In the meantime, here is some poetry:
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."