Literature ~ Poems

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Addicted to the Cane

Why does it frighten me so much?
It is really only a thin, bendy stick.
But I certainly fear its touch.
The first stroke lands with searing pain,
Shooting its sting, right down my spine.
But I want it again and again.
To see, the weals and lines.

The sting it causes gives me a high.
My head knows not what to do.
Scream, laugh or cry,
When its left my bottom, I sigh.
It lands with a swish and crack.
Once more my bottom burns,
A precision line, now that’s a knack!

After it’s all over, why want more?
The noise of it makes you cringe.
The feel of it makes you sore.
The pain makes you whinge.
And yet, I love the sensation.
Like the calm before the storm,
It could be my one adoration.
Maddy

Subspace

In your head you are lost,
In your body you are free,
Your whole being it has cost,
Feeling nothing but glee.
To come down is hard,
To stay wouldn’t be right,
Your breath do not discard,
Regaining sense is in sight,
Come back to this world,
With words and a hug,
Your mind now unfurled,
Yourself being feeling smug!

Centre of Attention

I do not need you to taunt me,
Into doing what I take pleasure in,
I have the jurisdiction to be,
Who I wish and I shall win.

So reap in the reward,
Of what you will receive,
And together we can hoard
All what we will achieve.

But go the wrong way,
Push it too much,
Will only end in dismay,
Cause conflict or such.

So I ask, be honest and true
Relish in what comes along,
Enjoy everything that we do.
And that will make you strong!

The Feel of Her Cane

Her cane has suppleness
It is used by her with finesse
Her cane has a fearsome bite
That to feel is a delight

Her cane is narrow and flexible
Its sensation gives such a thrill
Her cane leaves a searing line
That to feel is so divine

Her cane is long and thin
It lands with a blazing sting
Her cane leaves a crimson welt
That is a joy to be felt

Her cane moves with a swish
Its smarting pain I relish
Her cane marks with a red weal
That is a delight to feel

Her cane travels with a hiss
It contacts with a red hot kiss
Her cane is a rod of fire
That to feel is my desire

The Head Girl Waits

Awaiting to receive the cane,
The Head Girl stands in fear.
Dreading its stinging pain,
Upon her rear.

She smoothes down her skirt,
And straightens her tie.
Wondering will it hurt,
And make her cry.

She looks down at her shoes,
Inside butterflies she feels.
Thinking of the bruise,
And sore red weals.

Her nervous wait will soon end,
She now feels so scared.
It’s nearly time for her to bend,
And her bottom be bared.

She will hear the horrible swish,
And feel the searing pain.
Making her promise,
She won’t misbehave again

Jankers

Being Caned

In her hand she holds her cane

On her face is a look of disdain

Her cane has great suppleness

In it the art of its use she is prowess

I stand before her in suspense

Waiting for my caning to commence

To her canes’ sting I’ll soon succumb

And feel its’ heat across my bottom

She orders me to bend

The waiting will soon end

My bottom is now bare

She swishes her cane in the air

She brings down the first stroke

A warm sting it does invoke

It leaves a nice red line

That feels divine

Over and over again

She lashes me with her cane

Moving through the air with a whoosh

It gives me such an adrenaline rush

To feel her rod of fire

Is something I desire

Its lines that are straight

To feel them is such a delight

When I am feeling her cane

It does not bring pain

Instead the sensation

Is one of immense elation

Jankers

Her crop

A riding mistress.

In her tight jodhpurs,

Is a picture of finesse,

As she flexes the crop of hers.

Tapping her boots, with her crop,

Makes a horrible sound.

As I know my pants will soon drop,

And I’ll be facing the ground.

She orders me over a bale of hay.

I start to feel tense,

And dare not disobey.

Soon the cropping will commence.

She swishes her crop through the air.

The sound makes me jump.

As her crop lands on my bottom so bare,

A stinging red line appears across my rump.

Again and again her crop does fall,

Bringing each time a red line of fire.

I no longer feel tense at all,

For the sting of her crop, is what I desire.

Jankers

Hairbrush

A brush, is for brushing Hair.
It is too hard
With which to spank, a bottom that is bare.
Leaving it feeling charred,
And covered in bruise.
That’s why to feel one, I refuse.

The cane, now that isn’t the same.
Its’ swishy sting,
Causes a different pain.
Nice red lines, it does bring,
Not the horrible thud,
Of a hairbrush made of wood.

A hard wooden implement,
Should be used with care.
When the spankee is bent,
With their bottom bare.

For instead of that nice warm red hue,
And rosy glow.
Their bottom, may turn black and blue,
From the thudding blow.

At least with the cane
And its’ red lines that sting.
The marks more quickly wane.
A better sensation it does bring.

To the lovers of feeling a hairbrush,
I do apologise.
I realise it’s what gives you that adrenalin rush.
I hope my verses don’t offend, those that are wise,
And know how to use a hard wooden thing,
On a bottom that is bare.
And use it only to sting,
With loving care.

Jankers

The Royal Correction

(A medieval birching ballad)

The King asked the Queen and the Queen asked the Housekeeper
“ Could we have a birching for the cheeky princess?”
The Housekeeper suppressed a laugh, and went and asked the household staff
And everyone responded with a resounding “Yes!!”

The Housekeeper she curtsied, and went and told the Gardener
“ Could we have some birch rods for her lady’s bot?”
The Gard’ner said importantly, “Most definitely, and certainly,
I’ll go away right now to see what wood we’ve got”

The Gardener then scratched his head and went off to his potting shed
To sharpen up his secateurs and pruning shears
He went into the Royal Wood, and underneath the birch trees stood
Looking for the branches which would cause most tears

And when at last he did return, through heather, gorse, and bright green fern
He carried back a bundle of thin birch rods. fresh
He gave them to the housemaid, who on the kitchen table made
Four separate little piles with which to intermesh

She laid them down in a straight line, then bound them tightly with strong twine
Smiling at the thought of what the task was for
All four rods she then did poke, into a bucket for to soak
Then put the pail away behind the larder door

The date was set for Saturday, the day before regatta day
When all the household staff would get together with glee
To watch a cheeky stuck-up belle, who always made their life a hell
Get her over-due come-uppance there for all to see

The naughty princess was informed, and to her father she then stormed
To tell him how ridiculous was his latest plan
But after all he was still King, and he could do most anything
So she must not tell him what he can’t do or can

She’d had her way for far too long, she was outrageously headstrong
And now she must be taught the error of her ways
A damn good thrashing would be served, for it was all that she deserved
A birching she’d remember for the rest of her days

There were no tantrums that-a-day or any day to Saturday
As the naughty little madam was so full of fear
But the palace business it ran well, and it was easy why to tell
Because the staff were very happy and so full of cheer

Then Saturday at half past nine, the staff stood in a quiet line
And marched into the grand regal Reception Hall
The King and Queen sat on their throne, and in the centre all alone
Their cheeky daughter trembled feeling two feet tall

Assisted by her chambermaid the cheeky princess then was laid
Across a leather padded wooden birching horse
Her wrists and ankles then were bound, with leather bindings wrapped around
The timber legs in case she jerked with too much force

Her hair hung down in tresses, and her fine expensive dresses
Were then lifted up and folded to reveal her knicks
Made of finest Chinese silk, shiny white as fresh poured milk
Even these were lowered for the silver birch sticks

The King and Queen looked solemn, as a quiet little column
Of four pageboys came in through the great big double door
Each with a pail of leather, and you could have heard a feather
Fall as they set them down upon the shiny wooden floor

The birch rods they stuck out, like a water bucket’s spout
Tied with pretty ribbons round the silver bark
And then there was a clomping sound, and everybody’s head turned round
As the Sergeant of the Guard entered tall and dark

With a hard stern disposition, he then took up his position
Selected a birch rod and looked up at the King
His majesty just bowed, which meant it was allowed
For the eagerly awaited public flogging to begin

Relieved of its silk and cotton, the pretty snow-white bottom
Was then walloped by the Sergeant with the three foot switch
As the wicked birch rod flew, water, twigs scattered like dew
Watched by members of the household whether poor or rich

And the naughty princess cried, eyes and mouth now open wide
Squirming madly on the leather padded oak horse top
Consumed by awful pain, at her bindings she did strain
Always begging her tormentor to decease and stop

But although she still resisted, the birching it persisted
And her shapely bottom took on such a rosy glow
That her buttocks smooth as cream, now bright red began to gleam
And criss-cross purple scratches added to her woe

When the last stroke had descended, and the punishment was ended
And the broken wooden twigs were back in their pail
The Sergeant stood upright, his brass buttons gleaming bright
And the princes just continued for to howl and wail

The King looked at the Queen and said “Enough of this we’ve seen”
So the Royal couple rose and their departure made
As the poor princess hissed, all the staff were then dismissed
Except for the princesses personal chambermaid

Now the shrew’s ways had been mended, her sore bottom was attended
And her maid released her from the awful horse
She was lifted up and dressed, sobbing tears down her white vest
Filled with feelings of contrition and remorse

And so now the stories over, and the princess lives in Dover
Holding spanking parties for her very closest friends
And if you want to thrash, her at the Dover Bash
Then just supply a horse and over it she bends
By Firefly

Waiting for the Cane.

Dusk falls on a chilly evening,

Sombre shades of winter gloom.

Windows glow with cheerful brightness

From the office typist’s room

Where, in fearful trepidation,

Twenty year-old Sandra Payne

Now presents her soft, bare bottom,

Bending over for the cane.

Had we been a little quicker,

Had we hurried when we’d come,

We’d have seen the preparations

For the whipping of her bum.

Heard the crisp command “Bend over!”

From the pretty, tall Jane Brown,

We’d have seen the short skirt lifted,

And her knickers taken down.

Having bared the soft sweet bottom,

Jane, her supervisor, stands

Smiling at her twitching target,

Bends the cane between her hands.

This is what she’ll get for stealing,

Blaming others, telling lies;

Sandra trembles, and her knickers

Settle further down her thighs.

Sandra’s fingers grip the chair-seat

While the back supports her hips,

Frightening anticipation

Brings a tremor to her lips.

She thought she’d be caned in private!

All her resolution crashed

When she realised we’d be watching

Her bare bottom being thrashed.

Now the cane, across both buttocks,

Taps them gently, firm and slow,

Measuring the soft, fat fullness,

While she whispers: “Please, Jane, no!”

Softly down the darkened window

Falls the steady winter rain.

Softly trembles Sandra’s bottom,

Bending, waiting, for the cane.

David.

Depths

Trembling in my head,
I really need my bed.
It’s life that I fear,
But wait I hold it dear.

So stop your fretting,
Get on, stop regretting.
Things that may not come,
And stop being so glum.

Be happy, live it to the letter,
you have the power to make it better.
Use your mind to your advantage,
And this will become your own vantage.

Don’t dwell on things past,
They are gone and life is vast.
Memories will be with you,
For ever and that’s so true.

Enjoy what the future holds,
Release the sails and folds.
Put your oars in the sea,
And paddle life with glee.

REPRISE

It is funny how nostalgia seems to take away the pain
from the things a schoolboy dreaded, like the slipper and the cane
and after many years have passed one doesn't seem to mind
that Matron pulled your clothing off and smacked your bare behind.
Is it just the fact of growing old that makes one ponder, maybe
that there's nothing really dreadful in being treated like a baby.
Was I so stupid as a child or is it just that adults see
the pleasure to be gained from going over someone's knee.
But...........It was real
and I still feel
the smart and pain
brought by the cane
with every weal
that made me squeal
I hear the swish
yet still I wish
that once again
I'd feel the cane
and I'd rejoice
to hear the voice
of a stern headmistress who would tell me , with a frown
to go and bend across that chair "and take those trousers down!"
" Six of the best for you, my boy!". Heart beating like a drum
I'd bend and feel that stinging cane come down upon my bum.
And once again I'd feel that mix of pleasure and despair
each time I heard that dreadful cane come singing through the air.
And though its wasp-like kiss would make me cringe and flinch with pain
Yet I'd rejoice that I was like that schoolboy once again.
Roddy

Who’s Spanking Me Today?

By Titch

I’m going to get my bottom spanked on that I have no fear, By WHO?, with WHAT? How MANY TIMES? On that I’m not so clear. My friends have been before me and for their mischief paid, was it Justin or was it Paul who tried to do a trade. One thing for sure without a hitch, One of them has SNITCHED on TITCH

Will it be my Aunty Shan who spanks my bottom cos she can, instead of serving me my tea she’ll probably put me across her knee, if something rude I have said she’ll bare my bottom and spank it red and with no supper straight to bed.

It could of course be the Head who wants to see me for what I said, Mz Van’d’Yer is her name and she’s a demon with her Cane. Maybe she’ll spank and use her Tawse and then the Cane without a pause.

I’ve also heard of her from next door, maybe she’ll give me what for. Mrs Hastings is her name and thrashing bad boys is her game. She’s been a widow for many years and I’ve heard she’ll Spank until there’s tears, from Africa she appeared and by the sounds she should be feared.

Could it be WPC Maitland the long arm of the law who gets to leave my bottom sore, in her uniform she looks so nice but she’ll bare your bottom in a trice, she’ll put you bare across her lap and how your bottom she will slap. She’ll have you bending for the Cane and smile so sweetly at your pain.

It could of course be Mrs King at the stable, cos at punishing boys she’s proved so able, trousers down across the hay for your mischief you will pay, using the crop is her thing and Justin says she makes it sting.

Then of course there is the Frau, she’s punished us and Oh boy how! She comes from Germany across the sea and loves to put us over her knee , Frau Derovneb is her name and its with a Cane she got her fame. When you see her bend it double, you know for sure that you’re in trouble.

It doesn’t matter who I see, I know I’ll go across a knee. I know my bottom she will bare and I’ll be crying “Its not fair” that won’t help to save my hide my friends have snitched and some have lied. So when at last I go through her door one thing is certain “MY BOTTOMS SORE”

" Secretary"

Sitting here behind my desk praying I've done my best, 500 words and no mistakes or I'll be staying late tonight . My boss is strict and gives no thanks but make mistakes and how she Spanks, no second chance she's made it plain one mistake and it's the Cane. Last week I made a great big blot and how she tanned my poor bare bot. I said I'd type it all again if she would just not use her Cane. My boss Mz Shan wont stand mistakes she bares my bottom because she can. I've made mistakes while on the phone and my bottom throbbed when going home.

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Visit to the School Nurse

I went to see Old Nurse Jones today and got a nasty shock, it wasn't her sitting there but some bird in a Green Smock, they've put old Jonsy out to grass and gid her job to this new lass, now Jonsy was a nice old girl but this one makes my toes all curl, she's hard and cruel and no ones fool and doesn't take no flack, she said young man for your misdeeds your bottom I will smack.

You see I'd nicked some whiskey and put it in the drink and when the kids started too be ill it caused an awful stink, Miss Brown was pulled up by the cops while driving her old Jag and in the policemans' panda had to blow the bag, she was taken to the station but then they let her go and promised that the culprit would be full of woe.

The new Nurse Mz Van'd'Yer isnt very kind and she had an awful punishment fixed upon her mind, you won't fool me you naughty boy and with my feelings you won't toy, she took me first across her knee to get the full truth out of me, this was followed with two slippers, one Cream and one was White but both caused me to fear my plight, then I got the Paddle and strap after rising from her lap. As if this hadn't caused me enough pain it was over the sofa for the Cane. It's two hours later and with bottom burning the thought of another visit to her as my stomach churning.
by
AL
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Naughty Girl

Come lie yourself across my knee,
your panty clad bottom I wish to see,
My hand will rise and fall fast,
it will hurt but it won't last,
but then another shall fall,
then you won't feel so tall!

Come young lady do as I bid
your mischievousness I shall rid,
bend yourself at your waist,
this will not be over in haste,
I intend to reprimand you well,
until apologies you will tell.

Come girl across my lap
your naughtiness I shall strap,
remove your panties, bottom bare,
such a sight tis' so rare,
a reddened bottom, so smooth,
but that I intend to remove!

Come hither yea' young miss,
this you deserve for your remiss,
your bottom will feel my cane,
perhaps you'll not be cheeky again,
a sting and pain will be felt,
a line shall appear, a welt!

Come to me my little dear,
for I need to cream your rear,
a dozen lines, I do behold,
now you will do as you are told,
I see now that you repent,
all your tears now spent.
by

Miss Shanelle

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Dreamy Discipline
I really wasn’t ready love, you took me by surprise
That guilty looking posture and those soulful pleading eyes
Your body-language spoke to me, the message was quite clear
That what you really needed was my hand across your rear
You turned the chair and wiped it clean and bid me to sit down
Kissed me lightly on my cheek and begged me not to frown

Trembling fingers pushed your trouser buttons through the eyes
Peeled your pants and knickers down below your shapely thighs
Assuming the position with your tummy on my knee
Your shapely smooth twin marble cheeks just smiling up at me
Hands and feet down on the floor, freely flowing hair
Waiting so submissively for spanking on the bare

Oh it was a wondrous sight to see your shapely bum
Beautifully presented, with such pleasures yet to come
You said to me “I’m naughty Sir; pray will you spank me please?”
I took your right cheek in my hand and gave a loving squeeze
A gorgeous bottom bared for me, to spank at your behest
How could I even think about refusing your request?

I slid my left hand ‘neath your blouse, ‘twas resting on your back
Lifted up my right one, which of course began to smack
Left then right then left again, a joyous task to do
To watch your buttocks rippling every time that I spank you
White to pink then pink to red, from cool to warm to hot
A lovely mass of female flesh, your freshly walloped bot

You moaned and groaned, and twisted, writhed, across my muscley thighs
Took your spanking stoically despite those watery eyes
Then at last it ended and I kissed your hot red cheeks
You told me you’d been planning this all through the past three weeks
And so I took you up the stair to sooth you with some cream
Only to awaken there to find it’s just a dream
By Firefly
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Spanking

I am a happy spanker
I’d like to spank your bot
I’d like to take your knickers down
And spank you till you’re hot

I’d like to put you o’er my knee
And feel your nice soft tum
Lift up your skirt and spank your pert
Nice cheeky little bum

I’d like to wear a teacher’s gown
And mortarboard black hat
And give you such a dressing down
As you stand on the mat

I’d like to make you touch your toes
To take six of the cane
Or maybe ten or twelve who knows?
If you can take the pain

And then you go back otk
While I apply some lotion
And sooth that awful sting away
With pure total devotion

I am the happy spanker
Or so the poem goes
Here to bare your lovely bum
And spank away your woes.
by Firefly
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New Year!

The year’s two zero zero six
It’s time for you to drop your knicks
Bare your bum for me to see
Then drape yourself across my knee
Hands and feet down on the floor
Say “Please Sir make my bottom sore
Spank me till I’m hot and red
Then take me to you big soft bed
Rub me with your special cream
Tell me that it’s not a dream
Kiss me with your loving lips
Touch me with your fingertips
Make me fly high as a dove
Hold me close as we make love
Rid me of all doubt and fear
Tell me that you love me dear”
What better way to get our kicks
In the year two zero zero six?
by Firefly
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Christmas Ditty

‘Tis four o’clock on Christmas morn, an inky starlit night
The living room in silence, dark save firelight
The Christmas tree stands in the corner reaching for the ceiling
Christmas pressies underneath, looking so appealing

In flannelette pyjamas, she tiptoes down the stair
Fluffy slippers on her feet and pigtails in her hair
Slipping in the darkened room, kneeling ‘neath the tree
Searching through the pretty gifts, “Which one is for me?”

Alas she cannot find it, “Just where can it be?”
She hears a noise behind her, and turns around to see….
A man in red, with big white beard sat upon a seat
Christmas present in his hand, boots upon his feet

“Is this what you were looking for” he asks her with a smile,
“Yes” she answers guiltily, just like a naughty child,
“But you should be in bed asleep, this is a naughty prank,
Before you get your present you must get a Christmas spank”.

Standing up on shaky legs and feeling two foot three
She walks across to Santa, and bends across his knee
Hands and feet down on the floor, bottom lifted high
“I’m ready for my spanking” she tells him with a sigh

“First we’ll have your pj’s down”, he says, his eyes a twinkle
Then bares her lovely pure white bum, with no trace of a wrinkle
Two silky smooth pale marble orbs are smiling up at him
He strokes them with his big red hand now ready to begin

Smack, smack, smack, his hand comes down, and makes her buttocks dance
“Oooh, ahhhhhhh, Mmmmmmm”, she utters “This is spanking good romance”
She squirms and writhes across his knee, loving every smack
“Oh Santa please keep spanking”, he obliges slap slap crack!!

And then the clock chimes half past six, she wakes up with a smile
Hand inside her pj’s, thinks, “I’ll stay here for a while”
By Firefly

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The Matron

There once was a Matron who worked at a school
Where bums were kept red, and knickers were blue
And all the day long she’d a wonderful view
Of bare bottoms red, and gym knickers blue.

A schoolgirl came calling in obvious pain
And said Oh Matron, I just got the cane
My Form Mistress caught me, talking in class
And made me stay back, to present my bare ass.

I had to bend over, touching my toes
While she watched through her glasses, perched on her nose
Looking down at my shoes, so shiny and black
I felt my school skirt, going over my back.

