Grace's Christmas poem

Merry Christmas! I hope you are all having a wonderful day, thanks for coming by to share a little of your holiday time.

I love today’s Fantasy Friday! The wonderful and talented Grace sent this to me years ago. She wrote it just for Fantasy Friday and I have to say I was honored. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. A very Merry Christmas to you all.

Twas the night before Christmas...or was it? 

Twas the night before Christmas 

And all through the house 

Not a creature was stirring 

Except for a spouse! 

The paddles were hung 

In the closet with care 

In hopes that a red bottom 

Soon would be there 

The wife was a nestled 

All snug in the corner 

While visions of swats 

And how many were wondered. 

And Mamma in her tee-shirt 

And I with my bats 

Were just settling in

For some long and hard swats 

From out of the corner 

There rose such a clatter 

When I said it was time 

And in my hand was a swatter. 

Away from the corner 

She flew like a flash 

Pulled down her panties 

And bent over, at last. 

Her butt was like moonlight 

On new fallen snow 

Gave luster of mid-day 

To eyes all a-glow. 

When, what to her wondering 

Eyes should appear 

But a paddle of wood 

A big subject of fear. 

With the first little slap  

So lively and quick 

I knew in a moment 

She’s probably quite slick 

More rapid than eagles, 

The spanks how they came 

She cursed and shouted 

And called me bad names 

Ouch, meany, Ow, wieny, Oh please stop, it hurts 

Eeeeouch yes sir, screech, no sir 

She sputters and spurts 

From the top of her tail bone 

To the top of her thighs 

Now spank away, spank away 

Spank low and high 

As with a very sore bottom 

Her screams echo the sky 

Her bum meets with the paddle 

The slaps echo and fly 

So upping the tempo 

The paddle, it flew 

With a fast paced staccato 

And some rubbing too 

And then in a twinkling 

I heard a low moaning 

The prancing and pawing 

Of feet and of clawing 

As I drew in my hand 

And was starting to slow 

Down put the paddle 

And the hand was a go 

My hand started slapping 

From tushy to thigh 

And her screams turned 

To panting, and then a big sigh 

A bunch of hard slaps 

I had put on her bottom 

And she looked like a naughty girl, just like she oughta 

Her eyes, how they twinkled 

Her dimples how merry 

Her bum was like roses 

Her bottom like a cherry. 

Her droll little bottom 

Tightened just like a bow 

And the skin on her thighs 

Was as white as the snow 

The stump of a paddle 

Held tight in my hand 

And I swore there was smoke 

From her bottomy land 

I had a broad smile, 

At the buttocks that shook 

When I smacked and I slapped 

And I spanked and I cooked 

Her bottom was chubby and plump 

A right sore was her self 

And I laughed when I saw it 

In spite of myself 

With a wink of my eye 

And a twist of my wrist 

Soon gave me to know 

She couldn’t resist 

I spoke not a word 

But went straight to my work 

And filled all the white spots 

Then turned with a jerk 

And laying a finger 

Inside of her place 

I gave her an orgasm 

And made her heart race 

Then we sprang to our bed 

And our bodies did whistle 

So away we both flew 

Like the down of a thistle 

But I heard her exclaim as we both were entwined 

Happy Spanking to all And to all, a good night!

 ~o~

Grace thanks again. I have always know you are an incredibly talented writer but I have to say this is one of your masterpieces! Remember, everyone is invited to contribute to Fantasy Friday. Send your stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com