Barb’s garb

By Ron J

There once was a lady named Barb

Who put on the most hideous garb.

Her date said you’re not wearing that

And what followed was a long spat.

Till her date took things well in hand

But not at all what Barb had planned.

For soon her own bottom was quite bare

And over his lap, sticking up in the air.

He spanked her bum a bright red

Till she agreed to what he said.

The result of a sore red behind

Had that effect on Barb’s mind

She dressed this time to his fair

Fearing another spanking right there.

She was sore with how the dress fit

to pass up tonight on a place to sit.

Barb knew this dress she must wear

To avoid even more spanks on the bare

With a tight dress on, even before got out

Her red bottom was making her shout