by Ron J

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It's late at night and I hear the coyote echo in my mind
As I wind my way back to camp only for me to find
That there are no matches left! You used them to smoke.
Well normally, I am a rather forgiving and loving bloke.

Here I am chilled to the bone from the long trek for food
And you're here complaining about me being in a foul mood.
With the fire gone out and no other source for a flame
Shivering, I tell you, "There is no one else to blame."

All you had to do while I walked to town to get stuff,
Was to watch the campfire, now that is little enough
But you not only let our only fire go out tonight,
You used all the matches, as you needed a light.

I look at you very upset, at your carefree attitude.
I decide the one way to end this impending feud
Is to light a fire where you need the reminder the most.
While the exercise of spanking will keep me warm as toast

I seem to have found the way to solve our dilemma now.
So lifting you out of the tent and into the woods we plow,
Till we reach an old stump that seems an adequate chair.
Sitting down, I drag your jeans down till your bum is bare.

You gripe and complain that this is not at all fair
And something to the effect that I wouldn't dare.
But I just flip you across my knee in one move
Saying with what I am about do, you will improve.

As I lecture on, the cold chill in the air makes me shiver
But the goose bumps forming on your bum make you quiver.
You yell "Hey Ron, my bare bottom is freezing, cover my bum."
I laugh at your comment, "Well my dear, is it really getting numb?

My dear, I want it nice and cold before I begin to spank you
So you will feel every spank with all the pain you put me through
For I want to fight fire with fire as the expression seems to go
So a fire is going to be set in your bare bottom, right now, you know.

With the scolding over, it's time for my exercise to start
So I haul back and spank you with all the sting I can impart.
As my hand dances in the dark from bare cheek to cheek
Your bum fire is starting, but it is a long way from its peak.

You yell in rhythm as the spanks begin to fill the chilled air
The echo in the forest is so loud, it almost gives me a scare.
For all around for miles all will know there is a spanking
But no one will see us, is the fact on which I am banking.

I am sure the kind police if called would even help out.
They would probably shine their bright spotlight about,
Till they focused on the sound, then your bottom so bright.
For by then my dear, your bum fire will glow in the night.

As I continue to spank your bottom, it looks so red and hot
That I have to put on my dark sunglasses, believe it or not.
After I get them on, I start to spank once again with full force
Until the tears are exploding from you, but I show no remorse.

The fire is causing your bottom to blister from the extreme heat
But I continue to spank hard never even pausing to miss a beat.
The sweat is rolling down my face from the workout I getting,
As a result of the pace of your bare bottom spanking I'm setting.

Well I finally decide after I feel my clothes are drenched in sweat
That the blazing fire in your bare bottom is now very firmly set.
I'm sure for many days now that bum fire will never ever go out,
And by sitting at all, those flames will again cause you to shout.

I let you get up, as I push you off my knee in a hurry
For I have to get all this clothing off as begin to worry.
In the mean time I hope you don't bring rain from your little dance.
Let's go, I look up to a tree branch, pausing, to give you a chance.

The hint is not lost on you at all, now that was a real switch.
As you pull up your pants with a 'ow', but there's no other hitch.
So we head back to the camp with both of us quite warm,
But I know without the campfire some animal may swarm.

I then tell you won't be able to smoke tonight as you know
And to think of it, it's time you stopped. So before we go
You'll be without cigarettes, for the rest of our camping trip.
As a further lesson for you, where there 's smoke, there's fire

For if I catch you from now on, even having a little puff,
I will spank a fire into your backside till it's hot enough.
So you see my dear, your smoking with the fire neglected
Will never happen again, but now that is to be expected.

As I lecture on, you respectfully look at me and cringe
But you know from now on you're on an anti-smoking binge.
If there was a corner in this tent, I'd have you standing there,
With your pants pulled down and your spanked bottom bare.

I expected to read my book tonight by the soft campfire light.
Instead I had to pull down your drawers to get things bright.
So I angled you around to my side then I opened my book.
Then read a whole chapter aloud, for the full half hour it took.

When it was finally time to nestle down for the night,
The eerie sounds outside were causing you some fright.
So you asked me softly, if we could just use one sleeping bag
You said it so tenderly, without a hint of how you usually nag.

This is a side of your character that I had not ever seen before
Which augured well indeed, for what I think was still in store
Well the rest of the story is so touching tender and sweet
That I won't repeat it here and save you pressing the delete