Spanking verse

Spanking verse is poetry or other verse that focuses on spanking, much as spanking stories are stories that focus on spanking. Spanking verse is a special case of spanking in poetry.

Some spanking verse is light verse, often in such forms as the Limerick or the nursery rhyme, intended to give a grin or chuckle or otherwise to have a lighthearted moment for a person interested in spanking. Other verse is more seriously intended, a way of expressing emotions and feelings connected with spanking sexuality or interests. Most such verse is written by amateurs — people with little or no formal training in the writing of poetry, and who are not published poets, just as most spanking stories are not written by professional authors.

A particular sub-form is spanking parody in which the words of a well known song or poem are altered to have a spanking connotation or reference.

Much modern poetry is free-form, abandoning the concept of fixed verse forms. Much spanking verse follows this trend, but spanking verse retains the use of fixed verse forms perhaps more often than does modern serious verse in general.

Example

An example of an attempt at serious spanking verse, using a classic verse form is "Catharsis", a sestina by Don A. Landhill. This verse was created for the 2003 Summer Story Contest on the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup. (The author publicly stated that anyone is allowed to reproduce this verse, provided that the author's byline and copyright notice are retained.)

Catharsis: a sestina

“	She turned about, and saw me raise my crop. She winced, eyes glinting, almost filled with tears, And said, “Is not my punishment enough?” “My bottom sore, my self-respect in shreds, “But you should wish to rend it once again “And all for such a trivial offence?” “'Twas disrespect, my love, no light offense, “And quite enough to earn six of the crop.” “But what is worse, what I’ll not have again, “What I will punish for, although your tears “May drown you, though you cry your throat to shreds, “Is mistreatment of yourself – I’ve had enough!” With that I stopped, for I had said enough. I pointed to the bench, where her offense Would be addressed. I would not let her tear herself to shreds Far better that I shred her with the crop And let her reach catharsis in her tears Than that we soon must do this all again. She stood. I pointed to the bench again, And said, “You will obey.” She paused enough I feared she would refuse, then through her tears Walked slowly to the bench. “My great offense “Was not the disrespect. For that, the crop “Is punishment enough. But shame that shreds “My soul, is due for what I’ve done. I tore to shreds “Your trust in me. How ever will you trust me now again?” I blinked. “We’ve sown the seeds of discord. But the crop “Has not ripened, and it shall not. I have acted quick enough I think, to nip this in the bud.” She laughed then, and her laugh gave no offense At such moments there’s no distance between laughter quick, and tears. But soon enough, she turned again to tears As her rear reddened, welted, almost came to shreds And paid the forfeit for her grave offense. Then quiet, and she came to earth again. She spoke, and I knew, her punishment’s enough, Her self, more than her rear, striped by the crop. Now this offence will not occur again For punishment enough will knit the shreds And stitch the psyche together, glue with tears, using the red-hot needle of the crop.	”
	— By Don A. Landhill, 2003

See also

• Sonnet
• Charlie Collingwood's Flogging
• An Ode To Miss Lydia

Links

• The Night Before Christmas by Cameron Dawn
• Rhiannon's Bedtime by Handprince
• The Night Before Christmas by Handprince
• A Note From Miss Parker by Handprince