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Waiting for the Cane. Dusk falls on a chilly evening, Sombre shades of winter gloom. Windows glow with cheerful brightness From the office typist’s room Where, in fearful trepidation, Twenty year-old Sandra Payne Now presents her soft, bare bottom, Bending over for the cane. Had we been a little quicker, Had we hurried when we’d come, We’d have seen the preparations For the whipping of her bum. Heard the crisp command “Bend over!” From the pretty, tall Jane Brown, We’d have seen the short skirt lifted, And her knickers taken down. Having bared the soft sweet bottom, Jane, her supervisor, stands Smiling at her twitching target, Bends the cane between her hands. This is what she’ll get for stealing, Blaming others, telling lies; Sandra trembles, and her knickers Settle further down her thighs. Sandra’s fingers grip the chair-seat While the back supports her hips, Frightening anticipation Brings a tremor to her lips. She thought she’d be caned in private! All her resolution crashed When she realised we’d be watching Her bare bottom being thrashed. Now the cane, across both buttocks, Taps them gently, firm and slow, Measuring the soft, fat fullness, While she whispers: “Please, Jane, no!” Softly down the darkened window Falls the steady winter rain. Softly trembles Sandra’s bottom, Bending, waiting, for the cane. David.

REPRISE It is funny how nostalgia seems to take away the pain from the things a schoolboy dreaded, like the slipper and the cane and after many years have passed one doesn't seem to mind that Matron pulled your clothing off and smacked your bare behind. Is it just the fact of growing old that makes one ponder, maybe that there's nothing really dreadful in being treated like a baby. Was I so stupid as a child or is it just that adults see the pleasure to be gained from going over someone's knee. But...........It was real and I still feel the smart and pain brought by the cane with every weal that made me squeal I hear the swish yet still I wish that once again I'd feel the cane and I'd rejoice to hear the voice of a stern headmistress who would tell me , with a frown to go and bend across that chair "and take those trousers down!" " Six of the best for you, my boy!". Heart beating like a drum I'd bend and feel that stinging cane come down upon my bum. And once again I'd feel that mix of pleasure and despair each time I heard that dreadful cane come singing through the air. And though its wasp-like kiss would make me cringe and flinch with pain Yet I'd rejoice that I was like that schoolboy once again. Roddy

Who’s Spanking Me Today? By Titch I’m going to get my bottom spanked on that I have no fear, By WHO?, with WHAT? How MANY TIMES? On that I’m not so clear. My friends have been before me and for their mischief paid, was it Justin or was it Paul who tried to do a trade. One thing for sure without a hitch, One of them has SNITCHED on TITCH Will it be my Aunty Shan who spanks my bottom cos she can, instead of serving me my tea she’ll probably put me across her knee, if something rude I have said she’ll bare my bottom and spank it red and with no supper straight to bed. It could of course be the Head who wants to see me for what I said, Mz Van’d’Yer is her name and she’s a demon with her Cane. Maybe she’ll spank and use her Tawse and then the Cane without a pause. I’ve also heard of her from next door, maybe she’ll give me what for. Mrs Hastings is her name and thrashing bad boys is her game. She’s been a widow for many years and I’ve heard she’ll Spank until there’s tears, from Africa she appeared and by the sounds she should be feared. Could it be WPC Maitland the long arm of the law who gets to leave my bottom sore, in her uniform she looks so nice but she’ll bare your bottom in a trice, she’ll put you bare across her lap and how your bottom she will slap. She’ll have you bending for the Cane and smile so sweetly at your pain. It could of course be Mrs King at the stable, cos at punishing boys she’s proved so able, trousers down across the hay for your mischief you will pay, using the crop is her thing and Justin says she makes it sting. Then of course there is the Frau, she’s punished us and Oh boy how! She comes from Germany across the sea and loves to put us over her knee , Frau Derovneb is her name and its with a Cane she got her fame. When you see her bend it double, you know for sure that you’re in trouble. It doesn’t matter who I see, I know I’ll go across a knee. I know my bottom she will bare and I’ll be crying “Its not fair” that won’t help to save my hide my friends have snitched and some have lied. So when at last I go through her door one thing is certain “MY BOTTOMS SORE” ******************************************************************

" Secretary"

Sitting here behind my desk praying I've done my best, 500 words and no mistakes or I'll be staying late tonight . My boss is strict and gives no thanks but make mistakes and how she Spanks, no second chance she's made it plain one mistake and it's the Cane. Last week I made a great big blot and how she tanned my poor bare bot. I said I'd type it all again if she would just not use her Cane. My boss Mz Shan wont stand mistakes she bares my bottom because she can. I've made mistakes while on the phone and my bottom throbbed when going home.

