The Poetry of Paddles in Motion

Sometimes, I feel like yelling from the rooftop. I’d like to scream, “My husband just spanked my bare bottom and made love to me, and it was fantastic! Yippee!”

However, all that carrying on would surely start the neighbors talking. Worse yet, I’m simply too old to be falling off the roof. Therefore, I’ll choose to do my crowing right here.

A Beat Poem
(or a Rhyming Spanko’s Stream of Consciousness…)

Swinging for the fences Come and swat me now Raise the spanko census Say it with a pow! Put me in position Pull my panties down Be my own musician Make the sweetest sound Take me in your strong arms Over lap I’ll turn Show all your male charms Let me feel the burn Now ignite a big flame Right upon my skin Make me call out your name Trying not to grin Spank me 'til I'm toasted Bruises are all right For you this is posted Be my love tonight! When the spanking is done Snuggle close to me Now begins the real fun Let us roll with glee

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