Song Parody: The Sounds of Spanking

This is probably sacrilege against the gods of music, but it's just so much fun!

The Sounds of Spanking

Hello soreness, my old friend
You've come to sit with me again
Because a paddle I was feeling
Left its mark while I was kneeling
And my bottom that is glowing from the canes
Still remains
Within the sound of spanking

On mattress springs I stayed prone
Crimson marks were all my own
With the striking of a hair brush
I turned my bottom to avoid the blush
When my cheeks were shocked by the crash of a wooden swat
It felt so hot
And announced the sound of spanking

And on my naked flesh I saw
Ten dozen welts or maybe more
People spanking without counting
People baring without coaxing
People wearing skirts that flip up anywhere
And tales to share
About the sound of spanking

"Ouch", said I, "You do not know
Soreness like a wildfire grows
Feel the burn that it might teach you
Take the sting that I might reach you"
But my words, like loopy johnny fell
And echoed
In the halls of spanking

And the people bent and played
With the leather toys they made
And the strap cracked out its warning
In the marks that it was forming
And the sub said the truth is these spankings are helpful to us one and all
So face the wall
And listen to the sounds of spanking

Sung to the tune of The Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel