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Daddy Christmas

Daddy Christmas is coming soon

Red coat, black boots and wooden spoon

At the foot of my bed I’ve left his treats

A drink, a carrot and some sweets

A carved finger of ginger also exists

Just in case I’m on his naughty list

But Daddy Christmas, I’ve been so good!

And done everything a good girl should

Between my legs I’m smooth and bare

You can inspect me on the spanking chair

Oh Daddy Christmas please!

Warm my bum against the winter chill

Let me feel that tingly visceral thrill

Of your firm hand across my cheeks

I only wish it lasted weeks

Spank me under the twinkling lights

I so wish you’d visit every night

Spank my bare bottom until I glow

I need this like you’ll never know

Goodness! 

Daddy Christmas! 

Here so soon!

Standing in my own bedroom!

You’ve caught me with my fingers wet!

Yes I know what naughty girls must get

Oh Daddy Christmas

Please make my naughty bottom red

I kneel face down upon my bed

Bare bottom raised with legs well spread

Salacious thoughts buzzing through my head

A wooden spoon against my bum

My festive fun has just begun

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@spankingtheatre 2019

Wishing you all love and every happiness!

Thunderstorm

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When clouds above are dark and heavy

And the soggy air a smothering fug

When the first low rumbles echo in our ears

And tremble deep inside our tums

That’s when we share it

Just a glance, then without a word

We drop our clothes right where we stand

A puddle of garments left behind

As if we’d melted in the sultry heat

Hips sashaying as you recede

Just as the first raindrops splatter down

Bursting joyously on your naked skin

How I want to stay and stand and stare

At my cherished porcelain beauty

Now so vibrantly luminous

Under these drab battleship skies

But, I must go, and fetch the cane

Heavier drops patter on my head

As all around, the treetops writhe

Following footsteps in the cool lush grass

Until I find you waiting at the garden’s end

Already bent over the gazebo rail

Your slender legs spread so expectantly

Staring out across the golden fields

Glowing still under glowering skies

Witness the tempest’s dark stain spread

Across the sky, amid the clouds

As milk might spill into a pond

Feel the prickle of expectation

Your lover’s breath upon your neck

My fingers wet, despite our shelter

I know you love to be caned in thunderstorms

To yell your soul at the angry skies

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Leading Lady

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Come be my leading lady

I’ve a one-off erotic drama

Improvised and unscripted

Created just for you

Don’t worry, I’ll direct things

No need to learn the words

Or justify your filthiness

I know what you can’t express

There’s no shame upon this stage

Turn your mind off, and just be

Nor any need for rolling cameras

My keen blue eyes see further

Than any lens of glass can see

Peering deep inside to glimpse

That secret side

You love to hide

Come star in my performance

I need only one

Be my focus of attention

Be the centre of the sun

Just Words

A well-read girl

Needs no pictures

Just a beautiful mind

A coy and subtle intelligence

Can conjure forth the filthiest treats

Come hither reader

Stoke your feverish fantasies

Stroke the page

Animate those words

And make them real

Writing Lines

Writing lines.

Writing lines.

Writing lines.

Lines enough until your tendons ache

Until your throbbing muscles quake

And your haughty brattiness starts to break

Writing lines upon a cold hard stool

In your old uniform feeling quite the fool

You didn’t think I’d be so cruel

To recreate a scene from school

Where better to learn the golden rule

Writing as your pussy drools

I dictated the first line before I left

First eagerly scribbled with a tingling cleft

Only now you realise your labours’ heft

Nib scrawling dutifully across the page

As each line begins to take an age

On a silly little desk just like a cage

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

Again and again and again and again

With each line echoing inside your brain

Wondering if I’ve gone to fetch the cane

Imagining the searing whacky stingy pain

The wait could drive a girl insane

Yet somehow never quite complain 

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

I deserve a good hard spanking on my bare bottom

Yes, I want you to sit in silent grind

Pushing all else from your noisy mind

You’ll come to realise my discipline is kind

Why I wait until you’re quite resigned

In a scene so carefully refined

Everything as I’ve designed

All alone with the scratchy scrabble of your pen

As an achy moistness seeps and soaks,

And then

I return

To see your tired slouch instantly transform

An attentive pupil with a straightened back

How manners improve before a thwack

Blushing pink so radiantly

You offer your page obsequiously

Your fate now fixed in cursive swirls

Yes, young lady

You do deserve a good hard spanking

A good hard spanking on your bare little bottom

Stand up.

Come here.

Look at me.

Now.

Bend over.

I am going to lift your skirt

And pull your clammy panties down

I trust there won’t even be a frown

Instead I’ll see your pretty pink lips agape

Glistening like a little mouth surprised

Yet you know exactly what’s to come

A single phrase that must be done

Please Sir

You admit unbidden

I deserve

A good hard spanking

On my bare bottom

spankingtheatre 2018

One Summer Night

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Image: Voyeur or Exhibitionist by Andi Kunar (via breathtakingportaits).

 

Across the street I’m sure I saw

A curtain twitch, a glimpse of light

Curious eyes secretly peering

Spies in a sticky summer night

 

Our neighbours must have heard us, dear

Bare bum spankings do result in quite a din

Slaps and moans echo all around

And an open window can’t keep a whacking in

 

There’s nothing to stop our lurid sounds

I see every nearby window is agape

Admitting cool night air to ventilate

And naughty sounds behind our drapes

 

Listen dear, can you hear that buzz?

Liz from number 8 is wanking over your disgrace

Slowly riding her old noisy vibe

Whilst wishing she was in your place

 

Ah, now I can hear next-door’s rocking squeaks

Roger timing his thrusts to my every smack

The sound of spanking clearly turns them on

His wife moans moments after every whack

 

Can you hear that coming from number 12?

Sounds like Sarah’s getting her bottom tanned

I wonder if we’ve turned her bottom pink too

Inspiring her to bend before her husband’s hand

 

Suddenly I’m the conductor of our cul-de-sac

A symphony of spanks and gasps and cries

A melody of buzzes, squeaks and moans

Stiffening the behind-the-curtain spies

 

Are you proud of what you’ve inspired?

I see your performance has made you soaking wet

Up from my knee, you naughty minx

Don’t dare think I’m finished yet…

 

Keep reading

The welcome return of hot sultry weather.

All the more reason to shed one’s clothes, don’t you think?

Reading Magic

Magic spells

Buzzing brain

Tingling slit

A messy stain

Racing heart as nipples stiffen

Greedily consuming what was written

Little gasps as pupils widen

Rubbing and plunging

Fingers conjuring

A breathlessly

Climactic

Ending

Slip

The lips of her slit

Betray secrets

The lips of her mouth

Would never let slip

I want your beautiful mind

Your coy and subtle intelligence

Your filthy imagination filled

Feverish with fantasies

Come hither reader

Stroke the page

Conjure the words and make them real

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