She lowered my knickers, down over my thighs
My little heart pounded, I screwed up my eyes
My bare bottom quivering, all pimpled and cold
While the mean old dragon, continued to scold

She said I was naughty, a terrible pest
And now she would give me six of the best
With her crook-handled cane, so thin and so whippy
On my trembling bare bum, so cold and so nippy

I held my position, not wanting to cry
As she swung the big cane, and the first stroke did fly
It struck my poor bottom with such terrible force
That I called out in pain, so full of remorse

One Miss I told her, or rather I quivered
And the second stroke was then duly delivered
Two Miss I said, my head in a whirl
This will teach you, you wicked girl

She then administered, strokes three and four
I started to wonder, if I could take more
But I gritted my teeth, and stretched out my knicks
And managed to survive strokes five and six.

So here I am Matron, forlorn at your door
To ask for relief, for my bottom so sore
I know you have cream, so give me a tub
My welts are so swollen, they’re too sore to rub

The Matron looked up at the girl with a smile
And said, There there dear, this may take a while
Come round my desk girl, and lay over my knee
Do take down your knickers so I can look-see

The schoolgirl walked stiffly, still shaking with fright
While Matron sat smiling all starched and white
Her smart cotton apron smoothed over her lap
Ready to deal with any mishap

Come on lets have you , don’t be so shy
Hands on the floor dear, and bottom up high
Skirt uplifted, knickers down
You don’t want to see me, put on a frown

The schoolgirl stepped forward and duly obeyed
And soon her bottom was nicely displayed
Six angry welts all red and raised
That could still be there for days and days.

Out of Matron’s desk, there came a tub
Of special cream, with which to rub
And because it worked, just like a charm
She aptly named it, Matron's Moonbalm

The best thing for a nasty wallop
Is a nice big soothing cold smooth dollop
From the magic tub of Matron’s balm
Applied so expertly with her palm

And so the schoolgirl, ahhh’d and cooed
Bottom bare, but never rude
Grimaces soon, replaced by sighs
As her hips gyrated across Matrons thighs

Then off to bed, with hugs and kisses
In a Dorm full, of little Misses
To dream of porridge, beef, and stew
And bare bottoms red, and knickers blue
Sent in by Firefly
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At the Stables

Madam furious; tapping her whip on the side of the door;
Sweet stable girl in her smelly blue jeans.
Mistakes will happen to everyone,
Punishment are always deserved

Over the straw bale, legs kicking,
Firmly held between Madam's thighs.
Blonde hair flying, cheeks oh! so flushed.
Jeans round her ankles; panties pulled tight.

Riding crops sting and bite hard
Soft pretty bottoms are burning and red
Madam's hand starts to stray and caress,
Sweet little whimpers and sighs.

Caught in the act by the owner,;
Madam and girl fall apart
There in the straw ,
Guilty as charged.

Madam was naked and bound to a pole,
Stable girl beside her legs wide apart.
Crack went the whip,
Marking their shoulders.

Eyes locked together,
Breasts swelling and throbbing,
Two lovers together,
Enjoying their sin.
by Jasmorice
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A Bit of Rough for Madam

My outfit was carefully folded, spread out on the bed,
White French knickers all ruffled and lacy with a ribbon in red.
A basque in dark satin with lace cups to clasp and enfold me,
Gossamer stockings trailed over the quilt, arranged ever so neatly.

Jewels sparkled in the soft perfumed light that shone in the room;
Fabrics so delicate as though they had been carefully spun on a loom,
Were there to tenderly caress and to tease,
All displayed for my delight and to please.

In the mirror I saw my maid standing behind me brushing my hair;
I was naked for her, flesh crinkling a little in the cold night air.
"Madam has been naughty"? the words came like fire.
I tingled and shivered caught in a net of perverted desire.

Spread over her soft silken knees, my legs wide apart,
As the cane came down hard making me tremble and start,
I sweetly surrendered my powdered and pampered posterior
As I delighted in being punished by my social inferior.
by Jasmorice
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Waiting For Aunty

Frothy white petticoats rustle in the afternoon darkness,
Red soft lips swollen and tender caught in the lushness
Of their desire. "Its spanks for you young ladies",
I heard my aunt whisper "or you'll end up in Hades".

I stood watching my cousin, red faced and crying;
Skirt up, legs kicking as her knickers went flying,
Showing her white peachy bottom rounded and soft,
Waiting for Aunty, with her arm held aloft.

My eyes burning, blonde hair framing my reddening face,
Remembering the pleasure, awaiting my disgrace.
Squealing and whimpering - begging and pleading
"Please aunty please you know what I'm needing".
by Jasmorice
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“The Shaming of Lady Jessica”

Lady Jessica’s bottom was feeling quite sore
From wearing no knickers while riding;
And mucking out was a terrible bore
The stable girl needed chiding.

“Come here, Sally Adams”, said Lady Jess,
And Sally walked sulkily over;
“These stables are in quite a dreadful mess”
The Lady proceeded to scold her.

Blonde and petite in sleek jodhpurs and boots,
Her pert behind perched on the saddle,
She glared haughtily down from her stallion, ‘Cahoots’.
“Sally Adams, you’ve been a bad girl”.

Surly and dark, Sally scowled fiercely back;
Lady Jessica blushed, quite astounded;
“You insolent hussy, I’ll give you the sack!”
She announced, as she daintily dismounted.

“I’ve worked like a slave here!” replied Sally Adams;
Scoffed her mistress, “A slave, my arse!”
And Sally thought: why do such posh little madams
Behave just like slinky young tarts?

