Saturday, April 02, 2011

MBS Spanko Brunch #272


Got the time to make a rhyme?
Words for a poem? We'd love to know 'em.
Talk about spanks or shanks or even pranks.
Make us grin. Score a win.
Share your tale. Please don't fail.

20 comments :

Raven Red said...

Oh dear! Quite a task, I do say, Ms Bottom Smarts.
Sadly, I am not very versatile or even good in the arts,
However, I am always willing to be a sport and give it a try,
However, please do not blame me if it goes all awry.

Now about a topic I shall choose nothing else but spanking
Although I rather suspect it might leave my backside aching.
I have recently protested against the use of a rattan cane,
But I have to report that it all seemed in vain.

I have stated clearly that I do not want to be spanked,
Alas, Uncle Nick made it clear that I was outranked.
I have tried to reason, using my own unique charm,
Nevertheless, my bottom it seems will still come to some harm.

I embarked on a new strategy of dedicated sulking,
Because I refused to even entertain the idea of begging,
Sadly, again, the only thing I achieved was failure,
Only got myself into trouble even deeper.

Monday is the day for which an appointment has been made,
On which a cane against my bare bottom will be laid.
I am cheeky, insolent and in urgent need he said,
Of having, my bottom turned in a deep colour of red.

I have now reached the end of what I think might be a poem,
And truth be told, I rather do feel quite glum,
For when the spanking on Monday so gleefully starts,
All I will be left with afterward is with a bottom that smarts.

Tender Bottomed Girl said...

My bottom is always up for a skelp
And G and his hands can make a girl yelp
Whether bent over knee or posed on the bed
My poor naked bum is always left red.

And after a session with the strap or the belt
My rear end is decorated nicely with welts
A girl needs a boy with a disciplined mind
And a wealth of new ways to tame her behind.

Hermione said...

There was a young woman from Perth
Who though spanking was cause for great mirth.
When the paddle came down
It banished her frown,
And she laughed for all she was worth.

Velvet said...

M is for Master, with lessons in mind,
Y is for yelp, as He skelps my behind,

B is for belt, and the slap of the leather,
O is for orders, 'Apart!' or 'Together!',
T is for tempting, and wanting much more,
T is for teasing, and ending up sore,
O is for over, a bench or His knee,
M is for mischief, and me being me,

S is for senses, not one but all five,
M is for movement, that shows I'm alive,
A is for ass, raised high in the air,
R is for red, my scarlet derriere,
T is for tender, my bum and my heart,
S is for spanking, and my bottom DOES smart!

Michelle Carlyle said...

There once was a woman named Michelle,
Who loved to be spanked all to Hell,
When over her husbands lap, she felt a great slap
and her sex proceeded to swell...

sixofthebest said...

Upon request, and at my behest, I give naughty ladies, 'six of the best'.

Anonymous said...

Some Limericks:-

A cheeky young girl was Bianca
Just everyone wanted to spank her
To get over this hurdle,
She padded her girdle
And then let them all spank her and then thank her.

A randy old chap from East Twixted,
To spanking was very addicted,
Four damzels a day,
For their sins had to pay,
Bare bottomed as whacks were inflicted.

A curvy young lady from Totton,
Had the most succulent bottom,
Bent over a chair.
With her tail in the air,
For a caning she has never forgotten.

For my plump bottomed wife, name of Sarah,
I take every occasion to bare her,
Bent over MY knees,
With her knicks round HER knees
Her bottom will bounce as I spank her.

D.

SPANKEDHORTIC said...

Put forty stripes across the bum
Of all the men with guts to come
To do what 'er the mistress says
Over the knee to howl away

O'er the the knee to feel the pain
From slipper crop hand and cane
The Top commands and we obey
O'er the knee to howl away

To all you gents that have a mind
To present her with your behinds
Come serve and enter play today
O'er the knee to howl away

Prefectdt

Lea said...

I'm not much for poems but this is a song I revised last year- The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
a spanking over his knee

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Four leather straps
Three Scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats- a- standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven wooden paddles
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a-swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve minutes in the corner Eleven wooden paddles
Ten tears-a-streaming
Nine hairbrushes
Eight belts-a swinging
Seven swats-a-standing
Six canes-a-swishing
Five bars of soap
Four leather straps
Three scoldings
Two burning cheeks
and a spanking over his knee!

A. Lurker said...

There once was a fellow named Randy
Who thought spanking Bonnie was dandy
Strap, paddle or cane
He liked to cause pain
By using whatever was handy!

R.

Emily Winters said...

You can spank me anywhere that you please,
But I especially like it over your knees.

Grabbing your strap, slapping it down,
Accompanied by your face in a frown.

Anticipation rising up fast,
Wondering how long this spanking will last.

Feeling my bottom grow tender and hot,
Could you for once just miss that sit spot?

Drumming my toes down onto the floor,
Knowing that my rear is due for some more.

