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Slowly

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Pull down your panties

Slowly

What’s your hurry, girl?

Are you really so keen

To flash your bare cunt

And the glistening sheen

On your puffy pink lips

Are you really so eager

To reveal the sticky stain

You dribbled in your crotch

As you thought of my hand


Pull down your panties

Slowly

I’m in no hurry

Why, are you really so keen

To have your bare bottom smacked

Will you be a good girl this time?

No squealing or squirming

Or making a scene

Graciously supine

Appreciatively taking

Every slap of my palm


Pull down your panties

Slowly

I’m going to watch you

As you bend at your knees

Spreading your pert cheeks

As your modesty vanishes

No need for secrets

Once over my knee

I’ve seen your everything

A big girl made little

By her sore botty’s blushes


Now give me your panties

Slowly

And open your mouth

.

Image credit:  Reuel Mark Delez

Slowly

image

Pull down your panties

Slowly

What’s your hurry, girl?

Are you really so keen

To flash your bare cunt

And the glistening sheen

On your puffy pink lips

Are you really so eager

To reveal the sticky stain

You dribbled in your crotch

As you thought of my hand


Pull down your panties

Slowly

I’m in no hurry

Why, are you really so keen

To have your bare bottom smacked

Will you be a good girl this time?

No squealing or squirming

Or making a scene

Graciously supine

Appreciatively taking

Every slap of my palm


Pull down your panties

Slowly

I’m going to watch you

As you bend at your knees

Spreading your pert cheeks

As your modesty vanishes

No need for secrets

Once over my knee

I’ve seen your everything

A big girl made little

By her sore botty’s blushes


Now give me your panties

Slowly

And open your mouth

.

Image credit:  Reuel Mark Delez

Incantations

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All I ever am are words

Pretty pixels on a screen

Sequences of subtle strings

That buzz across the world so wide

Until avidly consumed by eager eyes

To be slowly sown so deep inside

Your sophisticated mind

It was you who built the fantasy

I only told you where to look

You who made it throb so vividly

Breathing life into my text

Unknowing what you’d imagine next

Yet all I’ll ever be are words

Incantations in a magic book

Incantations

image

All I ever am are words

Pretty pixels on a screen

Sequences of subtle strings

That buzz across the world so wide

Until avidly consumed by eager eyes

To be slowly sown so deep inside

Your sophisticated mind

It was you who built the fantasy

I only told you where to look

You who made it throb so vividly

Breathing life into my text

Unknowing what you’d imagine next

Yet all I’ll ever be are words

Incantations in a magic book

Ten

Stern words
Softly spoken
Just loud enough
For passers-by to hear
Naughty brat!
Just you wait
‘Til we get home…

Not such a big girl now?
Led home by the hand
Footsteps stuttering
Tummy fluttering
Silently uttering
Internally muttering

I know how you love
Acting up in public
Challenging my presence
You also know the price
Of bratty disobedience
Taken straight home for
A little corrective adventure
Ten different spankings
All around the house


The front door clicks shut
I don’t know why you’re smirking, Missy
You may go to the living room
And get undressed
Nose in the naughty corner
And wait for me

I watch you from the doorway
Stroking and fondling
Your bare bottom cheeks
Soon to be stinging
Sore and pink
And peeping out from in between
Those cute round globes
Your plug’s gleaming glint
No doubt the origin of today’s
Display of bratty pique


Our spanking odyssey shall begin
Now, right here on the sofa
My strict finger beckons
Come hither, minx…

You drift slowly towards me
Chastely covering your
Stiff tits and smooth bare mound
One last coquettish act of innocence
Bending over with
A martyr’s grace

I lift my palm and let it fall
And feel you flinch as
It lands upon your flesh
Again, and again, until
A pretty pink blush begins
To seep across your pristine skin
One


Now, up you get, young lady
I expect to find you in the dining room
On the table
On your hands and knees

I wonder would our guests believe
That you get punished where they eat?
You hear this scratchy rustling sound
That’s me pulling out my leather belt
It stings so cruelly, yet
Still you push out for more
Which I reward by tugging your plug

To turn your whimpers into moans
Two


Report to my study, girl
You may stand facing the bookcase
In silent contemplation
I’ll be along to deal with you soon

