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

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