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Visit to the School Nurse

I went to see Old Nurse Jones today and got a nasty shock, it wasn't her sitting there but some bird in a Green Smock, they've put old Jonsy out to grass and gid her job to this new lass, now Jonsy was a nice old girl but this one makes my toes all curl, she's hard and cruel and no ones fool and doesn't take no flack, she said young man for your misdeeds your bottom I will smack.

You see I'd nicked some whiskey and put it in the drink and when the kids started too be ill it caused an awful stink, Miss Brown was pulled up by the cops while driving her old Jag and in the policemans' panda had to blow the bag, she was taken to the station but then they let her go and promised that the culprit would be full of woe.

The new Nurse Mz Van'd'Yer isnt very kind and she had an awful punishment fixed upon her mind, you won't fool me you naughty boy and with my feelings you won't toy, she took me first across her knee to get the full truth out of me, this was followed with two slippers, one Cream and one was White but both caused me to fear my plight, then I got the Paddle and strap after rising from her lap. As if this hadn't caused me enough pain it was over the sofa for the Cane. It's two hours later and with bottom burning the thought of another visit to her as my stomach churning.
by
AL
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Naughty Girl

Come lie yourself across my knee,
your panty clad bottom I wish to see,
My hand will rise and fall fast,
it will hurt but it won't last,
but then another shall fall,
then you won't feel so tall!

Come young lady do as I bid
your mischievousness I shall rid,
bend yourself at your waist,
this will not be over in haste,
I intend to reprimand you well,
until apologies you will tell.

Come girl across my lap
your naughtiness I shall strap,
remove your panties, bottom bare,
such a sight tis' so rare,
a reddened bottom, so smooth,
but that I intend to remove!

Come hither yea' young miss,
this you deserve for your remiss,
your bottom will feel my cane,
perhaps you'll not be cheeky again,
a sting and pain will be felt,
a line shall appear, a welt!

Come to me my little dear,
for I need to cream your rear,
a dozen lines, I do behold,
now you will do as you are told,
I see now that you repent,
all your tears now spent.
by

Miss Shanelle

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Dreamy Discipline
I really wasn’t ready love, you took me by surprise
That guilty looking posture and those soulful pleading eyes
Your body-language spoke to me, the message was quite clear
That what you really needed was my hand across your rear
You turned the chair and wiped it clean and bid me to sit down
Kissed me lightly on my cheek and begged me not to frown

Trembling fingers pushed your trouser buttons through the eyes
Peeled your pants and knickers down below your shapely thighs
Assuming the position with your tummy on my knee
Your shapely smooth twin marble cheeks just smiling up at me
Hands and feet down on the floor, freely flowing hair
Waiting so submissively for spanking on the bare

Oh it was a wondrous sight to see your shapely bum
Beautifully presented, with such pleasures yet to come
You said to me “I’m naughty Sir; pray will you spank me please?”
I took your right cheek in my hand and gave a loving squeeze
A gorgeous bottom bared for me, to spank at your behest
How could I even think about refusing your request?

