To Mistress Vonn – Poem about spanking
It’s session day I’m really scared
For I know my bottom bared
With feeling the anger of mistress wrath
The punishment dispensed with a laugh
Mistress Vonn smiles and is ready
Her azure eyes hold me steady
Now there is no time to wait
I must go and accept my fate
Mistress is a goddess divine
Her blonde hair glistens and it shines
Like an angel fallen from above
Who I adore and truly love
I’m stripped naked to my shame
As Mistress says that I’m to blame
Spanking to my cheeks she will deliver
The tears will flow just like a river
Ashamed and humbled standing bare
Panties are then put on with care
Then I loudly start to complain
As if it will stop the coming pain
Next a dress so short and tight
It could be for a lady of the night
A black wide belt around the waist is clasped
‘’Far too tight’’ I say with a gasp
Each item is chosen with attention
And added to my growing tension
On my wrist, a ladies watch of gold
To remind is time to do as I’m told
As if it wasn’t bad enough
A girly blouse with lacy cuffs
And a pair of high heels with ankle straps
When I walk in them I will collapse
A long brown wig to finish off
Mistress says with a scoff
‘’You look like a girl all the boys will like
Because you are the office bike’’
Mistress Vonn says ‘You were warned ‘
‘About your fits so hissy’
But is hard not to pour on scorn
When you’re dressed up like a sissy.
To stand there in your skirt and heels
And hear your Mistress laugh
As masculinity slowly away peels
And your manhood shortens by a half.
Dragged by the ear into the room
I sense a fear of growing doom
The hairbrush on the table waits
It’s time to submit to my fate
I’m ordered over Mistress lovely legs
With my bottom nicely presented
‘Not the hairbrush’ she hears me beg
But the spanking cant be prevented
The shame the humiliation is hard to bear
But Mistress says she does not care
‘Your pain is not my problem’ she sneers
As you begging falls on deaf ears
Only ten strokes and it starts to hurt
But that is only over the skirt
Mistress lifts it up with ease
Spanking harder ignores my pleas
As the hairbrush is misused
Your bottom is blistered and bruised
As the pain starts to get worse
You feel like calling for a nurse
Then the moment of despair
As panties are lowered with some flair.
It’s the part that really rankles
As they go down to the ankles
As the pain begins to heighten
Around my waist Mistress grip tightens
There no escape from what’s to come
A spanking till I’m swollen numb
Mistress says’ Don’t think I have forgotten’
‘The hair brushing is just the opening shot’
‘If you think your pain is done’
‘It hasn’t it has just begun’
The thrashing is more keenly felt
When Mistress uses my girlfriend’s belt
The leather cracks and hits the spot
I’m crying again it hurts a lot
The session continues with corner time
The humiliation is all mine
Mistress scolds her voice composed
My hands-on head and red bottom exposed
It’s time for the strap to make its mark
The pain new heights will embark
‘100 strokes’ said with a smile
Then administered with some style
My hands do not escape the fun
For the punishment is not done
The tawse so thick and used so calm
For twelve stinging strokes across my palms
The allegations leveled are pure smut
As mistress continually calls me a slut.
‘Kimberley you’re not just flirty’
‘You’re a tart and cheap and dirty’
‘Bending over in the office as the tea you pour’
‘Just like a street walking whore’
‘You’re not being helpful or being kind’
‘Your want to be taken from behind’
For my tantrums, I pay a price
A game of chance played with dice
I roll it and it comes up four
That means 50 cane strokes are in store
The cage I bend over and exposed
I start to shudder at the blows
Made to count each stroke aloud
Hurting so bad my mind it clouds
The cane snaps after a fearsome stoke
Across my reddened cheeks it broke
‘I don’t know why your crying Kimmy’
‘The cane I used was only flimsy’
To finish off the fiber whip
Which slashes hard across my hips
Maximum pain does succeed
Hurts so much and makes me bleed
A day of pain yet full of fun
As I survey the damage done
I’m pleased with all the bright red strokes
And memories for days they will evoke