a spanking poem

[hickorytravail]

A Painful Request

Please mama, I come to you because I’ve been so terribly bad,
The pain in my heart weighs so great, and makes me feel so sad,
I’ve lied to you and stole from you, I’m one very sorry lad,
Finally I realize what I sorely need, deserve, and eager to have.

I need to pay, I need to pray for what I am due and lacking,
A penance that I’ll never forget, so there is no backtracking,
A karmic cleansing, and strict correction with your help I am fervently banking,
That you’ll give me my most just, deserved, severe and thorough spanking.

Yes, my son, I’m glad to see your tearful plea and hear you ply your plight,
And rest assured, without a doubt, I will forthwith set things right,
Your misbehavior I have given a fully rational assessment,
And so decide to grant your wish for a painfully memorable punishment.

So come here now, with bared behind, and lie across my knees,
Prepare for what is to come, the sting of a thousand bees,
I’ve got that paddle that you so rightfully dread, and justifiably fear,
You will soon feel a descent to hellfire, countless swats that will burn and sear.

And so it commenced without delay, a first SWAT, and I recoil,
What have I gotten myself into, such striking pain, my butt is about to broil,
Another SWAT descends, charging my shocked anatomy,
I shudder and shake and tears flow great, the pain has now engulfed me.

Another SWAT, they now descend with, frightfully quick regularity,
My hand reaches back, I can’t take much more, in all contrite sincerity,
But quickly bring it back, because I well know what I would reap so dire,
Such acts without fail bring penalty SWATs, stoking more wood to the fire.


SWAT after SWAT sears my flesh, a time warp of pure agony,
I never should have asked for this SWATting descent into stark and total misery,
What was I thinking, why did I open myself to such a SWATting horrible plight,
As tears flow freely, my howling increasing, every SWAT gives renewed fright.

My chastising SPANKing continues apace without a pause or leniency,
My bated breathing from SWATting frequency, transports my soul to grieving.
I begin to accept what was inevitable, that SWATs are not in vain,
But payment made to cleanse the soul with a stringent purifying pain.

So now my crying has ceased to be a plea for it all to end,
But a resigned whimper, accepting my plight, the SWATs a message to send,
The continued SWATs I now embrace knowing I’m paying the price,
To help me grow and understand to stay away from vice.

Another plane I have now arrived, and hardly noticed the fact,
My swats have stopped, the pain remains, but my soul is no longer racked,
Serene and clean and refreshing free, my punishment has ended my strife,
Thank you, mama, for caring for me, grateful for renewing my life.

[skyhawk]

Very well done. The hope of many a naughty boy.

[hickorytravail]

thank you