Two sultry vixens stood face to face in the yard;
Lady Jess gripped her riding whip tightly;
“You know where to shove your job!” yelled Sally, so hard
The Lady’s prim anus twinged slightly.

“Give me the whip and bend over that fence!”
Barked the stable girl, livid with fury;
Now a quivering wreck, the Lady knew it made sense,
And passed Sally the whip demurely.

Then, turning around, she leaned over the fence,
With head down and rear end turned skywards;
White jodhpurs stretched taut, showing bum-cheeks tensed,
Displaying her pretty hindquarters.

From her upside-down view, she saw Sally waiting
With whip poised to strike her pert buttocks;
“How awfully degrading”, she sobbed, “and humiliating
To be horsewhipped by one of my muck-ups!”

With a swish, the whip cracked, and Lady Jess yelped,
“Please treat my bum more respectfully”
But Sally ignored her, for she knew the pain helped
To give pleasure, both physically and mentally.

Indeed, Lady Jessica moaned with delight,
As exquisite sensations flowed through her,
From the seat of her jodhpurs, so smooth and skin-tight,
To her petite, turned-up nose; she cried “Oooh, aaah!”

Through her dangling gold locks, the Lady could see
That a crowd had quietly assembled,
To gape at this saucy spectacle for free,
And her legs and both arse-cheeks trembled.

“Sally, please wait while I pull down my jods”,
Purred the rude Lady Jess, who was panting,
And offered – as long as the whip would be dropped –
Her upturned bare bum for a spanking.

“My dear Lady”, said Sally, “I’ll lay down the whip,
And slap your bare bottom with pleasure!”
The sight of her mistress perched arse over tits
Was one she considered a treasure.

“You toffee-nosed minx!” cried Sally with glee,
As she slapped Lady Jess on her soft buns;
“That will teach you not to be snooty with me;
I’ve spanked classier young female toffs’ bums!”

Lady Jessica’s posh rump, stuck up in the air,
Was clearly beginning to smart;
So embarrassed, the poor girl now wept with despair,
As laughter and cheers filled the yard.

Sally Adams said, “Right, that’s enough for today”,
As she gazed at a bum, sore and red;
Then she took Lady Jess for a roll in the hay,
And by evening they lay curled up in bed.

Count D’Sturges

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Freedom

It is deep, what you want, what you need,

Or so you think What if you succeed?

What if you don’t? Where are you?

Helpless, alone, lost in your soul,

You look for something to make you whole,

You seek, you think you have found,

Or are you still on solid ground!

Is it just fantasy in your life?

For a better place you strife.

Does it really exist inside you ask?

Or has it been sent as a task.

You feel it there, a feared to let it grow,

It may show a side you don’t want to know,

Or a person that hides, whom is not real!

Your portrayal of yourself is so different,

But society made you, twas’ not intent,

You want to be free, to release the real you.

No body to help, no one to give you a clue,

To show the world you are not scared,

A bottom that you wish to be bared,

To admit what makes you smile n glow!

The feeling of a hard spank to skin,

Coursing heat burns upwards within,

Tis’ a strange and wonderful feeling,

Leaving your head and heart reeling,

Deep inside it is what turns you on,

You don’t want that intensity gone,

A pain built, to succumb to pleasure,

Like opening a box to reveal treasure,

A beating within your chest pounds,

To every crack, swish or sounds!

The deepness of a voice, dominating,

Rapture so intense, aura emanating,

He leads you into his own lair,

You bend slowly, over the chair,

Skirt pinned up, panties at your knees,

The cane strokes, up and down, to tease.

Standing, eyes lowered, submissive,

The cane, the stripes, the dismissive,

All add to the burning sensation,

To the height of soaring elation!

Elyse

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OOOPS!

She walks into the room, aware,
he waits, nothing just the stare,
her legs all shaky, she steps fore,
knowing her bottom will be sore,
he tells her off, she has been bad,
a spanking on her bottom clad,
she deserves this for her misdemeanours,
Who was it, who seen us,
they will repay their debt,
for causing all this upset.

Over his knee she suspects,
correct in her assumption the aspect,
it looms nearer with time,
the clock in the hall strikes it's chime,
the hand lands with the first smack,
OOww...it went with such a crack!
The next follows in succession,
her body submits to the depression.

Shanelle

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The Maid

She was bending over the bottom stair,

her rear end turned upward and bare,

with just one look he felt despair,

and caned her bottom for being there.

Anon.

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Cleanliness

Her uniform so crisp and pristine,

prestigious and all clean,

Smoothing down her pleats,

she sat down upon a row of seats.

Waiting for that fateful time,

knowing she would pay for her crime.

Adjusting her tie, it lay straight,

fidgeting, hating the long wait.

Her name bellowed she hears,

jumping to attention close to tears.

Entering the study, with apprehension,

the waiting has caused so much tension.

He reads misdemeanours, from her report,

excuses and futile apologies are sort.

Dismissed with a look and wave of hand,

he beckons her forward to the stand.

Pushing her in the small of her back,

tensing she awaits the first smack.

Shanelle

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DETENTION AT St CRISPIN'S

Thursday evening. Around 5 - pm

6^th form detention. The school gym again

Guilty faces. Stand by the wall

Anxiously waiting. The punishment call

Steely silence. It fills the room

Pensively waiting. Fidgeting gloom

Gym door slams shut. Miss Drake looks so stern

Hair knotted back. Cold eyes that burn

Just 27. Sun- tanned and strong

Short hockey skirt. Beneath it a thong

Strides to the office. No sense of refrain

Flexes and bends. Her thin whippy cane

Stares at her charges. Adjusts black rimmed glasses

Who will be first? Quivering young lasses.

