Poem 2

Fictitious name and characters picked at random. This poem contains the spanking of an adult female at a Halloween Haunted House.

Charlotta sat on the steps of the haunted house in her red plaid skirt.
The view between her legs signaled she was a flirt.
She showed a great deal of black panty hosed thighs.
The blonde wore her short plaid skirt on Halloween had not been wise.
Although Charlotta’s panties were rather scanty,
The old fart had seen her white cotton panties.

The interested man gave her a stern look.
He desired her bottom to really cook!
He said ladies should keep their knees shut.
Here, a woman who deserved a well spanked butt.

She knew her husband was on a long run.
Why couldn’t the old fart and have some fun.
They heartily agreed they would do the deed.
He, as the anal, stern father,
And, she as the naughty daughter.

Charlotta wished her husband would be her spanker.
He was not, so she had sought others to whack her

Could she really do this? Did she dare?
She had been told her bottom would be bare!
Charlotta wanted him to forget lust and the rest.
She wanted was one hundred of his best.
Charlotta admitted she was a slacker,
needing someone to light her bottom like a firecracker.

Her pseudo- dad made it hard to sit.
Her daughter would be sore before he quit.
The blond woman now in her thirties should have taken better care
Not to have the boys to look up her skirt at her panties and stare.

Her unladylike display was a disgrace!
A deserted tent would be the spanking place.
At thirty-something, she knew what she was in for.
If only her husband was not such a terrible bore!

Charlotta looked in the mirror showing fear,
as she imagined her bright red blistered rear.
Any man smacking her bottom could spell trouble.
And the old man had a wooden ruler to turn her butt to rubble.

Charlotta could not skirt the issue.
Before this was over she would need a tissue.
Now skirt up, she slipped her panties off her rounds.
The ruler slicing through the air made swishy sounds.

An experience spanker and a former teacher,
The old fart was happy to paddle her best feature
The spanking commenced and the stinging burned,
as she took the corporal punishment she had earned.

Her long sexy legs were soon kicking
and spread wide as she took the licking.
Charlotta’s mouth-watering bottom churned
and he made damn sure it burned!

Hard spanks and kicks showed her pink anal aperture.
She suddenly hoped his motives were pure.
And, a series of rapid fire swats left her in burning fits.
She felt Hades was not this hot in the pits
As the red and white colored bottom started to blend
So, many spanks in the same two spots,
left a series of quarter-sized purple bruise dots.

Charlotta worried about losing control,
or being heard by the highway patrol.
The spanking stopped and the ruler
She hoped her blistered bottom would get cooler.

A good spanking had been dealt.
And, it had left at least one purple welt.
Each cheek had a red blood stripe
once white this spanking was not hype.
Her bottom had a blue bruise or two.
With heat in her seat, what was a girl to do?

When the sting and burn were gone,
it was clear to Charlotta that she longed
for many more hard bare bottom whacks.
If only her husband would give her some good cracks!

Far up her butt hole went her finger.
It was as far up there as she could get it.
And she had a hard time getting it to fit.
She pulled it out with a fart.
And the sound gave her a start.

Cheeks heated in self-humiliation,
provided her blissful stimulation.
The blonde’s face cheeks flushed
as red as her bottom had blushed.

Howls and screams were heard inside.
as waterworks occurred bedside.
The pretty blond got a rush
and her vagina began to blush.

The spanking had taken its toll.
Art was proud of his role.
Charlotta’s red bouncing bottom had a bountiful sting.
After her paddling, he felt it was good to be king!

Blondie Screamers Too

By Gator

Gwyn was once again in a bad mood.
For a waitress near Mansfield U. that was not good.
Her boss watched Gwyn as she talked to one of his sons.
They both shared an interest in her Majorette red panty-clad hiney.

Gwyn could show her hiney and be quite rude,
especially if she did not like the dude!
She groaned and gave his face a hard slap.
His cheek turned red as it landed with a clap.