Slap Stick It To Me

He’s sorry and wished it undone
But dad’s home—there’s no where to run  
The spanking's intense
Father never relents        
And imprints his hands on his son
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 12:10 AM
Duke, this is my tenth click and just can't find anything of yours I have not read. Anyway, this sure was a good one I read a long time ago!!
Dietrich Avatar
June 7, 2013 at 12:10 AM
btw, thanks for your kind words today.
Duncan Avatar
March 29, 2013 at 12:34 AM
I very much like the way you wrote this. That's the way I came up. ,,,, belt or a tree switch. A lot of times we had to go get our own switch ;} that was my mom . Whom I love with out a doubt. Hey you have a blessed Easter Sunday Duke ;}
Lamoureux Avatar
November 20, 2012 at 3:03 PM
You have skills, I have never tried this form. The trouble with reading a masters work is that it appears to be deceptively easy. As with other styles that is far from the truth.
Kendrick Avatar
January 11, 2011 at 4:49 PM
Well, that is the way it used to be and I am sure that in some homes that is the way it still is...The loving mother or father have more agony about the discipline than most children do..Enjoyed your work very much..Yes, the Maple syrup that I was referring to was the real thing and I was sad when the bottle was empty for it is very expense and I probably will not have any more for a long time..The corn syrup that is used as a sweetener now ruins everything..It has an odd taste..Sara
Sweetheart Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 12:25 PM
Well not allowed any longer Duke my friend but a grand Limerick as only u can pen them luv.. now they call is 'abuse'..if u spank anyone... even adults..haha... nice to see u looking up the "Sweetheart" and happy new year with lots of luv..
Loving Iii Avatar
January 10, 2011 at 3:55 AM
we raise soldiers not cowards and theives. john
Dietrich Avatar
January 9, 2011 at 11:17 PM
Duke thanks for your sweet comments to me today. well, it's good you can find humor in these things from your childhood. My hubbie had to get past a lot of emotional stuff once he left home and it can be quite difficult. Let me reread another limerick you explained to me.
A  Avatar
January 9, 2011 at 6:46 PM
way to stick it
Anderson Avatar
January 8, 2011 at 7:08 PM
Very funny but painful...Jimmy
Dietrich Avatar
January 7, 2011 at 10:58 PM
So it must have been YOU the son, from that title. Good one, Duke.
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