Squealing and squirming and begging out loud,
I know doesn't please you, I keep my head bowed.

When my spanking's finished, when your work is done,
I know we'll go into the bedroom for fun.

And then I'll forget why I ever was there,
Bottom up smarting, red, sore, and so bare.

Emily

Dr. Ken said...

To all the ladies I have spanked,

I'd like to give sincerest thanks

Without you I'm at a loss

There'd be no one to show who's boss

No one's panties to pull down

Or to use the hairbrush on

no one to be held o'er my knee

No one to kick or squirm with glee

No one's bottom to turn red

No one to the corner led

And of course there'd be no one

To hug and kiss when all is done

So ladies--you know who you are,

Whether near or whether far--

I know that this may be in vain

"Be good!" until we meet again

I wish you all naught but the best

And now I'll put this poem to rest.

ronnie said...

There was once a young lady named Sarah,
Who was always being so naughty.
Her husband said, "Sarah"
"Your driving me crazy."
And spanked her rather harshly.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

Anonymous said...

Them Brat Spankers - (with apologies to Mason Williams)

How about them brat spankers, ain’t they snappy
Spankin them cranky brats, sure makes ‘em happy

Spankin them big brats, spanking them whiny
Spankin them sassy brats, on they heiney

How about them brat spankers, ain’t they strict
Some use a hair brush, some use a switch

Them whacky smacky brat spankers, all that poutin’
Spankin them naughty brats, ‘til they’s a shoutin’

How to be a brat spanker, it’ll get ya higher
Get yourself a feisty brat and set her tush on fire.

Michael said...

Bonnie, what a wonderful idea, all this poetry. And look at all these marvelous poems by all the creative people. My little contribution is three limericks, the first two about a couple of amazing women in out community, and the last a little ditty about TTWD.

There is an imp whose bottom smarts
She has a blog that is spanking art
Sometimes too big for her britches
Randy has to apply many switches
But he knows she is good in her heart


Hermione hails from the land of the maple leaf
Spanking is her passion and core belief
Her man Ron has a firm hand
Playing her bum like a one man band
Who after paddling her offers sweet "relief"

This Thing We Do is so grand
OTK for bums to be tanned
Some say it's a rare kink
But making bottoms rosy pink
Should be made the law of the land

Larken said...

IMP
All I said was "Will you shut up?"
(I'm a tempest in a teacup.)
He was picking on me.
I said, "Let me be!"
He said, "You need a little warm-up."

I went whoosh, OTK just that quick.
I started to struggle and kick.
He said, "Yes, I'll spank you."
I said, "No, sir, thank you.
And I wish you would lose that paint stick."

I put up a valiant fight.
But my bottom my Top did ignite.
My words now I'll weigh.
When he asks me I'll say,
"Yes, Sir! You ARE always right."

GOOD GIRL
I said "I've been awfully good.
I've done everything just like I should."
He said, "About that,
Come here, we will chat."
I thought maybe he'd misunderstood.

"Bare your bottom, my sweet little miss.
Your lesson today is just this:
When you do as your told,
The paddle grows cold.
And when you're good, a spanking is bliss."

With a Good Girl spanking that night,
My bottom my Top did ignite.
I always obey
When my Top wants to play.
My goodness, he IS always right.



BONNIE
There once was a Bonnie so sweet
A chocolate she never would eat.
'Cause candy is dandy,
But Randy is handy,
And a spanking's a much better treat.

"My bottom smarts", Bonnie said.
Randy just nodded his head.
"It WAS time to spank you.
Let's both just say "Thank you"
Then he winked and said "Let's go to bed."

There once was a Bonnie so clever
She started a blogging endeavor.
This safe Spanko place
Has her style and grace.
And we hope she keeps blogging forever.

Fizzy said...

fast the hairbrush cracks:
a sweet rose blossoms and prompts
my grateful howl

Kingspan said...

Rhett said "Scarlett, your tantrums and tears
Led your Pa to indulge you for years.
They won't work now, you'll find.
I would tan your behind,
'Cause I give a damn, frankly, my dear."

Bonnie said...

Listen my friends to a spanking fable
The kind of tale you won't see on cable
With a gentleman strong, willing and wise
And a maid too often over his thighs
Trouble it happened was her constant friend
Although she knew it would cost in the end
A small fib, it might work better than fact
But she should have known just how he'd react
Up her skirt went while panties came down
Then came a whacking heard all over town
Her bottom became sore, heated and red
She listened closely to all that he said
Naughtiness leads to trouble in sitting
By now she knew that these words were fitting
She pleaded and vowed, no never again
He kept swatting until quarter to ten
Once it was over, he caressed her seat
All was forgiven, no more would she cheat
Again content, in bed they were lovers
Making some magic under the covers
The moral is one we tell every youth
Life is easier when you speak the truth

sixofthebest said...

Bonnie, your poem 'tops', or should I say 'bottoms' all the rest of us 'would be poets'. Congratulations. well done.

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