I Admit its all True

Well yes, I have to admit its all true,

I have been a brat,

Not doing what I should do.

My blogging friends are such angels you see,

And then there is naughty forgetful,

Bratty little me.

No, its not an excuse I admit with a sigh.

But wait, what are you doing?

Not even a moment's gone by.

Hey you don't need to unbuckle that belt,

You did that before

I don't like how it felt.

Oh no you don't, I say with a stomp,

Just try to catch me,

We're off on a romp.

Of course I knew before we got going,

He'd catch me quite soon,

All that Toppy blood flowing.

I squirm and I kick as we "dance"toward the couch

My fists swing around

And I hear him yell "OUCH".

He has to let go to grab at the smack,

I smile quite smugly

And back up on our tracks.

He stands up quite tall, the belt at his side

Now the smile's on his face,

All my tricks have been tried.

I am easy to catch for I backed up by the wall

I go over his shoulder

As he walks down the hall.

So into the bedroom this naughty brat goes,

Stood up on the floor,

And off with her clothes.

Before I can think, my bottom is bare,

Over pillows he's placed

On the bed with a flair.

A hand round my waist, swift licks of the strap,

I howl and cry as I try to get up.

But I am held as tight as if I was on his lap.

He tells me how naughty and careless I've been,

Ignoring the promises I made to repent,

Still I continued that terrible blogless sin.

I know that my bottom is crimson and burning,

Soon he holds me in his arms,

"What lesson are you learning?"

The brat fades away as I sniffle and weep,

I promise to do as I should on my blog.

And this is a promise I do mean to keep.

So to friends and lurkers I have left in the dark,

My crimson red glow will certainly help,

Find that blog that now I will try to keep a'spark.

Purple Angel