Our next event is Burn's Night on Saturday 28^th January 2012.

Lucy's Lesson

 

Little Lucy, cross the armchair, waits Aunt Martha's caning

Feels her skirt raised round her waist – white gym knickers straining

And then the sudden swish she hears

And hot sharp pain her bottom sears

And welling up the silent tears she cannot be restraining.

 

Little Lucy, waiting tensely, fearing now the second stroke

Realises once again Aunt Martha's caning is no joke

And then that dreaded swishing sound

That stops across her knickers round

And Lucy jerks but makes no sound, the stinging pain to cloak.

 

Little Lucy, now a-tremble, knows there's more to come

'Twelve of the Best' was promised her across her rounded bum

And yet again the air is rent

The rattan meets the fundament

And Lucy, in her posture bent, forgets her mental sum.

 

Little Lucy, knees a wobble, hears Aunt Martha shift her stance

Fears some dread new agony, but dares not risk a backward glance

Again the swish – a higher note

Her helpless bottom harder smote

As cries imploring fill her throat – "Please give me one more chance."

 

Old Aunt Martha swings her cane with expertise and pleasure

Little Lucy's quivering bum, a sight she'll always treasure

So Lucy's cries are all in vain

Once more Aunt Martha lifts her cane

And smiling at the squeal of pain, continues at her leisure

 

Little Lucy, losing count now, bears each stroke as best she may

Slow and steady goes the swishing, stinging, burning on its way

And Auntie with her old thin cane

Makes Lucy jump again, again

So striping Lucy's bum with pain – "Just keep it still", hear Auntie say.

 

Little Lucy, softly whimpering, silently bewails her plight

Hears the yellow snake descending, feels again its stinging bite

Crack! Across her helpless seat

"Please Auntie, no!" she does entreat

Aunt Martha with her work complete, rejoices at the sight.

 

Now Aunt Martha goes to Lucy, pulls down knickers from her bum

Feels the round and tender redness, takes the skin cream, puts on some

Then gently rubbing, stroking, smoothing,

Feeling, squeezing, pushing, soothing

Auntie knows just how to do things, soon a gasp and Lucy's cum.

 

Little Lucy, cup of coffee, feeling better than she did

Slice of cake and hat and coat now, to Aunt Martha farewell bids

"Bye bye now, and thanks a lot"

Gently lowers a tender bott

Starts the car up – says "Can't stop. Must get back before the kids."

 

 

Anon (first published by Motivation)

 

(A note for anyone interested in finding poems on the net; don't bother using Altavista or Ask Jeeves.
Could we find any Swinburne or Coleridge? At all? Could we fuck.
A walk down to the nearest library would have been quicker and a damn sight healthier.)