Spanking Poem by Saint Cynosure

This will hurt me more than it will you.



Ohhh...




Mom if that were only true.
Your striking hand against my skin,
over and over and over again.
Don't know what lies been told to you,
but my flesh speaks truth,
its black and blue
Every person makes mistakes,
is this my punishment to take?
Seen and unseen little scars,
upon my skin,
inside my heart.
Trust me I'll do this no more,
just put the belt down on the floor.
You were right I wasn't thinking,
but...





Does forgetfulness deserve a spanking?