Easter Bunny Saturday

by Ron J

It was getting near Easter, and warmer at last
As I thought back to the Easter long past.
I wondered if that bunny costume would fit
But then you had been working out a bit.

So come Easter weekend I was not too shocked
To see you in the bunny suit and on me you rocked .
I got to edge of the bed to see you already to play.
For me at this point I wanted a coffee where I lay.

The bunny suit always brings out the brat in you.
That is why this time I gave you your playful due.
I got up out of the bed, ignoring your teasing me
While looking to the kitchen for the morning coffee.

Whoever is up first always gets the coffee started.
But this morning it seemed that plan was thwarted.
I looked to my empty cup then to the coffee pot.
Then I looked at you to ask you, "okay why not?"

"I was busy", you answered. "It's Easter you know."
I said that's true but I still wanted my coffee to go.
I made the coffee as you frittered about some more.
I knew what you needed so I headed for the store.

You pouted at being left all alone for a little bit.
So I said "okay come on, while you still can sit."
You looked at me trying to read the look in my eyes.
But still got in the car even if you did actually realize.

I parked at the store saying, "I'll be right back."
You pouted, but then took on a different attack.
When I returned with a wooded paddle in my hand.
Your changed demeanor wasn't hard to understand.

I handed it to you to hold as I got in the car
However, before we even had gotten very far
You decided to ask, "What's the paddle was for?"
I answered, "to make a bunny behave more."

You shuddered in your seat hearing it out loud.
Going home now, you were not looking so proud.
You tossed it in the back saying, "it's not needed"
"you wasted your money" and on you proceeded.

I listened without speaking letting you press on.
Then said "this bunny is getting a needed lesson.
It was not the fact the coffee wasn't even made.
It was that you my dear, deliberately disobeyed.

It was Easter Saturday, so things were still quiet
As got to our own street, "I said don't even try it."
I could see you eyeing your car as a getaway,
For your bottom was going to spanked today.

I ushered you in the house, holding your hand.
In the other was the paddle, as I had planned.
You looked at the paddle and rushed inside.
Not wanting to be seen with the paddle in stride.

Once inside I proceeded to get out the chair.
You headed for the bathroom "don't you dare."
"Just for that you are going to stand on the stool
For trying to make me out my dear as a fool."

"I really needed to go" you said with a pout.
"well ask then don't go running all about.
I'll let you use the washroom right away."
I got the stool out from the closet to stay.

You took your time returning, till I called.
I then guided you to the place involved.
Reminding, about the coffee you neglected.
Deliberately too, as I had earlier detected.

You said the bunny suit made you do bad things
Without a care of the consequences it brings.
I lead you to the small stool in the center to stand
Then waited a while till I thought you'd understand.

I walked up later and lowered the flap in the back
So I had a good look at the part I was going to whack.
I then handed you the paddle to hold while you stood.
To run your fingers across its hard surface of wood

I gave you a further period to reflect on the price
Of being so bad and what you'd have to sacrifice.
I then asked you if you were ready for your spanking.
And I expected then to hear as well a proper thanking.

You thanked me out loud for caring enough
Even though that part was always very tough.
For you deserved what was about to come.
That being a hard spanking on your bare bum.

I guided you down with a hug after your speech
And pulled you over my lap, your lesson to teach.
I straighten the flap, out of the way to your back.
Then started to spank in a long continuous attack.

When you bottom was properly a nice bright red
I switched to spanking with the paddle instead.
You pleaded with me not to get the paddle today
But there was really nothing more you could say.

But after the first whack your hand sprang to cover
But that just added one more as you were to discover.
The new paddle whacked your bottom to a shiny red.
It sure changed your approach and the things you said.

You promised many things if I would please just stop.
So I gave you sore red bottom just one final hard pop.
Then I stood you on your own feet, letting you hop
And rub your very red bum from the bottom to top.

"Now let's have a nice hot coffee I together", I said
"It's Easter weekend and other things need to be read.
You don't want to be sent to bed without dinner
Even though that might help to keep you thinner."

You grudgingly returned to the scene of the crime.
The very cause of your red sore behind, this time.
I nicely retrieved a pillow from off the couch
So when you sat down you wouldn't say "ouch."

My bunny and I finally had a nice cup of hot coffee.
One of us enjoyed sitting more than the other you see
Even with a pillow my bunny squirmed delightfully.
I savored my coffee sipping in rather gradually.

You gulped yours, down but had to wait like it or not
But the lesson was learned to make the right things hot
A hot coffee was better than a hot spanking you found
But then again the logic I implanted was very sound.

I then let you have an Easter egg hunt that I planned
All the eggs you found would get your fanny less tanned
I guess I forgot to mention I pinned the flap up again
Making things handier and much less of a pain

Well I guess that's a matter from whose perspective.
For I'm sure the bunny suit was quite protective.
This was an annual Easter event for us you see
Your having a white bottom to start was a necessity.

But since you started off with a red sore bum
You were very careful not to overlook some.
When you came back with you basket collected
I gave you a chance saying three more undetected.

You vigorous looked all around each room.
But you face took on a look of utter gloom.
For still there were three you had not found
So you bottom would soon be red all round.

Well seven out of ten eggs was not really too bad
As I looked at the clock to see the time left you had.
"one minute" I said, as your eyes darted to and fro.
For your knew soon the place you have to go.

I patted my knee as your time ran finally out.
You gave out one last discouraged shout.
Then planted yourself across my thighs
And let loose several very deep sighs.

Okay I said "that is ten spanks an egg."
There is no sense in you trying to beg.
You are going to get all thirty spanks.
After each one you are to say thanks.

I then cleared the flap out of the way.
And started to spank and let you say
One "ow" two "ow" three "ow" four.
"Ron, please don't spank me any more."

We got to thirty but none too soon for you
As you were crying all the way through.
Your legs were kicking to each hard smack
And often I had to hold your hands back.

After I was done my bunny did more hopping.
In total her bare bum did get quite a whopping.
But what hurt most was when I revealed the eggs.
The groan that followed with you shaking your legs.

The eggs were hid in the ceiling light, the missing three.
But of course the floor is more of what you usually see.
You gave another groan while rubbing your bottom.
While I moved the stool and reached up and got 'em.

I then gave my bunny a great big hug right away.
Then getting your favorite cream, told you to lay.
I pulled back the flap again placing it on your back.
Then rubbed the cream in till I needed another pack.

By the time I was almost done, you were feeling great.
Your bottom was a warm pink but you couldn't wait.
I put the third tube aside and took you in my arms.
My sweet bunny was truly alive with all her charms

So our Easter Saturday morning you see
May not have been everyone's cup of tea
Or more apply everyone's cup of coffee.
But my bunny was as happy as could be.

For all that really is important to me.
Is that my dear Easter bunny is happy.
My Easter bunny only comes once a year.
Our memories have to last that long, I fear.

So we make Easter Saturday a day to remember
A day that we can look back on and dismember
To enjoy each little tidbit of that great day,
Where the Easter bunny came out to play.