Best Spank Poems
Monkey See~
There once was a monkey named Frank
Who loved to walk the plank
He said too many jokes
Pulled too many hoaxe-s
Ha! Ha! Ha! Then he got a good spank
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Who's that monkey in front of me
I dare to hang with you on a tree
Oh! What I do? Will you do?
Together we are like glue
Is that my flea or your flea?
~ Skat ~
Contest~
Although some things might make me want to fight,
at times I have the instinct to take flight.
I noticed this at first when I was ten.
It happened that I had a boyfriend then.
He’d see me at the church and we would talk.
A few times home from school or church we’d walk.
I had a birthday coming up, and he
showed up so he could celebrate with me.
My family sang happy birthday, and
what happened next involved my little friend.
One crazy custom says that you can spank
the birthday girl; I’d rather walk a plank. . .
than let some boy get close to my behind
and spank me , not just once, but ten more times!
That little punk would not be spanking ME,
so when he went for it, I had to FLEE!
I ran upstairs with him in full pursuit.
He had the nerve to follow, dumb galoot!
I locked my door because no matter what -
I would not let that fellow spank my butt!
More stories I could give to illustrate
how fast I bolt when faced with things I hate.
The moral is - from me just keep away
if you lean more towards Fifty Shades of Grey!
Written 5/5/15 for Tammy Reams' The Pigeon who Flew the Coop Poetry contest
Baby you’re so cute
Baby you’re so fine
You may not know it yet
But you’re forever mine
I see you in my Dreams
You are all I can think about so it seems
When we kiss the urge is hard to resist
I want you
I need you
Feel me inside
Make me moan
Make me scream
Baby make love to me
Hard fast soft or slow
The deeper I dig the better it feels
To make you mine would be so unreal
I laugh
I giggle
I taunt
I tease
You tickle
You play
You please
Just one kiss one touch that’s all it takes
That’s when my body has tiny earthquakes
My body shivers
My body shakes
You make me feel so awake
I love this feeling
I hope it never goes away
Touch me
Tease me
Oh baby please me
Pull my hair
Spank me
Bite my neck
I like that
I’d eat you up and suck you dry
Hold me baby through the night
The way you kiss drives me insane
I want it
I crave it
I need it now
Give it to me please
Baby make me weak in the knees
There is no other way now I’m addicted to you now
Is this a dream it feels so real
No rehab can detox me
I am an addict you are my addiction
She is all about appearances, creating the right look
She wears glasses she doesn't need and carries around a book
She's the naughty librarian, her hair tied up in a bun
Don't let her looks fool you, she is definately about the fun
If she calls you to her office, be real thankful to be there
Watch as she undoes her buttons and let's down her silky hair
She says you need to be quiet, as she brings out all her toys
You must listen carefully, if you do you'll know her joy
You look at her gorgeous body, a feast for your lustful eyes
A certain part of your body, begins to increase in size
She asks you to lay on the desk, so that she can have a better look
Then she says to turn over and proceeds to spank you with a book
You try hard to be quiet, still You let out a simple scream
As she starts to turn you over, passions released in a stream
She tells you not to worry, you will have alot more fun
She hands you the Kama Sutra, she says this is lesson one
"My spice box contest"
Well and I Get A Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff
You do to me, the way you blow and stick your tongue
In my ears, the way you spank me and make me
Beg for more, the way you pour honey all over my body
And lick me clean ooh wee well I Get a Kick Outta
All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, the way you kiss
And bite my neck, the way you tickle me 'til I almost
Piss myself, the way you tie me to the bed and run ice
Down my happy trail just sends me into orbit well and
I know you get a kick out of it yourself especially when
You use that toy on me; I swear you get into it as much
As I do...I've never had such an innovated lover before
Ooh wee baby, oooh wee I Get a Kick, I Get a Kick
Outta All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, ooh wee
Ooh wee baby I want more, more, more yeah make
Me sore, I Get a Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff!
Open my eyes on a bloodshot morning
The champion strains his leash
He's howling in pain, but he's howling in vain
The lights on Love Street are red
Tension mounts in my flesh
The rigidity of perplexed anguish
Turgid in my purple soldier's head
Veins popping, striated muscle pink and warm
I whip him, three times a day
Offer him a hand out of spite
I'll be frank: I spank and I spank
This thing's bigger than the both of us
On Sunday last my troubles blew away in an E-F-5.
Good grief, Big Mean mama said, “Could you not keep my boy alive?”
I had been praying for a wonderful catastrophe like this.
For Frank G. Dell was a rounder, a real misfit.
He was known to slap me and punch me and beat me around.
I was optimistic when I heard the E-F-5 tornado sound.
The highest of winds came up hard, and they came up fast.
I did not know if either one of us would last.
“Take them!” he yelled, pointing straight at the baby and me.
Our darling child, aptly named Miss Dee.
I knew he was awful. I knew he was bad.
But he was my husband, and Miss Dee’s Dad.
The wind promptly picked him up and gave him a spank.
This was the end of my husband, my old man named Frank.
I’ll raise his child, Big Mama said to me.