I slid my left hand ‘neath your blouse, ‘twas resting on your back
Lifted up my right one, which of course began to smack
Left then right then left again, a joyous task to do
To watch your buttocks rippling every time that I spank you
White to pink then pink to red, from cool to warm to hot
A lovely mass of female flesh, your freshly walloped bot

You moaned and groaned, and twisted, writhed, across my muscley thighs
Took your spanking stoically despite those watery eyes
Then at last it ended and I kissed your hot red cheeks
You told me you’d been planning this all through the past three weeks
And so I took you up the stair to sooth you with some cream
Only to awaken there to find it’s just a dream
By Firefly
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Spanking

I am a happy spanker
I’d like to spank your bot
I’d like to take your knickers down
And spank you till you’re hot

I’d like to put you o’er my knee
And feel your nice soft tum
Lift up your skirt and spank your pert
Nice cheeky little bum

I’d like to wear a teacher’s gown
And mortarboard black hat
And give you such a dressing down
As you stand on the mat

I’d like to make you touch your toes
To take six of the cane
Or maybe ten or twelve who knows?
If you can take the pain

And then you go back otk
While I apply some lotion
And sooth that awful sting away
With pure total devotion

I am the happy spanker
Or so the poem goes
Here to bare your lovely bum
And spank away your woes.
by Firefly
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New Year!

The year’s two zero zero six
It’s time for you to drop your knicks
Bare your bum for me to see
Then drape yourself across my knee
Hands and feet down on the floor
Say “Please Sir make my bottom sore
Spank me till I’m hot and red
Then take me to you big soft bed
Rub me with your special cream
Tell me that it’s not a dream
Kiss me with your loving lips
Touch me with your fingertips
Make me fly high as a dove
Hold me close as we make love
Rid me of all doubt and fear
Tell me that you love me dear”
What better way to get our kicks
In the year two zero zero six?
by Firefly
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Christmas Ditty

‘Tis four o’clock on Christmas morn, an inky starlit night
The living room in silence, dark save firelight
The Christmas tree stands in the corner reaching for the ceiling
Christmas pressies underneath, looking so appealing

In flannelette pyjamas, she tiptoes down the stair
Fluffy slippers on her feet and pigtails in her hair
Slipping in the darkened room, kneeling ‘neath the tree
Searching through the pretty gifts, “Which one is for me?”

Alas she cannot find it, “Just where can it be?”
She hears a noise behind her, and turns around to see….
A man in red, with big white beard sat upon a seat
Christmas present in his hand, boots upon his feet

“Is this what you were looking for” he asks her with a smile,
“Yes” she answers guiltily, just like a naughty child,
“But you should be in bed asleep, this is a naughty prank,
Before you get your present you must get a Christmas spank”.

Standing up on shaky legs and feeling two foot three
She walks across to Santa, and bends across his knee
Hands and feet down on the floor, bottom lifted high
“I’m ready for my spanking” she tells him with a sigh

“First we’ll have your pj’s down”, he says, his eyes a twinkle
Then bares her lovely pure white bum, with no trace of a wrinkle
Two silky smooth pale marble orbs are smiling up at him
He strokes them with his big red hand now ready to begin

Smack, smack, smack, his hand comes down, and makes her buttocks dance
“Oooh, ahhhhhhh, Mmmmmmm”, she utters “This is spanking good romance”
She squirms and writhes across his knee, loving every smack
“Oh Santa please keep spanking”, he obliges slap slap crack!!

And then the clock chimes half past six, she wakes up with a smile
Hand inside her pj’s, thinks, “I’ll stay here for a while”
By Firefly

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The Matron

There once was a Matron who worked at a school
Where bums were kept red, and knickers were blue
And all the day long she’d a wonderful view
Of bare bottoms red, and gym knickers blue.

A schoolgirl came calling in obvious pain
And said Oh Matron, I just got the cane
My Form Mistress caught me, talking in class
And made me stay back, to present my bare ass.

I had to bend over, touching my toes
While she watched through her glasses, perched on her nose
Looking down at my shoes, so shiny and black
I felt my school skirt, going over my back.

She lowered my knickers, down over my thighs
My little heart pounded, I screwed up my eyes
My bare bottom quivering, all pimpled and cold
While the mean old dragon, continued to scold

She said I was naughty, a terrible pest
And now she would give me six of the best
With her crook-handled cane, so thin and so whippy
On my trembling bare bum, so cold and so nippy

I held my position, not wanting to cry
As she swung the big cane, and the first stroke did fly
It struck my poor bottom with such terrible force
That I called out in pain, so full of remorse

One Miss I told her, or rather I quivered
And the second stroke was then duly delivered
Two Miss I said, my head in a whirl
This will teach you, you wicked girl

She then administered, strokes three and four
I started to wonder, if I could take more
But I gritted my teeth, and stretched out my knicks
And managed to survive strokes five and six.

