I am the original author posted elsewhere 3/3/08. My first love is poetry. Combined with spanking it turns to lust.
A sestina is a poem of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy, originally without rhyme, in which each stanza repeats the end words of the lines of the first stanza, but in different fixed order, the envoy using the six words again, three in the middle of the lines and three at the end.
walking her wool slacks molded her bottom
setting my wineglass back on the table
stood up to greet her kissed soft cheek
sparkling smile that reaches her eyes
whispers in ear today I was naughty
breath in her hair scent of perfume.
do I smell an expensive perfume
if it is I’ll be spanking that bottom
I didn’t mean to oh why am I naughty
perhaps a lesson bent over this table
in public she cried with fear in her eyes
how else can I punish such cheek.
please sir not here tears on her cheek
all this for a little bottle of perfume
you know the rules no wool in my eyes
over my knee proper place for your bottom
nervously twists ring her hands on the table
I’m taking you home my lover who’s naughty.
remove your clothes my sweet naughty
slowly turn round show me your cheek
stretch yourself out over that table
seen from behind can smell her perfume
my firm hand starts smacking pale bottom
look in the mirror and open your eyes.
reflected in light her misty blue eyes
trembling mouth with a pout looks naughty
hairbrush strokes cracking on pink bottom
timing each blow on her flexing cheek
odor of roses her feminine perfume
an essence that flows onto the table.
writhing her hips grind into table
panting and weeping with unfocused eyes
higher she spirals pulses lusty perfume
she thrusts back begging more I’m naughty
please harder faster all over my cheek
long thorough strapping makes a red bottom.
sprawled on the table you’ve learned not to be naughty.
with pleading eyes looks back rubbing hot sore cheek.
was it worth the perfume to have a well roasted bottom.
P.S. I’d like to take full credit for the feminine silhouette of the poem, but truth is it only happened by accident when I centered the poem on the page. I couldn’t have planned it if I tried.