The Spanking.

A cheeky girl over my knee
A sumptuous ass now of modesty free
Pouting lips a sheen of dew
the sound of a smack and not too few

She wriggles and cries out even a tear or two
she'll think twice about her cheek but I think this is nothing new
A finger runs up her dripping sex a low moan escapes
She has abandoned herself to me and the fates

Perhaps better the fates for I am harsh
And she will remember this long after it is past
Pouting gets her nowhere but pegs on her tits
Oh and not to forget the one on her clit

Standing in the corner now all alone
This naughty girl spanked and chastised is no clone
She learned her lesson well and did not complain
So we are happy now in passions glowing flame

lovely poem!

loved it! Makes me want a good spanking:)

Wow, it sounds like that naughty girl really did learn her lesson....

Another beautiful poem, from a beautiful person.

:o

mmmm interesting poem....I hope you will continue to share..this was great.

Makes one wish to be spanked, yet at the same time...to only behave. Nicely written, beautiful. Thank you