The Spanking Emporium’s Spanking Poet…

Say hello to Roderik Kane, a man with an extraordinary talent for adapting verse to spanking.

I wonder, as he writes does he try to keep the rhythm of the poem to the rhythm of the smacks?

I will let you judge, I hope he will become one of my contributors…

Charlotte Number One.

It had been hot so Charlotte Had let her uniform standards slip Her skirt was so outrageously short It revealed her suspender clips! When the headmaster saw her He absolutely flipped Now Charlotte stands outside his door Nervously biting on her lip

She enters on the command of ‘Come!’ With an air of trepidation She stares at the floor feeling glum As he asks for an explanation Knowing full well that soon her bum Will be exposed for his delectation Charlotte fiddles with her fingers and thumbs In quiet desperation ‘Sir, it’s been so hot recently I needed more air around my thighs So I rolled my skirt up at the top I know now that was unwise’ She gazed into the headmaster’s Stern and unflinching eyes He said ‘There are reasons for rules in this school So it’ll come as no surprise…

That I must administer punishment For your uniform violation I think a spanking and a caning Should address the situation So come here and bend across my knee. And I’ll begin your re-education And you’ll soon remember The dos and don’ts of uniform regulations’ Thirty minutes later Charlotte got to her shaky feet From lying across the headmaster’s desk Where cane and bottom meet She walked with slow, measured steps Rubbing her punished seat And reflected that the headmaster’s hand and cane Were more intense than solar heat!

I thought it only right that you read the whole of it, now I am putting each part to photos…

Eventually, when his Contributor Page is set up, all parts will be together, along with the full poem on his page one.

Part One of Photo Poem 1 ~ Charlotte

I hope to do this with each poem, but first let’s get the poems up….

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Samantha…

Samantha come and see me immediately!’

‘Oh crikey!’ Samantha thinks ‘Wonder what I’ve done

She mentally runs through her misdemeanours, a furrow cross her brow ‘Ah well’ she says to herself ‘It can’t be anything too serious’. When the headmaster’s voice cuts across her thoughts, sounding so imperious

‘Samantha, you’re just about as naughty as any girl can be! You’d better lower your panties and bend across my knee!’

‘Oh but sir I’ve been spanked already! In fact it’s twice this week!’

‘Then it’s third time unlucky for you, my girl, for your impertinent cheek!’

She dutifully bends over, her panties round her knees ‘Oh sir don’t spank me too hard!’ but the Head ignores her pleas

‘Three spankings in three days sir – it really isn’t fair!’ But the headmaster is concentrating upon her bottom bare.

He finally stops spanking her when he’s achieved the desired colour red.

And Samantha stands in the corner, her hands upon her head

Her bottom framed exquisitely by stockings south and skirt up north ‘Now don’t be naughty again this week or you’ll be back here for a fourth!’

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Kate…

Kate’s been pert to a teacher A regular feature So she’s been sent upstairs to the Head

She pretends not to care As she climbs the stair But she knows soon her bum will be red! She nervously knocks on the door Then stares at the floor Before the Head’s voice instructs her to enter

She walks into the room With a sense of impending doom Silently cursing the teacher who sent her The Head’s in a bad mood But he likes girls who are rude It raises his spirits when he raises their skirts

Then he ups the ante By lowering their panties For a spanking which inevitably hurts!

So Kate assumes the position There follows the collision Of hand with bare bottom cheek After four score her bottom’s so sore She won’t sit down for a week!

Then there’s a pause As the Head picks up the tawse And says ‘Young lady, bend over the chair’ Kate looks dismayed But obeys anyway Her bottom ripe and inviting and bare!

But Kate feels no shame As the Headmaster takes aim For soon there’ll be other emotions Then with a Whack! Thwack! and Crack! Kate’s bottom is under attack

She’ll need a whole bottle of soothing cold lotion! Finally the strapping is done The Head’s had his fun Leaving Kate red-striped like the lager As she departs Her bottom throbs and it smarts And it feels a dozen times larger!

Asa

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