Showing posts with label "spanking poetry". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "spanking poetry". Show all posts

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Into the Night


Into the Night
Baby hold me close and tight,
Don't let go,
Let your hand prove you care,
Don't let go,
As you turn my skin to pink,
Don't let go,
I need you there to keep me safe,
Don't let go,
Caress then rub, spank again,
Don't let go,
Our connection cannot be denied,
Just don't let go,
Take us into the night.
Purple Angel

Friday, April 11, 2008

Spanking Prayer


A little update on now I lay me down to sleep



Spanking Prayer

Now I lay me over his knee
The carpet is the only sight I see
I waited all day for this moment to come
Please oh please make my backside hum

As he took my hand his eyes did glow
For he knew that soon all my treasures would show
I feel his hand caress up my thigh
And all I can do is close my eyes and sigh

My bottom is bare and my legs spread wide
There is nothing I am allowed to hide
He reaches down and kisses each cheek
The moan from my soul comes out as a squeak

That very first spank is warm and a sting
Now follows the ones that make me sing.
I squirm and I wiggle over his lap.
For now they are quite a bit more than a tap.

Every so often he stops to caress and squeeze.
I gasp with delight and beg him, please…
This man that I love knows what I need,
But still he loves to hear me plead.

Caressing and spanking, fills his needs as well,
When I look in his eyes its easy to tell
He delights in the color he brings to my skin
Such pleasure and delight could not be a sin.

I know I will feel both paddle and strap.
Oh I pray to hear that leather snap.
And after he spanks and its over and done.
He'll cool the fire that burns like the sun.

I've done nothing wrong and neither has he.
This is the way we want life to be.
I can't imagine not being spanked
Or making sure he has been thanked.

Its part of the way we express our love
I love his iron hand in a velvet glove.
So I pray the day will never come to be.
When I can't find myself over his knee.

Purple Angel

Sunday, February 24, 2008

For My "Older Brother"


This is dedicated to my wonderful "older brother". Sweet, gentle, funny, kind and absolutely dedicated to the idea that naughty girls get spanked. Even when he would like to give me a second chance he knows it is not a good idea, primarily because I would most likely take it. He understands my need and his consistency and loving spankings have helped a great deal. In fact when we started out and I gave him this authority I got spanked a great deal. I rarely get a spanking for doing anything wrong these days. Oh I get them for many other wonderful reasons, especially from the man in my life. I know spanking doesn't work as a cure all for everyone and, in fact, for some people has opposite of the desired effect. But it did work for me and in the bargain I got the older brother I had wished for all my life.

And, no, this is no literary masterpiece.....it was written after I did something I wished I hadn't done. So my inspiration was confession not creating.

They say that confession is good for the soul.
That really is true and I ought to know.
I always confess each thing I have done,
I never tell lies, not even in fun.

So my soul feels great
But what I should make clear
Is confession is really
Not that great for your rear!

Once I confess
Then I give up control
You will decide
How we achieve the goal.

I stare out the window
And think in the hush
Will it just be his hand?
Or his hand and the brush?

Or will he decide
As I lay cross his knee
That a wicked new paddle
Is what it shall be

Whatever it is
I know with a sigh
That my bottom's condition
Will cause me to cry

You'll lecture and scold
Before and during the spank
And I always know
That its you that I'll thank

Thank you for caring
Enough to be strong
To keep me from
Doing harmful things that are wrong.

And when I'm on fire
And a soggy wet sight
I know you'll forgive me
Kiss and hug me tight.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Sensual Spanking-This Side of Me


This Side of Me

How well you know this side of me
That shivers at a single touch
Drifting fingers down my spine
Rubbing and kneading anxious flesh

You know the way to make me gasp
With unabandoned pleasure and joy
Softly you pat and rub my skin
You whisper words that make me sigh

How well you know just when to change
The speed and the intensity
You make my body sing and move
Our dance begins as our eyes meet

And then I feel the sting, the slaps
That fall like rain upon my tender flesh
You touch the very secret part of me
Only you know how to caress

I feel the heat upon my skin
The racing thoughts throughout my mind
And I am absolutely sure that you
Know the absolute time to kiss and rub reddened skin

Each time we perform our perfect dance
We give such pleasure to each other
Sometimes my hand, sometimes yours control
The sounds, the feelings, what we see.

I can’t imagine not wanting this as a treasure
The pain and pleasure intertwined awakening senses
Pulling us closer, Melting us into one
Reddened flesh, tingling, glowing, the gift we give each other

Purple Angel 2008

Thursday, October 11, 2007

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BRATS POEM
So baby , what if I stomp my foot ?
And cross my arms ,
Scowl at you ?
Will you turn away ?
Or will you see it through ?

And if I ignore what you say ,
With a toss of my hair ,
Mumble under my breath .
Will you turn away ?
Or will my bottom be bare ?

What if I should break ,
Every rule that we've said .
Toss it up in your face ,
Will you turn away ?
Or turn my backside bright red ?

See I need to know ,
If you'll take a stand .
Step up to the challenge .
Because if you turn away ,
They'll be another willing hand .