Creative Spanko Wench Blog

Lots to share, so much catching up to do… I’m pledged to do it thanks to all of you. Got one more connection hurdle to fix & there’s a huge sweet, bright light there lighting my way too. LOLOL!

here’s a little random limerick I hope will strike a chord… Happy 2007 again…

Resolutions
copyright 2007, patty

Home from her travels she came,
Pooped and tired and lame.
A day to recover,
The New Year discover,
Resolutions abundant to tame…

Relax and embrace what will be
Honor staid friendships with glee.
Trusted ones who’ve been true,
So much more than glue,
They’re the lenses that helped her to see

Where is she going from here?
She laments that it’s never quite clear.
Though life is for change,
In comfort zone’s range,
She prefers to park her safe rear.

The courage to challenge and grow,
To nurture new seeds she could sow,
Sends shivers of doubt
A petulant pout
But to most her deep fears never show.

Though inklings of camouflaged spunk,
Can sift up and topple the junk
Just a hint of a clue,
Of her heart’s daring do,
Can trick her to see past the bunk.

Two thousand and six brought out tears
Forced facing the deepest of fears
Betrayal and pain
The slaying of vain
Faith tells her now – love - turned those gears

Resolutions for this brave New Year
Have an edge made from learning’s fledged fear
Embracing what’s learned
The comfort she’s earned
Each day more facets polish clear…

;)

copyright 2006, by patty

T’was the night before Spankmas and all through the brat
Ran shivers of need for a reddened spanked ass.
Her panties were down round her ankles with flare
In hopes that her spanker expected her bare.

Secret needs that hid down there deep in her soul
And dreams of her bare bum turned red was her goal.
Needy bum trembling, her panties half-mast
He steadied his strap for a firm well-aimed cast

When up she dared stand with objections and chatter
Saying “Ouch Sir! I’m changing my mind on this matter!”
Firm hands on his hips, his ire did flash
“You asked for this brat! We’ll let fly the lash.”

Her moons took the best of her Top’s focused ire
Illusions of goodness could not stop the fire.
Then what to her red bottomed woe did transpire?
Why, a black Martinet that laid stripes very dire.

With lashes so lively and ever so quick
She knew in an instant her bottom was whipped.
More rapid than ever the spanking strokes fell
“Take care what you wish for — you might get it well.

Behave brat, now listen and don’t be a vixen,
Because brat bottoms pay with this attitude fixin’.”
As visions of tears that with spankings should fall
Something fought lashes and forestalled them all.

‘Till the trust wall was breached by her deep need to cry
And his careful heart knowing she was more than just shy.
So in to the living their fantasies flew
Hearts filled with wishes had made them come true.

And then in a twinkling he gave her more proof
The harsh stroke of his hand became much less aloof.
The track of his fingers then brought forth a sound
So both of them knew that a gift had been found.

The bundle of toys her Top strung on his back
Made the brat crumble and stop in her track.
His eyes how they twinkled, her quest made him merry
Her lily white bottom was now red as a cherry.

The gift of her bottom, the gift of his hand
Was out in the open now tested and tanned
This holiday venture though hard to embrace
Fears overcome made trust worthy of chase.