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
I know the secret
I know why spanking thrills you so
I can feel it thrum against my fingertips
When I put you across my knee
And grip your flailing hand behind your back
I feel the echoes of your racing heart
Pulsing as I hold your wrist
Kicking feet primed to fight or flight
Liquid fire surging through your veins
Until you pant in ragged gasps
Yet, you could be in the bath right now
Soaking in a cosy foamy dream
In some soft focus cartoon of femininity
But I know how your body really works
There’s a time for nice, and a time for pain
A delicious throbbing kind of sore
Where each smack adds more powder to the keg
And polishes your lips to a glistening sheen
A disciplinarian understands the rush’s power
A naughty girl is made to wait for what she deserves
Marinating in the hormone of shame and dread
Anxiously maturing like the finest wine
Already imagining the first whacks across your bum
A thundering heart making your whole body glow
Until, at last, I pull your panties down
To reveal your shimmering silver flow
A hot palm rests
Upon your quivering cheeks
I know your secret
How spanking really turns you on
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
.
.
.
Wishing you all love and every happiness!
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
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
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.
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
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…
The welcome return of hot sultry weather.
All the more reason to shed one’s clothes, don’t you think?
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
Spanking Theatre 