A few minutes later, her corpse was hanging from a tree.
God sent that E-F-5 to save me that day.
When you mess with good people, you simply must pay.
She made a sanctuary for synonyms.
Kept them safely sequestered away.
Had to spank pail and pale yesterday, she told me.
I was surprised, but not morbidly so. She is strict.
I had to chase when and win around the block.
I had to make flu and flew eat their vegetables.
I had to straighten out to and too but not two.
I was getting tired of these phone calls.
However, I have to admit, she is keeping masks on them.
And so far none of them have caught the Covid-19.
But I do wish she would release a few of them
For I need to use wail and whale in my next poem.
Four Two Nine Eight Washington Street
My childhood address
A place where neighbors were not afraid to spank us
And mothers handed out homemade cookies without fear
of being arrested
Four Two Nine Eight Washington Street
A place where we could hear Mrs.McGill's laughter day and night
Knowing she was watching her game shows, fancing herself on one
A place where neighbors took collections when people died
And fathers showed everyone's son how to fish and hunt
not just their own son
Four Two Nine Eight Washington Street
A small house, but filled with love
A porch whose railings usually housed six or eight neighbors
A yard full of marigolds and one lone cottonwood tree
A yard where the neighborhood children all played
"The ghost is out tonight" at eight p.m. and no one thought
about anyone being abducted.
Four Two Nine Eight Washington Street
A place that is much smaller now, that I am older and taller
But a place I can travel to whenever I want, in my mind
An innocent place.
A loving place.
A childhood place.
A safe place.
For sure.
~ SLAP the POET ~
First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.
You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.
Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.
I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.
I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.
On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know
Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming my twins carry certain powers.
In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.
Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.
Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.
Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.
~ SKAT ~
(Dedication)
(Dakarai Cobbs)
Spank your children, spank them good.
Spank them as you know a good parent should.
"Wait until your father gets home," is a phrase I'll never forget.
I was spanked as a child and it taught me respect.
Never ever feel guilty for spanking your children.
You're not being cruel, you're enforcing discipline.
When you spank your children they will end up better for it...
.. although many also go on to live their lives awfully traumatic.
The truth is that whenever any parent spanks their children
they do so for only one specific reason
and it has absolutly nothing at all to do with enforcing discipline.
That is simply an excuse for justification.
Parents spank their children not as a disciplinarian pretense.
Parents spank their children because they lose their patience
but cannot admit to that moment of weakness,
because it's easier to spank them and silence their protests.
Bigger than bodacious,
higher TCH than contagious-
I poke at the smoke and make a cause to estrange this,
…toodle-to-do in my space ship!
I love how much I can remake this,
and bank the right to go out on a limb,
spill on the film,
make the gas on the ground increase its bliss,
run through the breeze and accept your diss,
though it is time to resist-
and look back at your breast...
Ask mother to draw me up a sign-
because like it or not you are on my line,
and my best friends,
and my bosses,
your eye’s doing crosses,
your cops pulling over bloggers!
Wait,
stop!
I said stop on a dime!
Pick one up and help pay for the blind!
We adore dances as long as they make man-shifts,
make shift-
endanger wigs,
throw out chicken strips,
and hopeless trips!
Play out banquettes, with not enough men to spank it!
Even though they're all over it,
callin' all out smurf!
And say **** anybody with my tip!
It's high in the mountain range-
and it see's you as strange!
Blame blame blame!
And then do it all again!
Go to the gym later and explain!
Ask why do young men have names?...
I haven't given them my change,
I am still alive,
I deserve to be played!
I am in turn to say hey, go away,
you little brother,
stayin' for a long time and then bein' like...mine!
A spanking good tale
I read a blog -was it only yesterday
I haven’t laughed so much, I can truly say
About large women and I will not make fun
That’s because I am turning into one
But the blog that I read proved there is hope for all
As long as we can make sausages, if I recall
A massage or two with a pin rolling flat
Is it to iron out wrinkles or reduce the fat?
A spank a day or so I have heard
Is what middle age men like, but girls think absurd
A front bum, well that’s a new one on me
I have enough in the rear to perhaps make up three
But what gives me hope, apart from the front bum thing
Is that some men out there seem to enjoy this sort of thing
So send me you dreams followed by your numbers too
I’ll put them aside for when I’m ready for you
So thank you Chris for your blog yesterday
You have given hope to all women and that’s all I can say
Inspired By Chris D Aechner's Blog 15/02/2012
cat o' nine tails
today hand or belt
is spanking right or wrong?
Jumping the jam,
I am peter pan,
doing a man,
don't know his name at this dam.
Down-stream is a clam,
up is a nap-
I creak when I walk,
never stop for talk,
just smoke a lot,
and hope for a magical robot,
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf.
Reading a lot,
speeding at the shop,
rotating at the main evacuation,
suffocating during masterb#***$!
Stoning without stoners to bank it,
waiting for sin to just spank it!
I read the riddles,
and rape the shingles-
right off red roofs,
of old men sitting in bagels.
I retort the regime,
I run from the scene,
I do all the same drugs,
I hate all the same thugs.