Bills are red for me

By Ron

I gave it little thought, she said

Till I’d seen your face turn red.

Then it all came back to me

That my bills were there to see.

I wished now I been a lot keener

But it was too late by your demeanor

I flinched as I felt your gaze my way

Sorry now I had asked you to stay

If only I had put those bills away

I’d been sitting better, I’d say

For now I was squirming about

As my whole name you did shout

My first and last name, all strung out

Ne’er a good omen when you’re about.

You pulled the straight back chair out

And then turned in completely about

My body shook as you beckoned me

To come and stand beside your knee

I pleaded that those bills were wrong

But my eyes betrayed a different song

Your waggling finger was in my face

So tempted I was to give it a taste

But I remember a time long before

And just stood staring at the floor

My hands retreating to my backside

My cheeks swayed from side to side

My last plea to save them from your hand

Unfortunately came out like a demand

I show you young lady what I expect

And that is to show the proper respect

Now pull up that short skirt, he said

My face then turned all shades of red

I never disobeyed his words again

As spanks to my bare thigh did rain

Now across my knee and bare your bum

I wished, it wasn’t so spankable as some

Now that’s a bottom made for spanking

He said, a fact to which I wasn’t thanking

My bare bottom now poise up in the air

I tried my best to diminish the area there

‘Now what do you think your doing’

He pulled me back for the insuing

Lecture on staying in spanking position

Or he would provide another transition.

As I felt him loosening his thick belt

I felt my whole body was going to melt

I promised I would be a very good girl

There was no need for his belt to unfurl

I hated the feeling of my bottom bare

And always fussed as it felt the cool air

He always lectured me then on being good

But still I never got off, by saying ‘I would’

The  long wait for my spanking to come

While he lectured over my bare bum

Was almost worse than the actual spanking

But the spanking still got the top ranking

For when he spanked my bare cheeks

It seemed like I was there for weeks

And he never did stop for my tears

Or my promises for the next 20 years.

Whenever I did get, from over his knee

I usually set the record for a rubbing spree

And then rushed to the bathroom to see

Just how red that my bottom could be

It was only then, as the glow came on

That I felt that care and love he put upon

Each spank to my bottom making it blush

As I felt the power and the thrilling rush

I lingered there, till I heard his caring voice

Asking me if I ever wanted another choice

But after I spanking I no longer pleaded

I always told him that’s what I needed

That is of course till the next one will come!

Then I’ll say anything, to save my bum.

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