Poem: For Randy

Spankings make my spirit glow
Cause my pulse to race
Across your lap I gladly go
Smile upon my face

Make it hurt and make it hard
Want to feel that way
Lift my skirt and drop my guard
Paddle has its say

Paint my bottom rosy red
I deserve it all
Put that lecture in my head
And let me feel small

Medicine I take from you
Lessons that I learn
Pain is not the point, it’s true
I still feel the burn

Bend over, assume the stance
Orders from my guy
Stay in place and stop that dance
Not easy to comply

Love to be the naughty one
Maybe more than once
Spank again until I’m done
It’s my comeuppance

Feel your loving on my rear
All that sting and ache
Those sensations are so dear
I need never fake

In a corner I must stand
Pondering my fate
When I feel your soothing hand
Everything is great

I’ll remember when I sit
How you punished me
I love that you never quit
'Til you help me see

I am happy as your wife
Every day is good
Spankings make a lovely life
When you swing the wood

Poem: A Spanko Holiday

A Spanko Holiday

'Tis a joyous time of year
Spread a little spanking cheer
Raise your glass and rub my rear
Spanko season's finally here

Finding kinky gifts to buy
Spanking lovers, don't be shy
Take the day off, my oh my
O'er the armchair I shall lie

Paddles swing and crops will snap
Belts leave red stripes with a whap
I wish you would whack and tap
Won't you place me on your lap?

Now it's time for play and glee
And as you can plainly see
Spankings are a joy for me
Listen now and hear my plea

Take the hairbrush, strike with it
Make it hard for me to sit
I don't mind if you don't quit
'Cause I savor every bit

Warm my bottom, do it right
Wood will sting and leather bite
Love me sweetly all the night
Snuggle in the morning light

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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