“Jane Betts come here!”. The gym mistress calls

No escape now. She looks down at the floor

Points to the horse. “Bend over it NOW!”

Rebellious thoughts. Bossy old cow

Legs feel like jelly. Eyes well with tears

Pleas to be let off. Falls on deaf ears

Gym slip flipped back. Reveals tight white pants

Miss Drake wastes no time. A dozen hard spanks

All eyes on pink peaches. Speak if you dare

A menacing swish. Slices the air

Cane rests on her panties. A moments respite

Miss Drake takes her aim. A pure delight

A crisp stingy whipper. Bites into her knickers

Breathless and panting. “Please miss oh no!”

Better start counting. You’ve 12 more to go!

A tight baker’s dozen. She howls, kicks and dances

Was that 6 or 7? The cane whips her panties

Pink tramlines appear. Resistance is low

Her bottom’s on fire. The tears start to flow

Pain or pleasure? Confused what she feels

A firm hand then squeezes. Her hot flesh and weals

Her panties are moist. A lesson well learned

Miss Drake peels them down. All heads are turned

The lines are well spaced. She starts to perspire

Deliciously pink. So hot with desire

The burning subsides. A warm afterglow

Completely humiliated. Her pert bum on show

Miss Drake takes command. The feeling of power

“What you need my girl , is a hot soapy shower!”

Lord Benbow

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THE PRICE OF PROMOTION

“Wendy Ford ! Please go to my room”

Mr Rudd thundered - an authorative boom

“You could make the Board, a potential high flyer

but just look at you girl in that saucy attire !!”

Bottom tight skirt cut well above knees

Cleavage low cut, a terrible tease

High heeled black boots, an Italian label

Revealing white top, gold ring in her navel

A hint of black stocking at the top of her thighs

Long straight dark hair ,and deep sultry eyes

“Well then Miss Ford have you thought of your clients?

I think that its time that I taught you compliance!”

“Whatever you say Sir - I presume there’s no choice”

Turned on by the tone and the steel of his voice

“I guess its no more than I richly deserve

I’ll do as you say Sir” - keeping her nerve

“You know the dress code, but you just will not listen

Discipline young lady is what you’ve been missing!

Bend over my desk and raise that wee skirt

I can promise you girl this is going to hurt !”

Stretched right over disk, her feet on tip-toe

Her skirt rides right up, bare thighs on show

Mr Rudd peels the pelmet right back

Smiles to himself- her panties are black

Heart skips a beat as he tries not to swoon

At skin tight black sloggis stretched on her pert moons

Tempation too much – he must take this chance

Raises his hand. The bottom he spanks

She lets out a gasp which turns into a sigh

She lures him on with her submissive eyes

Gets into his rhythm, spanks hard on her seat

Soft Bottom cheeks ,all glowing with heat

She mews and she moans with lust and desire

The spanking continues, Her bottom’s on fire

“Just the beginning, young Wendy Jane

Time that you felt the kiss of my cane !”

Her pulse starts to race for she knows she’s in trouble

The sight of that cane – its almost bent double

Releases its power, just like a coiled spring

Whips into her panties with a hot burning sting

She lets out a shriek which the office girls hear

The second stroke bites and her eyes well with tears

“Oh please sir! Oh no!” she sobs and she prances

A soft rhythmic swish low down on her panties

Legs kick out, soft whimpering squeals

How she can feel those hot burning weals

Her pants are pulled down, six hot stripes on show

The caning is over, her hot moons a- glow

Time to repent . A lesson well learnt

Her bottom received what it truly deserved

What she need now is some cool soothing lotion

A firm loving hand. The price of promotion!

Lord Benbow

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THE SECRETARY (JK’S EFT)

He stares at the letter in stunned disbelief

An unpaid supplier is causing him grief

How can it be ? The invoice unpaid ?

Relationship ruined. The project delayed

Christine hurries in – she can see his concern

Today will be tough. He looks very stern

Picks up his phone. “You’re late! Can I see

the fax to the bank for JK’s EFT!”

Pretty face pale. Butterflies in her tum

Mouth gapes wide open. Hands covering her bum

Oh Heavens ! Oh No ! But what can she say ?

She knows there will be all hell to pay

“I’m ever so sorry, but that day it was hot….

I popped to the loo….and I th, think I forgot!”

“ Then I’m afraid you’re dismissed for I won’t tolerate

Sloppy PA’s who mess up and are LATE !”

“Oh please Mr Jones, I’ve got bills to pay

I’m sure there must be some other way?”

“Well what did I say the last time you screwed up?

Next time you would get your bottom well wupped!”

Hands behind head, leaning right back

“ Come round here girl and bend over my lap !”

Split second decision. She has no real choice

Seductively lured by his masterful voice.

His strong hand smoothes over the crease in her skirt

Her buns warm and soft. Deliciously pert

“Christine I know that one day you will thank me

For you know deep inside that you need a good spanking”

Six hard stinging slaps on the seat of her fesses

“I need this so much “ she mews and confesses

Peels back her skirt. She trembles and quivers

Her moons glowing pink through thin cotton knickers

The spanking continues with disciplined rhythm

Stinging her cheeks into painful submission

Pink turns to red with a warm rosy glow

She moans and she sobs as her pants are pulled low

Wriggles and squirms and her hand flies right back

A twin tailed hot kiss from his punishing strap

“Ooooooooo” she groans “I can’t take any more!

