Good King Whip-a-lass
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One-Sweet-lass
By: Unknown
Revised by Ron J
Good King Whip-a-lass last looked out,
On the spanking of a lassy,
When the strap was landing all about,
Deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone her moons that night,
Tho' the strap was cruel,
With the poor lassy's bum in sight,
T'was no need for fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder lass, who is she?
Why and what's she yelling?"
"Sire, she says she'll be good hence,
Still 'neath the strap
Against her red bottom,
Across her master's lap."
"Bring her to me, and bring me wine,
Bring her to me hither:
Thou and I will see her fine,
When we bear her thither."
Lassy red bottomed, to the king went,
T'was hard not to rub it better
But being rude to the king's servant
Could add the bitter sting of leather.
"Sire, the night is not as dark now,
Cause her bum burns stronger;
In her heart, She knows not how,
She can't be good for longer."
Mark my crop strokes, good my page;
I'll treat her to them boldly:
Thou shall find her bum's red stage
Will make our room less coldly."
His
master's steps, he did applaud
For her bum lay bare and tinted;
Hot strokes to her bare bod
Just the way the king had hinted.
The king said, all men do not fear,
To spank for her transgressing,
For he, who now, will bless her rear,
Shall yourselves find blessing.
