The Sounds of Spanking
(with apologies to Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel)
Copyright (c) 2001 by Don A. Landhill

Hello corner my old friend
I've come to stare at you again
Because a vision softly sneaking
came to me when hubby was sleeping
and the vision, i atoned for with my rear
led me here
after the sounds of spanking

With restless feet I walked alone
down the hallway to the phone
beneath the halo of the desk lamp
called my girlfriend who's the bratty champ
and my eyes ignored the glow of the deskclock's light
that tolled the night
and foretold the sounds of spanking

All through that sleepless night I jawed
ten thousand schemes and maybe more
schemes of shopping without paying
schemes of bratting without paddlings
schemes of pulling pranks, that people never caught
so no one thought
to start the sounds of spanking

Foolishly I did not note
My hubby till he cleared his throat
"hear my words for I shall scold you,
Feel the paddle while I will hold you"
and his smacks, like burning fire fell,
well echoed by the sounds of spanking

And i bent myself and prayed
for the paddle to be stayed
and the paddle smacked out my warning
with the bruises that it was forming
and my hubby said "the deeds of the bratty
shall be thought of between corner walls
in the silent hall,
and expunged with the sounds of spanking."

-D.A.L. April 2001