Did you notice the wooden ruler
Awaiting your arrival on my desk?
You know the fate of naughty schoolgirls
Sent to the headmaster for their sins
Now bend over and touch your toes
Cool wood rubs against your cheeks
Then your little dance begins
Writhing as your bottom’s whacked
Three


I know you want to rub
You fiery ache away
But not yet, girl
I grasp your wrist

As we jog along the hallway
You see the plastic shoehorn
Carelessly discarded on the floor
Or maybe even deliberately placed
You try to pull away, this won’t do
Hands on knees, bottom out
You’ll find the little curvy strip
Slaps and smacks delightfully
Four


The kitchen is our destination
From the fridge I fetch
An uncut melon, placing it
In a wooden chair’s dimpled seat

Now straddle it, girl
Sit and feel its chilly skin
Cool and soothe your burning bum
And aching slit

I’ve a new recipe for you to try
Ah, the crucial ingredient
A wooden spatula
Lift your feet from off the floor
Place them on your wooden seat
So you can grind against
Your cold green mound
Sliding up and down
The clammy sticky slick that seeps
And flows with every spank
Five


Now, go wait for me on the patio
I don’t care if the neighbours see
I’m going to get the slappy paddle
No, I don’t care if the neighbours hear

Why so bashful now, girl?
Earlier you seemed so keen
To make a very public scene
If the loud paddle smacks
Betray your naughtiness
Attracting eyes to spy upon
Your bare pink nakedness
That’s just too bad
Six


Go to the guest bedroom
I want to find you on the bed
Head down, bum up, legs spread
Ready for your bottom inspection

I arrive and pluck the silver plug
From your little gaping hole
Let me massage your sore pink cheeks
And scrutinise how wet you are
Soaking wet! You filthy girl!
Slide a finger deep into your bum
And keep it in as this ebony hairbrush
Metes out your just deserts
Seven


You may stay there, young lady
And hold your throbbing bum apart
Listening to distant splashes and gurgles
As I run a bath for you

Then I take your hand, and lead you
Towards a cloud of fragrant steamy wisps
Bathtime for you, you dirty minx
A thorough rubbing following every curve
An intimate cleansing of your stickiness
Then a lesson with the bathbrush
A reminder of how much more
A wet bum stings
Eight


Stand up straight, girl
For the fluffy towel’s embrace
That rubs and swabs and tickles
Every tender crevice

Then I ask: which room next my dear?
You answer me with eager eyes
Tugging my hand towards our bedroom

You halt, seeing the flogger on the bed
Lie down, my dear, you must be tired
Lift your legs up, show me everything
The kiss of a dozen suede lashes
Is going to sting your pretty slit
Nine


I won’t be needing these anymore
You watch my clothing slither to the floor
With a hungry longing stare
Our little adventure all around the house
Very exciting for us both, it seems
Now kneel on the bed for me, my dear
And spread your wanton cunt apart
I promised you ten

Feel my palm smack against your arse
Then something hard between your slit
Slap. Moan. Thrust
Gasp. Spank. Thrust
I hope you’ve learned your lesson now
Obedience is its own reward
And good girls say the magic word
You’re so close now

Will it be a whack
Or a thrust
That’s the one
That makes you come?
Ten

@spankingtheatre 2016

Ten

Stern words
Softly spoken
Just loud enough
For passers-by to hear
Naughty brat!
Just you wait
‘Til we get home…

Not such a big girl now?
Led home by the hand
Footsteps stuttering
Tummy fluttering
Silently uttering
Internally muttering

I know how you love
Acting up in public
Challenging my presence
You also know the price
Of bratty disobedience
Taken straight home for
A little corrective adventure
Ten different spankings
All around the house


The front door clicks shut
I don’t know why you’re smirking, Missy
You may go to the living room
And get undressed
Nose in the naughty corner
And wait for me

I watch you from the doorway
Stroking and fondling
Your bare bottom cheeks
Soon to be stinging
Sore and pink
And peeping out from in between
Those cute round globes
Your plug’s gleaming glint
No doubt the origin of today’s
Display of bratty pique


Our spanking odyssey shall begin
Now, right here on the sofa
My strict finger beckons
Come hither, minx…

You drift slowly towards me
Chastely covering your
Stiff tits and smooth bare mound
One last coquettish act of innocence
Bending over with
A martyr’s grace

I lift my palm and let it fall
And feel you flinch as
It lands upon your flesh
Again, and again, until
A pretty pink blush begins
To seep across your pristine skin
One


