A Flow Of Tears

Hands have no tears to flow, so I commend  
How your eyes let tears trickle down that cheek;  
When you are disciplined, I recommend  
That you just let them flow. Don't try to speak.  
No, let emotion build as I intend.  
 
When you are bared, across my knee, just wait,  
Remembering, before you had to bend,  
You took off all your clothing. Hesitate  
And you would suffer more. Be sure of it.  
Relax your guard; but keep that arse well-raised.  
 
A hand will make your eyelids start to prick,  
And finally, as your backside is braised  
By spank after hard spank, I think you'll know,  
The firmest hand will mean your tears must flow.