My December Tormentor - Winter Spanks Blog Hop

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Here we go. Welcome to the Winter Spanks blog hop. I do love a good ghost/supernatural story on a cold dark winter's night. Below you will find my contribution, a spanky poem inspired by Edgar Allan Poe. I've titled it My December Tormentor. I hope you like it :)

A favourite quote:"We loved with a love that was more than love." (Edgar Allan Poe)

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My December Tormentor

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I rubbed, weak and weary,
At my freshly spanked red bottom that was so sore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
That my raven-haired tormentor called once more,
All eager I embraced him - but alas could not placate him,
And found myself chastised and naked on the floor.

Then the old familiar feeling as I on the rug was kneeling
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors felt before,
And his hand now primed for beating had me very quickly weeping,
Once he grasped the tortuous leather strap hung by the door.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "Truly I your forgiveness do implore;
But my ears ring from the slapping and my bottom burns from strapping,
Please caress this punished flesh you so adore."

My raven lover so beguiling turned my sad fancy into smiling,
And the grave and stern decorum of his countenance foreswore.
So we laughed and hugged each other and on my lips his kiss did smother,
And great passion filled us both in my boudoir.



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