Please Mr Jones, my bottom’s so sore !!”

Last lick of the strap . A kick and a squeal

Fingertips trace her hot tender weals

Is she in heaven or is it a dream ?

Masculine hands massage with cold cream

Soothing her pain. Her legs open wide

She can not explain this feeling inside

A stinging hard slap brings her back to her senses

“We’ve work to do girl, so pull up your panties!

A lesson well learned , hurries back to her chores

Knowing full well she’ll be back for some more

Wipes away tears, a smile and a thank you

“But the pleasure was mine. I needed to spank you!”

Cosmic ! Orgasmic ! … Isn’t it just !!!

Lord Benbow

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THE ALDWYCH HOTEL

She told the man in the Aldwych Hotel

Nothing was stranger than being herself

Then he replied, staring deep in her eyes…..

I can tell you need to be spanked my dear

So you need have no fear

Come lie across my knees

No one will hear

Then he peeled back her skirt

Smiled at her cheeks, so pert

Told her the spanks would hurt

Eyes well with tears

She told the man to go fetch his cane

A hot feline tigress that needs to be tamed

Nothing was said as he flexed the bamboo

The sting, soothes all her guilt away

She knows she has gone astray

Hot tramlines make her pay

Tears of contrition

As she thrusts up her bum

Butterflies in her tum

Hot stripes that make her numb

Melting submission

Alone in her room she hides

As the night goes by on the street outside

She rubs her panties and gently feels

The afterglow of her hot pink weals

She made her home at the Aldwych Hotel

Hot spankings came at the push of a bell

She told the man as he put down the tray

Love was a feel away

Burning hot weals away

She sought it every way

Firm hands on her rear

Then as he turned away

She asked the man to stay

He was there all the day

No one came near

Passers by on the street they heard

The gentle swish as he placed his third

Ecstatic soft moans were all overhead

(And her soft gentle tears)

Anuva from our resident Poem Master .... Lord Benbow

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JEEPERS AND JODHPURS

She flaunts into the stable , tight jodhpurs and boots

His Lordship stands waiting in a pale linen suit

Her feline posturing

Her curves so alluring

Her bottom needs strapping so tight and so cute

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“Come here you young vixen!” (such steel and a stare)

“I’ve watched how you whip your crop hard on my mare!

If you knew how it felt

To have burning hot welts

I’m sure you would show more compassion and care!”

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“So now it’s your turn. Bend over those bales

Its time that you felt a hot sting in your tail!”

Her bottom lip pouts

As she sulkily mounts

Raising her rounds for her masterful male

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The Master returns with his Lochgelly tawse

His hand smoothes her warm peaches, a smile and a pause

The Lord has the knack

A loud splat and a crack

The strap spanks her cheeks with a full blooded force

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The stable girl howls with her pain and anguish

As the tails give her bottom a second sweet kiss

A third, forth and fifth

Gyrations and kicks

A loud sobbing moan and a tearful hiss

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She bends over his lap in knee boots and tight panties

He spanks her hot buns so hard that she dances

She feels such a tramp

For her knickers are damp

She burns with desire for the Master she fancies

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“Now stand in the corner with hands on your head!”

Pants at half mast, moons glow bright red

A lesson well learnt

Sore cheeks that burn

Firm hands rub cold cream and whisper “to bed!”

By our resident Poetry Master ~ Lord Benbow
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THE GYM LESSON

Hauled over the vaulting horse after a fight

Gym skirt pulled back- her knickers are tight

The lesson today is that smokin' dont pay

Her taught pensive cheeks a pure delight

Eyes well with tears-the girl knows her fate

A thin whippy rattan rests full cross her nates

Tweleve of the best should be a stiff test

The cane bites her cheeks and her bottom gyrates

Howls of pain echo from the gym walls

The cane whips her panties-she screams and she balls

Now she can feel six hot burning weals

Her classmates transfixed and completely enthralled

Whips like a metronome deep in her cheeks

Burning hot stripes that will last for a week

Sobs of remorse and she flops on the floor

Hands cling to panties as comfort she seeks

The Mistress is firm steely and dour

Tells them to change for a steaming hot shower

Fingertips trace the burning hot lines

Pains melts to pleasure and feels divine

Yet anuva from Lord Benbow
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Life

Life is far too short, some will say,
me, I believe this is true and right,
you go to and from work each day,
living, existing but you are so uptight!

Don't hold back on what is inside,
doing something you think justifies,
deep down, real feelings, emotions reside,
at the moment you are living lies!

A truth you don't wish to convey,
a hidden depth, a certain plight,
knowledge is how you give it away,
not everything is black and white!

by Shanelle
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Inner Thoughts

Small minded, naive is the outside,
having no understanding of who we are,
of what we need, enjoy, feel inside-
we are the ones' who have come this far.

They live their lives in a cocoon,
trapped in a fantasy in their head,
our next time will come soon,
their's lies, alone in a brain dead.

We act out our's, living it for real,
they work, go home, live an existance,
we enjoy, attest to our bottom deal,
they can't acknowledge, offer resistance.

I ask you all, who is more at peace,
us because we accept what we enjoy?
or them, wanting, begging for release,
seeking, never finding because they are to coy!

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