or "I take full responsibility..."

Eighteen, fostered, old enough to leave but she stays to wind me round her finger.

Always the same.

She'll go to her room. I'll follow.

She'll lie on her bed, I'll stand over her.

She'll lift her micro skirt, I'll remove my belt.

She'll pull down her white cotton panties, I'll rest the belt on her perfect ass.

"Spank me, Bigdog." I do

Belt, hand, wooden spoon, hairbrush, anything.

Then we fuck, driving to orgasm, needing to please, to cum, wrapped together.

Always.