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T’was the night before Spankmas

Original poem modified, Dec 18, 2007, by patty

T’was a night for a spanking and though she did grouse,

There would be no escaping the ire of her spouse;

Her panties now down and her bottom made bare,

She wished that Saint Nicholas was not standing there;

He should be well busied, good folks in his head,

The though he could see this spurred curses unsaid;

Her spouse with his paddle had closed tight the gap,

She twisted and struggled avoiding the whap.

While there in their room she howled with such sputter,

Dear Santa knew well just what was the matter;

The paddling continued and still she spoke sass,

Good Santa just nodded, “keep paddling her ass.”

Her fast paddled globes with their hot reddened glow,

Were not what she ever thought might go on show,

Then out of her shame winked her long secret fear,

The day had now come that did expose her rear.

Her hubby whapped hard on her backside so quick

In a moment she knew he might switch to the stick

More rapid than ever the paddle strokes came

Her husband was firm when he called her by name

“Now please Sir I beg you, I beg you to listen

You’re loved from my heart I’m not just a vixen

I know that I’m flawed and that it’s my call

Keep spanking away, you’ll not make me bawl.”

As the cane was now lifted the thought made her sigh

Her heart made her wonder and search to seek why.

“I am not very clear quite why I’m a shrew?

Don’t do as required and keep secrets from you.”

And then in an inkling she knew that she’d goofed

No spanking or paddling would ever be spoofed.

She put her hand back and it turned things around

Her spouse was not pleased, her thighs quickly found

He trapped her legs down with a firmly placed foot

Then six harder licks to her sit spot were put

Good Santa had toys contained in his pack

This bad girl did cringe when St Nick dumped sack

His eyes how they sparkled his laughter quite merry

He handed her spouse a gift from Spank Fairie

Though it was wrapped and tied with a nice bow

The clear cellophane was used purely for show

The sight of more wood made her clench her teeth

And then round spoon marks made a livid red wreath

On a bottom so punished her legs felt like jelly

Her pleas to be freed came from deep in her belly

I beg you good Sirs, “I’ll behave my self

So well that all toys gather dust on the shelf”

A wink of an eye and a pat on the bed

Soon gave her to know there was no more to dread

With out saying a word Saint Nick went to work

Filling their stocking with gifts for their quirk

He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the nose

Then nodded and laughed “Be good my sweet rose.”

In privacy now her spouse gave a whistle

“I need you now, I’m a heat seeking missile”

She welcomed him to her as all was now right

“HAPPY SPANKMAS TO ME AND MAY ALL USE THIS NIGHT!”

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