Now, up you get, young lady
I expect to find you in the dining room
On the table
On your hands and knees

I wonder would our guests believe
That you get punished where they eat?
You hear this scratchy rustling sound
That’s me pulling out my leather belt
It stings so cruelly, yet
Still you push out for more
Which I reward by tugging your plug

To turn your whimpers into moans
Two


Report to my study, girl
You may stand facing the bookcase
In silent contemplation
I’ll be along to deal with you soon

Did you notice the wooden ruler
Awaiting your arrival on my desk?
You know the fate of naughty schoolgirls
Sent to the headmaster for their sins
Now bend over and touch your toes
Cool wood rubs against your cheeks
Then your little dance begins
Writhing as your bottom’s whacked
Three


I know you want to rub
You fiery ache away
But not yet, girl
I grasp your wrist

As we jog along the hallway
You see the plastic shoehorn
Carelessly discarded on the floor
Or maybe even deliberately placed
You try to pull away, this won’t do
Hands on knees, bottom out
You’ll find the little curvy strip
Slaps and smacks delightfully
Four


The kitchen is our destination
From the fridge I fetch
An uncut melon, placing it
In a wooden chair’s dimpled seat

Now straddle it, girl
Sit and feel its chilly skin
Cool and soothe your burning bum
And aching slit

I’ve a new recipe for you to try
Ah, the crucial ingredient
A wooden spatula
Lift your feet from off the floor
Place them on your wooden seat
So you can grind against
Your cold green mound
Sliding up and down
The clammy sticky slick that seeps
And flows with every spank
Five


Now, go wait for me on the patio
I don’t care if the neighbours see
I’m going to get the slappy paddle
No, I don’t care if the neighbours hear

Why so bashful now, girl?
Earlier you seemed so keen
To make a very public scene
If the loud paddle smacks
Betray your naughtiness
Attracting eyes to spy upon
Your bare pink nakedness
That’s just too bad
Six


Go to the guest bedroom
I want to find you on the bed
Head down, bum up, legs spread
Ready for your bottom inspection

I arrive and pluck the silver plug
From your little gaping hole
Let me massage your sore pink cheeks
And scrutinise how wet you are
Soaking wet! You filthy girl!
Slide a finger deep into your bum
And keep it in as this ebony hairbrush
Metes out your just deserts
Seven


You may stay there, young lady
And hold your throbbing bum apart
Listening to distant splashes and gurgles
As I run a bath for you

Then I take your hand, and lead you
Towards a cloud of fragrant steamy wisps
Bathtime for you, you dirty minx
A thorough rubbing following every curve
An intimate cleansing of your stickiness
Then a lesson with the bathbrush
A reminder of how much more
A wet bum stings
Eight


Stand up straight, girl
For the fluffy towel’s embrace
That rubs and swabs and tickles
Every tender crevice

Then I ask: which room next my dear?
You answer me with eager eyes
Tugging my hand towards our bedroom

You halt, seeing the flogger on the bed
Lie down, my dear, you must be tired
Lift your legs up, show me everything
The kiss of a dozen suede lashes
Is going to sting your pretty slit
Nine


I won’t be needing these anymore
You watch my clothing slither to the floor
With a hungry longing stare
Our little adventure all around the house
Very exciting for us both, it seems
Now kneel on the bed for me, my dear
And spread your wanton cunt apart
I promised you ten

Feel my palm smack against your arse
Then something hard between your slit
Slap. Moan. Thrust
Gasp. Spank. Thrust
I hope you’ve learned your lesson now
Obedience is its own reward
And good girls say the magic word
You’re so close now

Will it be a whack
Or a thrust
That’s the one
That makes you come?
Ten

@spankingtheatre 2016

Pursuit

The climax you seek 

Is not idly waiting to be discovered

Between your legs

Is not rubbed and revealed 

Like some ancient desert lamp

The ending you crave 

Must be chased

Hunted across imagination’s map

Breathlessly pursued ‘til

You are panting and sore

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.

One Summer Night

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…

 

Whilst you stand naked, by the window

I watch our neighbours’ curtains twitch

Peeping at your glorious silhouette

How your figure must make their crotches itch

 

Meanwhile a laptop glows on my naked lap

As I write a post about our game

Soon you’ll see how hard it makes me

To tell the world about your shame

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