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sexfairy-princess:

Today, I had the absolute pleasure of recording a reading of The Waterwheel by @spankingtheatre.

I enjoyed doing this immensely, I hope you enjoy it half as much. Thank you!

Another big thank you to the lovely @sexfairy-princess​ for recording this wonderful reading of my poem Waterwheel. And with commendable attention to detail, what you can hear in the background is a fast stream trickling and gurgling, and a waterwheel gently turning…

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Wouldn’t you like your very own waterwheel?

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

I flex and swish the whippy rod

How funny it was once just a stem

One among millions in a jungle faraway

Forged by rays of a steamy sun

Nourished by deluges of savage storms

Yet somehow its destiny was to be cut

And lovingly fashioned into an implement

Of punishment and pleasure

You arch your back to receive my cane

Each sky-flash prompting me to swing

The whack still searing on your cheeks

As the thunder booms inside our skulls

And all around is pelted too

A chaos of tumultuous torrents reigns

Your bottom stings as nature bellows

Beauty’s gasp after thunder’s roar

Filigree forks of brilliant light

Giant cloudy lanterns glow

How strange to think

Your fate has been dictated by

Collisions of innumerable water drops

Clashing far above at dizzying heights

Til their tumult erupts in a sudden blaze

Setting fire to your behind

Come, nature girl

Let us dance beneath the soothing rain

Let us feel its cool caress

Let it soothe your aching flesh

Tiny streams trickle down your skin

Flowing to the valley between your mounds

There to mingle with your own sweet spring

From which, I very soon shall sup

True serenity is not silence

Under sunny skies

But the peace we find

Amid the storm

@spankingtheatre, summer 2016

This is discipline. Made in England.

Bend over my desk please, spread your legs.

My vintage ruler perfect, even after all these years.

For spanking bare bottoms. 

Of the luckiest naughty girls.

This is discipline. Made in England.

Bend over my desk please, spread your legs.

My vintage ruler perfect, even after all these years.

For spanking bare bottoms. 

Of the luckiest naughty girls.

New Year Resolution

Friday afternoon in an office, everywhere.

First full week back, meandering to a close.

Seasonal festivities now seem so long ago.

Yet something’s different. Something kinky.

Have a look – discretely, please.

Can you see the subtle signs?

 

For instance…

Why is he grasping his phone so close?

Hiding the screen from eyes that might pry.

Covertly texting his wife no doubt.

Be naked when I get home.

Their new year resolution. Friday Fun Nights.

Bet she can’t wait to hear him come.

 

Yes, keep looking.

Why does that lady keep tugging down her skirt?

Perhaps he dared her to go in today knickerless.

She did pop to the lavatory regularly today.

Maybe to lift her skirt, to send pictures of her secret shame.

Did he grant permission to play with herself?

Or does he want her wet and horny when he gets home?

Ready for the bare bum spanking her naughtiness earned.

 

Wait, there’s even more for those who see.

Why is that lady squirming in her seat?

Did she choose to wear her Christmas present today?

No, not the cashmere, the other one.

The one that sparkles, yet was never meant to see the light.

The little plug. Pushed into her bottom before she left the house.

So she’ll meet her lover with her knickers soaked.

 

Yes, now you see. It all makes sense.

All those furtive looks and skittish walks.

The working week is almost over.

But the weekend’s fun has just begun…

Make your new year resolution:

Erotic Bliss.

New Year Resolution

Friday afternoon in an office, everywhere.

First full week back, meandering to a close.

Seasonal festivities now seem so long ago.

Yet something’s different. Something kinky.

Have a look – discretely, please.

Can you see the subtle signs?

For instance…

Why is he grasping his phone so close?

Hiding the screen from eyes that might pry.

Covertly texting his wife no doubt.

Be naked when I get home.

Their new year resolution. Friday Fun Nights.

Bet she can’t wait to hear him come.

Yes, keep looking.

Why does that lady keep tugging down her skirt?

Perhaps he dared her to go in today knickerless.

She did pop to the lavatory regularly today.

Maybe to lift her skirt, to send pictures of her secret shame.

Did he grant permission to play with herself?

Or does he want her wet and horny when he gets home?

Ready for the bare bum spanking her naughtiness earned.

Wait, there’s even more for those who see.

Why is that lady squirming in her seat?

Did she choose to wear her Christmas present today?

No, not the cashmere, the other one.

The one that sparkles, yet was never meant to see the light.

The little plug. Pushed into her bottom before she left the house.

So she’ll meet her lover with her knickers soaked.

Yes, now you see. It all makes sense.

All those furtive looks and skittish walks.

The working week is almost over.

But the weekend’s fun has just begun…

Make your new year resolution:

Erotic Bliss.

What would you do if I knocked on your door and told you I’d been a very naughty girl?

Oh really?

Well, do come in.

Will you join me for a cup of tea?

Here, please sit down.

So, what’s all this about being a very naughty girl?

Tell me, everything.

Oh, I see.

Goodness me.

Such smutty misbehaviours.

I see your hands are trembling.

And your chest is heaving.

You seem to have found your little confession rather exciting.

Is this what you like to read about?

Imagining yourself knocking on the headmaster’s door.

That walk of shame up to his desk.

Head bowed, hands crossed coyly at your waist.

Is that what excites you?

The act of confession.

Exposing your conscience.

The relief of revealing your intimate secrets.

Or what comes afterwards?

I think you know what happens to naughty girls.

 

The Waterwheel

Repost: a poem of midsummer mischief

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Naughty me, I’m quite undressed

Soft lush grass, bare feet caressed

A sunlit stroll, by gleaming brook

Down to my secret spanking nook…

Read More →

Lucky Dip

Lost in a seemingly endless bookshop.

Yet what was it that drew you here?

Did chance halt you amongst the spanking books?

Your eager eyes scan the shelves.

Here dwell poems, stories and confessions.

Each silently calling:

Pick me. Choose me. Read me.

I’ll arouse your mind.

I’ll fill your imagination and feed your dreams.

Your hand reaches out.

And plucks one at random… 

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