So here I am Matron, forlorn at your door
To ask for relief, for my bottom so sore
I know you have cream, so give me a tub
My welts are so swollen, they’re too sore to rub

The Matron looked up at the girl with a smile
And said, There there dear, this may take a while
Come round my desk girl, and lay over my knee
Do take down your knickers so I can look-see

The schoolgirl walked stiffly, still shaking with fright
While Matron sat smiling all starched and white
Her smart cotton apron smoothed over her lap
Ready to deal with any mishap

Come on lets have you , don’t be so shy
Hands on the floor dear, and bottom up high
Skirt uplifted, knickers down
You don’t want to see me, put on a frown

The schoolgirl stepped forward and duly obeyed
And soon her bottom was nicely displayed
Six angry welts all red and raised
That could still be there for days and days.

Out of Matron’s desk, there came a tub
Of special cream, with which to rub
And because it worked, just like a charm
She aptly named it, Matron's Moonbalm

The best thing for a nasty wallop
Is a nice big soothing cold smooth dollop
From the magic tub of Matron’s balm
Applied so expertly with her palm

And so the schoolgirl, ahhh’d and cooed
Bottom bare, but never rude
Grimaces soon, replaced by sighs
As her hips gyrated across Matrons thighs

Then off to bed, with hugs and kisses
In a Dorm full, of little Misses
To dream of porridge, beef, and stew
And bare bottoms red, and knickers blue
Sent in by Firefly
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At the Stables

Madam furious; tapping her whip on the side of the door;
Sweet stable girl in her smelly blue jeans.
Mistakes will happen to everyone,
Punishment are always deserved

Over the straw bale, legs kicking,
Firmly held between Madam's thighs.
Blonde hair flying, cheeks oh! so flushed.
Jeans round her ankles; panties pulled tight.

Riding crops sting and bite hard
Soft pretty bottoms are burning and red
Madam's hand starts to stray and caress,
Sweet little whimpers and sighs.

Caught in the act by the owner,;
Madam and girl fall apart
There in the straw ,
Guilty as charged.

Madam was naked and bound to a pole,
Stable girl beside her legs wide apart.
Crack went the whip,
Marking their shoulders.

Eyes locked together,
Breasts swelling and throbbing,
Two lovers together,
Enjoying their sin.
by Jasmorice
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A Bit of Rough for Madam

My outfit was carefully folded, spread out on the bed,
White French knickers all ruffled and lacy with a ribbon in red.
A basque in dark satin with lace cups to clasp and enfold me,
Gossamer stockings trailed over the quilt, arranged ever so neatly.

Jewels sparkled in the soft perfumed light that shone in the room;
Fabrics so delicate as though they had been carefully spun on a loom,
Were there to tenderly caress and to tease,
All displayed for my delight and to please.

In the mirror I saw my maid standing behind me brushing my hair;
I was naked for her, flesh crinkling a little in the cold night air.
"Madam has been naughty"? the words came like fire.
I tingled and shivered caught in a net of perverted desire.

Spread over her soft silken knees, my legs wide apart,
As the cane came down hard making me tremble and start,
I sweetly surrendered my powdered and pampered posterior
As I delighted in being punished by my social inferior.
by Jasmorice
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Waiting For Aunty

Frothy white petticoats rustle in the afternoon darkness,
Red soft lips swollen and tender caught in the lushness
Of their desire. "Its spanks for you young ladies",
I heard my aunt whisper "or you'll end up in Hades".

I stood watching my cousin, red faced and crying;
Skirt up, legs kicking as her knickers went flying,
Showing her white peachy bottom rounded and soft,
Waiting for Aunty, with her arm held aloft.

My eyes burning, blonde hair framing my reddening face,
Remembering the pleasure, awaiting my disgrace.
Squealing and whimpering - begging and pleading
"Please aunty please you know what I'm needing".
by Jasmorice
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“The Shaming of Lady Jessica”

Lady Jessica’s bottom was feeling quite sore
From wearing no knickers while riding;
And mucking out was a terrible bore
The stable girl needed chiding.

