Spanked Poems | Examples

who just got teed off

Tariffs spanked my 401k
The shank-the-ball king had to say:
I will never flub
I’ve used the right club
Just check out my lie on this play

Garbage Bins

Garbage Bins

I recommend garbage bins outside to 
be spanked, but ...
not publicly. Why? Because 
they stink! Roaches and 
blow flies might 
uphold, defend that action of 
spanking.

Down Memory Lane

     'Rub-a-dub-dub
       Thanks for the grub
     God’s neat; Let’s eat!'

     Back in the day
        a prayer we would say
     at camp, but never at home

     At home we’d get spanked
        if we pulled such a prank 
     Or forced to 'take a long walk
        ~ off a very short plank!’

Arabique VIII

"Esfah awi ya maaly el basha." I playfully begged.
"It's okay." He breathed on my neck as he spanked one of my soft thighs.
Kept pleading my apology while taking it all in.

Arabique III

"Aywa niq kusy ya habibi," I softly spoke while spread out.
"Sharmouta magnoona!" He spanked her bottom with a shout.
She sighed as she realized he is all she's thought about.

Anna Liisa

Anna Liisa was Great-grandmother's name. She emigrated from Finland at the beginning of the 20th century. 
I have only one memory of Anna Liisa from back when I was 10. She was elderly then and had come to live with Grandmother. 

She sat in a big, comfy rocking chair in the far end of the living room. We young ones, my siblings and cousins, were a bit scared of her. She had a strange countenance, as old people do, and spoke only Finn.

My brother says he remembers her. At that time he was a terrible two, but he swears now, when he talked to Great-grandmother he understood every word that she said.

He tells us that one time Mother had to correct some of his young misbehavior, and she spanked him square on his little behind. He says that made Great-grandmother laugh and say, "paha poika," which translated means "bad boy!" 

dear Anna Liisa
your language was as foreign 
to me as you were

Debree Under Christmas Tree Horn Haiku

cat climbed Christmas tree
you should see all the debree
had been spanked by me

The Rod and Reproof Gives Wisdom

Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod

"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above

The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way

It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God

A Pappy Ending

My neighbour friend? His life is through -
He bit off more than he could chew: 
His teenage daughter caused much grief -
Dropped out and got knocked up, in brief -
Dad lost his cool and spanked her! Twice! -
Recorded on a smart device. 
She called the cops and they drove him
Straight to the bad dad asylum. 

April 1, 2023

On Wendy Watson’s Snappy Ending

My Master

My master 

Your hand around my neck 
You tug on my hair 
As I moan for more 
I've never felt such pleasure 
Your tongue and hands 
Reaching every inch of my skin
I'm not thinking at all 
Your lips on my skin 
As you tie me up 

Spanked with a whip 
As your fingers slide lower 
For your in charge 
As I beg for you to rub me 
Harder and faster 
For you are my master 
I'm screaming at this point 
For the pleasure you again from the pain 
Drives you insane in 
I can feel it in your ministrations
As you tease
In the hopes to please 
Before I realise
You are lodged inside 
Our moans mingle together 
As our sweet game comes to an end 
And slumber takes over

Friends From Younger Years

Intro: I would like to devote this poem to my great friend Vijay, as he's the one who first exposed me to the 'Lay" form( all lines must have 8 syllables and rhyme)



Friends from my youth are all elapsed
One died sadly by his people, ditched
From someone with an odd wedding,
To those who share beds for sleeping
One wise taught around the world's way
Other spanked by car on roadway.

From the one, they tease mate's bad show
To one who blames self, pals bestow
Other heart laid away and read,
newspaper, laying on his bed
None told us life would be this way
We weren't told round daily decay.

 I'd call on your birthday with kind.
I'd kneel to soothe your gloomy mind.
And I'd grasp what you vibe me to.
I'd sob on your chest as dust drew.
I tend you as your grin sieve hope.
All this will be trailed by a rope.

Written: January 25, 2022

Plenty Good

PLENTY GOOD

candy dance for fools
   paper crown askew
      bubble gum popping

tomboy blonde sees him plenty good
she’ll recall those cotton candy blue eyes
and clouds of curly pearl hair

her farmer-braids appraise
the mule, about to get spanked
by the slingshot tool

her cotton candy pink bows
show off a measure of femininity.
her mother planted them there.

soda pop teeth guffaw
as the jackass rears up
and the boys gang’ slap their knees

all the adults in the poetry room
rear up too
at the sound of the asinine scream

      braids upside-down
   stomach hurts
butterflies inside

7/8/2021

We Are the Eighth Graders

We are the eighth graders the mighty mighty eighth graders
Their mantra is loud and confident, a battle cry.
They sound proud and ready to face the day.
They are gathering a crowd of eight graders now.

They are an excited, jubilant happy mob.
We are the eight graders, the mighty mighty EIGHTH GRADERS!
Their first day in high school, and they are psyching themselves up.
Before they enter the high school as freshman, the bottom of the rung.

Suspecting they are going to be beaten down, put down, pushed down
Cranked, pranked, and possibly spanked by last year’s eighth graders.
They have older siblings, so they have been warned.
They march in as a mob, expecting the worst.

O Righteous Me

Whores of Babylon, I breathe amongst you everyday 
 On city streets, in country lanes, along lone alleyways 
  Selling illegal merchandise, cheap, tainted, unrefined 
 Tempting this incognito angel, back into my own kind 

  Dens of iniquity, hedonistic programs, carnal pleasure 
 Take me to your pimp, I’ve got a wallet full of treasure 
  Bring good gear, Snow White, not crude crystal meth
 Tonight I’m getting wasted, to within one inch of death 

  Seedy massage parlors, proffering rubdowns, with oils
 This upstanding citizen, on tables of unembellished soil
  Licking toads back, my penchant, as I pray to the gods
 Yapping like a puppy, choke chained, spanked with rods

  Cesspools of assignation, motel rooms, knocking shops
 Gonna keep banging up, til my veins collapse from shock 
  Tomorrow chase the dragon, before addressing a church
 Sermons of fire and brimstone, damning you, is my purge. 

By
David Kavanagh

Horseshoes and Matches

-you should fear the fourth of November
because your old butt is sitting on a powder keg
after a summer of disease and restriction
after a summer boiling over with George
the young are holding the matches
and day 
upon 
day
upon
day 
the media spits gasoline in their pimply 
black veiled faces.

The "black veils" have no immunity to losing
because they've been given trophies 
for bringing up the rear..
they've been raised by the over-tolerant villagers
not the parents 
never spanked
now they've broken rank
with civility
carrying left-handed shanks

encouraged by professor anarchy 

You should fear the fourth
because your old butt is sitting on 
a powder keg
and if the orange one wins
the brats will be pitching matches and gasoline
like we used to pitch horseshoes and pennies.

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