A Spankee’s Tail - A Spanking Poem

 I stand in the corner

My arms by my sides
I want to escape
But there’s nowhere to hide

He sent me here to think
About what I’ve done 
All the trouble I caused
And the trouble to come 

The door is swung open
He enters the room
The time has now come
To face the doom

I place his chair in the center 
Not a smart mouth to blurt 
For him to have a good seat
While he makes my seat hurt 

He sits and he scolds me
I look at the floor
I’m embarrassed to face him 
Though I’ve been here before

I’ve let him down 
His warnings fallen on deaf ears
So he’s changing his method
He’ll instead warm my rear

He unbuttons my jeans 
Takes them down to my knees
I can’t help but freeze
As he grips my panties 

My panties go down 
I try to cover my shame 
“Put your hands on your head” 
I have no one else to blame

Fully exposed
He’s not amused with my stunt
But he’s gonna see the back
Why does he have to see the front?

He lectures and scolds 
“Alright young lady,
Enough talking and shouting,
Get over my knee”

Over I go 
My ass in his lap 
He gives it a rub 
Then gives it a slap

He slaps and he slaps
Across both my cheeks 
This hurts so much
I won’t sit for weeks!

His hand firm and swift
Smacking my butt with no mercy
I kick and whine
But “it’s supposed to hurt, see”

It goes on for hours 
But really just minutes
It’s hard to keep time
When it’s your butt that’s in it

I can’t take it anymore 
I reach behind to stop the attack
But he grabs my hand 
And pins it to my back

I’ve made a big mistake 
Now I’ve made him mad
He spanks harder and harder
This hurts so bad!

My face is all sweaty 
My ass is in flames 
I’m red top and bottom 
I have no one to blame 

He makes each cheek warm
Gives it all that he’s got 
Til he lifts up my cheeks
And hits my sit spots 

I beg and I plead
My apologies unearned 
But he just keeps on spanking
He’ll decide when I’ve learned 

I kick and fidget 
I moan and I whine 
But he sets me straight quickly
With a few swats to my thighs 

Finally the tears come
I sob and I cry
From the pain and the heartache 
I upset my guy

I made him a promise
I just couldn’t keep
Now I’m paying the price 
Why should I weep?

I knew the risk 
I gambled and lost 
His heart was broken
So’s my butt, that’s the cost

Finally he stops
My cheeks sore and red
“Stand back up 
And put your hands on your head”

I follow his instructions
Lest he spank me again 
“Will you be a good girl now?”
I think I can

I apologize again 
He hugs me and kisses my head 
Then it’s “back in the corner”
Ugh, not again!

The punishments over
Well, that’s what he’d say
But I’m still in the corner 
With my butt on display

My pants at my ankles
Panties at my knees
I want to come out 
But he ignores my pleas 

I’m not allowed to rub
I have to keep my hands on my head 
I can’t come out til he says so
Or he’ll punish me again 

My ass hurts so bad
But I’m in no rush 
He says if I disobey again
…he’ll use a bathbrush! 

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