“Come here, Sally Adams”, said Lady Jess,
And Sally walked sulkily over;
“These stables are in quite a dreadful mess”
The Lady proceeded to scold her.

Blonde and petite in sleek jodhpurs and boots,
Her pert behind perched on the saddle,
She glared haughtily down from her stallion, ‘Cahoots’.
“Sally Adams, you’ve been a bad girl”.

Surly and dark, Sally scowled fiercely back;
Lady Jessica blushed, quite astounded;
“You insolent hussy, I’ll give you the sack!”
She announced, as she daintily dismounted.

“I’ve worked like a slave here!” replied Sally Adams;
Scoffed her mistress, “A slave, my arse!”
And Sally thought: why do such posh little madams
Behave just like slinky young tarts?

Two sultry vixens stood face to face in the yard;
Lady Jess gripped her riding whip tightly;
“You know where to shove your job!” yelled Sally, so hard
The Lady’s prim anus twinged slightly.

“Give me the whip and bend over that fence!”
Barked the stable girl, livid with fury;
Now a quivering wreck, the Lady knew it made sense,
And passed Sally the whip demurely.

Then, turning around, she leaned over the fence,
With head down and rear end turned skywards;
White jodhpurs stretched taut, showing bum-cheeks tensed,
Displaying her pretty hindquarters.

From her upside-down view, she saw Sally waiting
With whip poised to strike her pert buttocks;
“How awfully degrading”, she sobbed, “and humiliating
To be horsewhipped by one of my muck-ups!”

With a swish, the whip cracked, and Lady Jess yelped,
“Please treat my bum more respectfully”
But Sally ignored her, for she knew the pain helped
To give pleasure, both physically and mentally.

Indeed, Lady Jessica moaned with delight,
As exquisite sensations flowed through her,
From the seat of her jodhpurs, so smooth and skin-tight,
To her petite, turned-up nose; she cried “Oooh, aaah!”

Through her dangling gold locks, the Lady could see
That a crowd had quietly assembled,
To gape at this saucy spectacle for free,
And her legs and both arse-cheeks trembled.

“Sally, please wait while I pull down my jods”,
Purred the rude Lady Jess, who was panting,
And offered – as long as the whip would be dropped –
Her upturned bare bum for a spanking.

“My dear Lady”, said Sally, “I’ll lay down the whip,
And slap your bare bottom with pleasure!”
The sight of her mistress perched arse over tits
Was one she considered a treasure.

“You toffee-nosed minx!” cried Sally with glee,
As she slapped Lady Jess on her soft buns;
“That will teach you not to be snooty with me;
I’ve spanked classier young female toffs’ bums!”

Lady Jessica’s posh rump, stuck up in the air,
Was clearly beginning to smart;
So embarrassed, the poor girl now wept with despair,
As laughter and cheers filled the yard.

Sally Adams said, “Right, that’s enough for today”,
As she gazed at a bum, sore and red;
Then she took Lady Jess for a roll in the hay,
And by evening they lay curled up in bed.

Count D’Sturges

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Freedom

It is deep, what you want, what you need,

Or so you think What if you succeed?

What if you don’t? Where are you?

Helpless, alone, lost in your soul,

You look for something to make you whole,

You seek, you think you have found,

Or are you still on solid ground!

Is it just fantasy in your life?

For a better place you strife.

Does it really exist inside you ask?

Or has it been sent as a task.

 

You feel it there, a feared to let it grow,

It may show a side you don’t want to know,

Or a person that hides, whom is not real!

Your portrayal of yourself is so different,

But society made you, twas’ not intent,

You want to be free, to release the real you.

No body to help, no one to give you a clue,

To show the world you are not scared,

A bottom that you wish to be bared,

To admit what makes you smile n glow!

 

The feeling of a hard spank to skin,

Coursing heat burns upwards within,

Tis’ a strange and wonderful feeling,

Leaving your head and heart reeling,

Deep inside it is what turns you on,

You don’t want that intensity gone,

A pain built, to succumb to pleasure,

Like opening a box to reveal treasure,

A beating within your chest pounds,

To every crack, swish or sounds!

