❌On Strike - The Spanking Thread

Sometimes it is quite as nice
To be wrong and be caught out by vice;
When he makes you aware
As he sits back in his chair
That you may well plead but his knee
Is lacking the weight you would bring
Were you to slide there and to cling
To some modesty with panties round the knee
As he spanks so hard he makes you sing!!!

Méli 🌷
 
It is really as I have feared!
For Lucy_Anne and Ride my beard
Are enamoured of verses:
Popularity! Curses!
I'll consult lusty scribe:
Spank us side by side?
Or at opposite ends -
We can kiss as we bend
And smother the noises
That those "naughty boyses"
Seem to find distracting
From the fun of smacking
Of young ladies' bared,
(Wasted, if spared)
Ah! Quiet contemplation,
When crowds (the whole nation)
Wants two faces teared!
See - just as I feared!!!

Giggles

Méli
 
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Beards are an instant turn off for me Meli, however in the spirIt of your rhyme…….

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Lucy.
 
It is really as I have feared!
For Lucy_Anne and Ride my beard
Are enamoured of verses:
Popularity! Curses!
I'll consult lusty scribe:
Spank us side by side?
Or at opposite ends -
We can kiss as we bend
And smother the noises
That those "naughty boyses"
Seem to find distracting
From the fun of smacking
Of young ladies' bared,
(Wasted, if spared)
Ah! Quiet contemplation,
When crowds (the whole nation)
Wants two faces teared!
See - just as I feared!!!

Giggles

Méli
Four fine, firm mounds
Of sweetest derriere
Pale, bare creamy rounds;
No marks, not yet down there.

Ere the Lusty painter paints
Stripes of red and rosy pink,
Hues of pain, not one faint
He must first stop and think.

Side by side, swooning sight!
And scarce a need to shift
Just compel one to right
Her target now to lift.

As one suffers, cries,
The other hears and waits
Her swift heart, shallow sighs
As she foresees her fates.

Such the suffering woe!
And she begets it double,
As the other, once bid low,
Second begins her troubles.

But if I place the pretties
Face to face, eyes to eyes,
Clips, chains, 'tween titties,
What sweet torment this supplies!

For when One writhes, wiggles,
And tries the strike to miss,
Her efforts jar and jiggle,
And from Two draw such a hiss!

If the eyes be but the glass
By which we see the soul
From One to Two will pass
The suffering, not part but whole.

Will they support and aid
Their weeping, crying, friend?
Or will they bolt, afraid
Of what their eyes portend?

This, the dilemma, friends:
Is it better to face the fire
Side by side, until it ends
Or share and comfort and inspire?

For me, the loving, striking hand,
It's eye to eye, face to face,
Hoping as each strike does land
They find a kindred space.
 
Four fine, firm mounds
Of sweetest derriere
Pale, bare creamy rounds;
No marks, not yet down there.

Ere the Lusty painter paints
Stripes of red and rosy pink,
Hues of pain, not one faint
He must first stop and think.

Side by side, swooning sight!
And scarce a need to shift
Just compel one to right
Her target now to lift.

As one suffers, cries,
The other hears and waits
Her swift heart, shallow sighs
As she foresees her fates.

Such the suffering woe!
And she begets it double,
As the other, once bid low,
Second begins her troubles.

But if I place the pretties
Face to face, eyes to eyes,
Clips, chains, 'tween titties,
What sweet torment this supplies!

For when One writhes, wiggles,
And tries the strike to miss,
Her efforts jar and jiggle,
And from Two draw such a hiss!

If the eyes be but the glass
By which we see the soul
From One to Two will pass
The suffering, not part but whole.

Will they support and aid
Their weeping, crying, friend?
Or will they bolt, afraid
Of what their eyes portend?

This, the dilemma, friends:
Is it better to face the fire
Side by side, until it ends
Or share and comfort and inspire?

For me, the loving, striking hand,
It's eye to eye, face to face,
Hoping as each strike does land
They find a kindred space.
It is lovely to find
Sir's verses to warm
My heart and these bottoms,
As you just remind
The girls at your mercy
That you're in control,
With your cane and your brain,
And each sticky young hole,
That you will engage with
Once you're done with the whip,
And find cream to revive
In your balls - it's so slick,
And delicious for us loving sluts,
Who so need it,
And plead for it,
To cool our butts...

Giggles

Méli

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It is lovely to find
Sir's verses to warm
My heart and these bottoms,
As you just remind
The girls at your mercy
That you're in control,
With your cane and your brain,
And each sticky young hole,
That you will engage with
Once you're done with the whip,
And find cream to revive
In your balls - it's so slick,
And delicious for us loving sluts,
Who so need it,
And plead for it,
To cool our butts...

Giggles

Méli

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That's just beginning, baby...
 
All for the lack of a piano? And a bench?
The bench idea also now reminds me of a memory of walking around a gallery with a lover, about 20 years ago. We came into a fairly small room with a low, padded leather bench in the middle, perhaps four or five feet long. We looked at it, looked at each other, and she flushed intensely.

I am not sure why it was such a potent thought just then, but we obviously both had the same idea at the same moment. I took her straight to the bathroom, put one hand over her mouth and the other up her skirt, and pressed my fingers straight into her. She was soaking, and I made her cum twice quickly. I had to hold her for some little while before she was fit to be seen in public again.
 
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