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I'll contribute!!! lol
Naughty nephews every where
But on my lap there's room to spare.
Nothing like a rose red bum
To motive and get things done.
Swatting swiftly with my hand
making sure you understand,
paddles, switches, straps and more
will change behavior I deplore.
So get your bottom over here,
I won't mind if you shed a tear.
Discipline delivered as it should,
you know it's for your own good.
Afterward the slate's wiped clean,
lotion makes your bottom gleam.
Give me a hug and you're on your way
Your Auntie Rhi knows you will behave.
Naughty nephews every where
But on my lap there's room to spare.
Nothing like a rose red bum
To motive and get things done.
Swatting swiftly with my hand
making sure you understand,
paddles, switches, straps and more
will change behavior I deplore.
So get your bottom over here,
I won't mind if you shed a tear.
Discipline delivered as it should,
you know it's for your own good.
Afterward the slate's wiped clean,
lotion makes your bottom gleam.
Give me a hug and you're on your way
Your Auntie Rhi knows you will behave.
International Bad Poetry Day
Simon wrote: According to my local radio, today is
International Bad Poetry Day. It is a shocking over
site that I was not notified in person but there you
go. Here is a small contribution to mark this great
day.
Roses are red and your bum will be too,
Once Auntie Rhi has caught up with you!
International Bad Poetry Day. It is a shocking over
site that I was not notified in person but there you
go. Here is a small contribution to mark this great
day.
Roses are red and your bum will be too,
Once Auntie Rhi has caught up with you!
In the AuntiesSpankNaughtyMen Yahoo! Group, a long
time friend from across the pond, pointed out that
August 18th is International Bad Poetry Day, and
submitted a poem. Here, for your amusement, I've
posted the contributions. Email me yours, and I'll post
it here as well. It doesn't even have to be bad. Let me
know how you want it credited.
time friend from across the pond, pointed out that
August 18th is International Bad Poetry Day, and
submitted a poem. Here, for your amusement, I've
posted the contributions. Email me yours, and I'll post
it here as well. It doesn't even have to be bad. Let me
know how you want it credited.
Another from Simon:
Spanko's come you one and all
And harken to your Auntie's call!
Or else your manners are forgotten
And you deserve a well smacked
bottom!
From David F.:
Good one my dear,
boys with a glowing red rear.
Draped overAunties comfy lap,
wriggling with each slap!
| From Mark A day arrives soon to be merry Christmas can often leave us wary When it seems the days are hectic and hairy Think of a bottom all shaded in cherry!!! Now Auntie not down the chimney she comes Christmas is finally here she hums Flying through the air With nary a care To blister all naughty boys' bums!! |
| From Mark Twas the night before Christmas And all through the room Were the paddles and brushes Awaiting their naughty boy's doom These implements of correction All were hung up with care Knowing that at some point Auntie would soon be there To use them effectively Not with joy or glee But in the hopes of making Us boys less naughty The night move on brightly The moon with its glow Who knew when spritely St. Nicholas and Auntie would show? I peered through the window Apprehensive and guilty Then spied a red sleigh Cruising toward me merrily The figure in the suit in her own secret code Looked at me with a hoot And entered my abode Seeing me standing alone in the room She grabbed my arm stating "See I ride no broom." "Now get over here, young man!" The words piercing her lips She grabbed the pants and underwear Yanking them down over my hips A bare bottom spanking over the caretaker's knee And who better to do it, than good ol' Auntie Rhi I was shaking as I knew I was in for a tear But felt so lucky, as Auntie's such a dear She started out slowly Knowing all as she does Then when she knew I was ready Said "Now the hairbrush, just cuz!" As she spanked my bare bottom With all its glow and pain I knew in an instant How much I stood to gain Lots of anger and feelings All the tools used to cope In daily life functions Began to emote Through tears and the crying I finally began to realize That the spanking helps me Hold myself down to size While lying there sobbing Thinking perhaps Auntie ready to quit But she knew to keep going Because her naughty boy had acted like a little shit She finally stopped her reign And with a firm caring tone Said "Don't forget the pain, And that you'll never be alone." Secure in the world Lying there with the tears Of all those bad feelings Finally abating after all those years After some moments of healing Auntie began to pack it up Her paddles and brushes And of course, her coffee cup As she went up the chimney I heard her exclaim "Many more naughty boys await me They need me to proclaim!" "Whatever the reason Whether for fun or healing I'll always there for you Hard spankings I'll be dealing" And I heard he shout out As her sleigh flew through its gears "You naughty boys will take a while To sit on your blistered rears!" "Merry Christmas to all!" She yelled from the flank "Keep being naughty And next year I'll return to spank!" |