 

The deepness of a voice, dominating,

Rapture so intense, aura emanating,

He leads you into his own lair,

You bend slowly, over the chair,

Skirt pinned up, panties at your knees,

The cane strokes, up and down, to tease.

Standing, eyes lowered, submissive,

The cane, the stripes, the dismissive,

All add to the burning sensation,

To the height of soaring elation!

 

Elyse

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OOOPS!

She walks into the room, aware,
he waits, nothing just the stare,
her legs all shaky, she steps fore,
knowing her bottom will be sore,
he tells her off, she has been bad,
a spanking on her bottom clad,
she deserves this for her misdemeanours,
Who was it, who seen us,
they will repay their debt,
for causing all this upset.

Over his knee she suspects,
correct in her assumption the aspect,
it looms nearer with time,
the clock in the hall strikes it's chime,
the hand lands with the first smack,
OOww...it went with such a crack!
The next follows in succession,
her body submits to the depression.

Shanelle

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The Maid

She was bending over the bottom stair,

her rear end turned upward and bare,

with just one look he felt despair,

and caned her bottom for being there.

Anon.

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Cleanliness

Her uniform so crisp and pristine,

prestigious and all clean,

Smoothing down her pleats,

she sat down upon a row of seats.

Waiting for that fateful time,

knowing she would pay for her crime.

Adjusting her tie, it lay straight,

fidgeting, hating the long wait.

Her name bellowed she hears,

jumping to attention close to tears.

Entering the study, with apprehension,

the waiting has caused so much tension.

He reads misdemeanours, from her report,

excuses and futile apologies are sort.

Dismissed with a look and wave of hand,

he beckons her forward to the stand.

Pushing her in the small of her back,

tensing she awaits the first smack.

Shanelle

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THE PRICE OF PROMOTION

“Wendy Ford ! Please go to my room”

Mr Rudd thundered - an authorative boom

“You could make the Board, a potential high flyer

but just look at you girl in that saucy attire !!”

Bottom tight skirt cut well above knees

Cleavage low cut, a terrible tease

High heeled black boots, an Italian label

Revealing white top, gold ring in her navel

A hint of black stocking at the top of her thighs

Long straight dark hair ,and deep sultry eyes

“Well then Miss Ford have you thought of your clients?

I think that its time that I taught you compliance!”

“Whatever you say Sir - I presume there’s no choice”

Turned on by the tone and  the steel of his voice

“I guess its no more than I richly deserve

I’ll do as you say Sir” -  keeping her nerve

“You know the dress code, but you just will not listen

Discipline young lady is what you’ve been missing!

Bend over my desk and raise that wee skirt

I can promise you girl this is going to hurt !”

Stretched right over disk, her feet on tip-toe

Her skirt rides right up, bare thighs on show

Mr Rudd peels the pelmet right back

Smiles to himself- her panties are black

Heart skips a beat as he tries not to swoon

At skin tight black sloggis stretched on her pert moons

Tempation too much – he must take this chance

Raises his hand. The bottom he spanks

She lets out a gasp which turns into a sigh

She lures him on with her submissive eyes

Gets into his rhythm, spanks hard on her seat

Soft Bottom cheeks ,all glowing with heat

She mews and she moans with lust and desire

The spanking continues, Her bottom’s on fire

“Just the beginning, young Wendy Jane

Time that you felt the kiss of my cane !”

Her pulse starts to race for she knows she’s in trouble

The sight of that cane – its almost bent double

Releases its power, just like a coiled spring

Whips into her panties with a hot burning sting

She lets out a shriek which the office girls hear

The second stroke bites and her eyes well with tears

“Oh please sir! Oh no!” she sobs and she prances

A soft rhythmic swish low down on  her panties

Legs kick out, soft whimpering squeals

 How she can feel those hot burning weals

Her pants are pulled down, six hot stripes on show

The caning is over, her hot moons a- glow

Time to repent . A lesson well learnt

Her bottom received what it truly deserved

What she need now is some cool soothing lotion

A firm loving hand. The price of promotion!

Lord Benbow

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