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My silliness cup runneth over...
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass and a glowing red rear
Good spankings we bring to you and your kin
Good spankings for your ass and a glowing red rear
Oh, bring us a stingy paddling
Oh, bring us a stingy paddling
Oh, bring us a stingy paddling, bent over right here
We won't go until we get one
We won't go until we get one
We won't go until we get one, so swat me my dear
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass
We wish you a very sore ass and a glowing red rear
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Two Christmas Poems - Author Unknown
1.
Twas the night before Christmas,
And bent over his knee,
Was a redhead quite naughty,
As anyone could see.
Her panties were lowered, her bottom quite bare,
Awaiting the handprints he soon would leave there.
Holding her firmly as she squirmed on his lap,
He rolled up his sleeves and then started to slap.
Slowly to start with, to warm up her cheeks,
For, after all, it had been many weeks.
So many, she laughed when he threatened to spank,
Turned on her heel and called him a crank.
Now there were no chuckles, just the crack of each whack,
As over and over he continued to smack.
She tried to act bored with a pout on her face,
Which lasted until hubby picked up the pace.
Faster and harder as her bottom was jiggling,
Hands and feet flailing, her whole body wiggling.
But he held her quite tightly – he was tired of her games,
She struggled, then hollered, then called him some names.
“Ow! Jackass! Ow! Bastard! You mean, rotten creep!
I’ll get you, I promise – just wait till you’re asleep!
Now stop it this minute! Now stop it I say!
Let me go! Let me up! I’ll make you pay!”
As naughty wives that before an angry husband fly,
When they get their comeuppance, mounds to the sky.
To have a white bottom soon turned cherry red,
But he could tell she hadn’t learned by the things that she said.
And then, thru her yelling, he heard on the roof,
The stamping and stomping of each heavy hoof.
As he drew back his hand to give the next smack,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with his sack.
He was clearly not pleased, with his hand on his hip,
The commotion had derailed his homeward bound trip.
A bundle of “toys” he then flung on the floor,
And he glared at the miscreant just asking for more.
His eyes – how they smoldered! His nostrils were flaring!
His eyebrows were knitted – her brattiness was wearing!
His droll little mouth was drawn into a frown,
And he shook his head sadly as he sat himself down.
He dragged the wife over his fur-covered knee,
And held her in place so the husband could see.
The paddle from his bag he held tight in his hand,
And the results it produced were not wholly unplanned.
He was chubby and strong with a powerful swing,
And soon she was screeching from the terrible sting.
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave hubby to know he had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but kept straight to the job,
And paddled her soundly till she started to sob.
Then giving her a tissue to wipe her nose,
And putting her in the corner, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew while the wife gave a sniffle.
But they heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Spank her like you mean it, and we’ll all have a good night!”
2.
'Twas the night before Christmas..."
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town
The Brat's cries could be heard as her panties came down.
"Sir, don't spank me; oh please, I beseech you!"
His Naughty One begged him, though long overdue.
Resolutely he stayed firm, pulled her over his lap,
and raised her short skirt, to give each cheek a slap.
"Now listen Young Lady, soon I think you will find,
just how that brush feels on your naughty behind."
Gasping as she found herself trapped under his leg,
she stammered and stuttered before starting to beg.
"Oh please, can't you see? I know beyond a doubt,
that fantasy I mentioned? I can live without."
"I do see, Naughty One," was all that he said,
nudging her forward, till the floor grazed her head.
He picked up the brush and without further delay,
he started spanking with gusto; whacking away.
"A discipline spanking is what you asked for,
and that's what you'll get till your crying and sore."
He covered her bottom with hard stinging smacks,
then reddened her thighs with a few solid whacks.
She whimpered and squirmed and tried kicking her feet,
the implement kissing where thighs and cheeks meet.
Blood rushing her brain, her face all a flush,
she asked herself why she purchased that brush.
She needed this spanking, so that's what she got,
a bathbrush, a leg lock, her cheeks growing hot.
he paddled her hard, he fulfilled her deep need,
punishing the bottom that lay over his knee.
Gulping at air, her head spinning with pain,
a whimper through clenched teeth, she couldn't contain.
And the burning just grew, soon too much to take,
her eyes welled with tears, each nerve ending awake.
Soon her quiet whimpers, gave way to loud cries,
as that hateful wooden bathbrush punished her thighs.
Tears slid down her chin, and pooled on the floor,
her body gave a shake, and she begged him, "No more!"
He held onto her waist, while pummeling both cheeks,
as she silently shook, face wet with tear streaks.
She moved to avoid the smacks, but struggled in vain
'cause that wooden bathbrush, found its mark again.
Then when she could take no more, she finally let go,
the spanking seemed forever; she burned from head to toe.
At that's when he relented, allowing her to rise,
wrapped his arms around her, wiping tears from her eyes.
She was smiling at him with a look we all know
her world now put to rights, and her bottom aglow.
"Merry Christmas, Kind Sir," she said and hugged him tight....
Merry Christmas to All, and to All a goodnight!
lmao Bonnie.. that was freaking hilarious. And anonymous, I loved those two as well.
Yes, I echo Storm Rider's sentiment! LOL
I just stopped by on my way out (to the dreaded mall again) and I'm laughing on my way out the door!
This is going to stay inside my head....
Grins,
poiesia :)
Everybody - Four different and very fun spanko versions of the Night Before Christmas, all in one comment box! Add to that the excellent variations from Spanko Girl and Janeen, and I have to exclaim that it's a mighty spanko Christmas!
For once, I just don't quite know what to say. :D
Janeen - Count me in!
These are great, Bonnie! What a talent you have for rhyme! Wish I did!
I second janeen's suggestion. Wonder if that mall police would kick us all out??
Merry spank-mas!
ginger
Ginger - Thank you!
Just tell me which mall and what time. I'll be there.
BTW, I love your blog. It's on my regular reading list.
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