They say that it’s the little things that count.
And that can be true with spanking, too.
I don’t have to heft a huge frat paddle.
All I need is a little wooden spoon.
I don’t have to swing my arm back as far as it will go.
Just aim for the sit spot – that’ll keep your attention.
No need to tie you down, either.
You’re going to hold still because I said so.
I don’t need to hit you a thousand times.
But I will make you think twice about coming here.
There’s no reason to make you bleed.
I’d rather make you whimper.
Mmmm – I like this a lot.
Thanks, BT!
Frat paddles make my sit spots SWELLLLLLLLL! :)
(I’ll remember that, Alexis~)
BIG SIGH!
Aww…
You have shown me its the Little things
The Martinet or your Little Hair Brush
Applied to that tender spot we both know
Too Well!! You giving and me receiving!
Yes it is the Little things that count
Like telling you how special you are
A smile and a touch and flower and a Card
But it is those little things that some times we forget
But with you there with your little things
We will never forget your little things are why we
Love You So Much!
Love this, tb!
Very true.
oxxo
You may not need to heft a huge frat paddle, but I bet you enjoy it just the same.
You KNOW I do, Raymond. oxxo
I expected this post to have some kind of grand point at the end… but it was just small and intense. Maybe that WAS the point? XD
Indeed, ZQueenston.
Wooh. Ms Kane meet Dr Seuss our childhoods are doomed as well as our bums…
Just getting started, James.~
Nice :)
Thanks, Fabrizio!
well Dear DK there is nothing “little” about the warmth you create…and not just on the backside, butt more importantly in the hearts of many (I think I can speak for a few others here) who have come to know you.
Now you’re just trying to sweet talk your way out of your next spanking, Phil. Flattery will get you nowhere, mister.
(oxxo)
Really like the poem! (Sigh)…hoping…one day :)
Thanks, Lei…be patient. It’ll happen.
Cute post. Yep! I agree. A smile can say 1000 words. Or even a sweet little note can mean more than a diamond ring. I will still take the diamond though! LOL
Anon,
Never cared for diamonds myself. I’d rather have another stamp in my passport than a piece of jewelry any day.
You’re all entirely too kind, and if you keep complimenting me I’m going to continue to post weird poetry. So stop it. (kidding)
oxxo
– Dana
orrrrrr DD you could try your hand at some limericks (you have already done backsides to a faretheewell) here is one of my favorites:
There once was a Lady from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass
Not pretty and pink
As you probably think
It was gray, had long ears, and ate grass!
Love it, Phil!
I wish you had written that poem before I came to see you last November, when you hit me 1200 times.
Ahahahahaaa!!! NONE of that pertains to you, mister indestructible-butt. oxox
Yes, I will hold still because you said so. Yes, you will make me whimper.
You’ll probably hit me a thousand times. You make me think constantly about going there.
Dynamite comes in “little thing” packages.
Yes, but dynamite won’t give you a big bear hug afterward, and I will. oxxo
Oh…You know Ms. Dana Kane – everyday…I am thinking twice about coming there. Butt, some things just must be handled by a ‘pro’ :)
Can’t wait to meet you…not so sure about all your other implements though ;) But as they say, no pain – no gain…lol. Who started that saying anyway?
See you soon!
You’ll be in good hands, Stacy. Keep thinking twice…and then come anyway.
Much more fun than the poetry they make us read in class. I wonder how my English professors would feel about this one? Perhaps reading more like this would keep my attention.
Alyssa,
I doubt your professors would be very impressed, but I wrote it for ‘us’ not ‘them’. ~
Glad you enjoyed it, dear.
Enjoying getting a reply and coming out of the proverbial closet even more. No more lurking for me!
Oh, and thank you, Ms. Kane!
Alyssa,
It gets lonely in the closet – join us more often!