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The Professor

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Good grief this took forever to color, but damn, I was able to do it with just a mouse. I'm particularly pleased!


There once was a dark street
Echoing the sounds of feet
Of those seeking a night's treat

Freedom of body and prisoner of mind
Those whores you shall find
Where bores make no living of any kind

Where the light of a lantern twinkles brightest
It illuminates a plight not of the lightest

A young lad was being offered as a toy
His cold expression far from being coy
Forced and used as a slave boy

Bound by a leash in the shadow of a man
He was told by his owner to do everything he can
To make a new fan

Product of lust and greed
These words he was ordered to heed
So his slaver he could feed

She was once one of those whores
Turning tricks and tainted lores
Until she herself became one of those bores

Though soft in voice
She was cruel enough to squelch choice
By his neck one day the boy was hoist

Taken without will
By the threat that she would kill
If her wishes he could not fulfill

But prisoner of body and freedom of mind
He never crumbled in fear of his bind

Strong and defiant
On his bravery he was reliant

As there once was a dark street
Where there was the proudest boy you would meet
He did not enjoy the spoils of his feat
But did it for his daily meat

Never a tear left his eye
Unwilling to cry
Those stoic faces were never a lie

For he knew he would be gone soon
Escaping this slutty baffoon
Head of more hot air than a balloon

Her freedom of body ruined her charms
Lusty scars raising customer alarms

For this she would be a bore once more
Lonely and ruined to the core
Selling herself as a chore
Again her back against the floor
Sloppy pounding at her own back door

This will remain her prison
Well after the boy's sun had risen
Of this truth he would want you to listen

The boy of the dark street

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Type: Picture/Pinup
Published: 11 years, 8 months ago
Rating: General

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10 years, 7 months ago
Wonderful writing and great illustration!
10 years, 7 months ago
This was an old favorite of mine, back when I was trying out non-smutty imagery. Not sure why I waited so long to color it!
10 years, 7 months ago
You get to things when you can.  I know that great stuff doesn't always have to be smut, I love fluff and I love spank art which you seem to have a talent for ^_^
10 years, 7 months ago
Now that my art quality has improved a fair bit, I do need to try my hand at some more spanking. It is actually a fair bit tougher to draw than most other things!
10 years, 7 months ago
Oh yes, I agree entirely, I've tried on a few different occasions and have never been pleased with the results ^^;  I would really encourage you to try it a bit more though, I am a fan of it and great fan of YOUR work in general ^_^
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