Spanking is the first fetish I became aware I had and it will always be a passion and a big part of our FLR.  This is a poem I wrote a while ago.

It’s the never ending cycle

In the life of a spankee

Everything is going well.

Then I’m ordered over Her knee!

“You’re going to get a spanking.”

The first sign I did something wrong.

My bottom might be fine and white now,

But it won’t be for very long!

Being told to take your clothes off might upset some.

But it never bothers me

While some might find it shameful,

I’m an exhibitionist, you see.

Even so, I take my time stripping

Though it makes Her complain.

The sooner I am naked,

The sooner I feel the pain.

Then She beckons me to Her,

And hauls me over Her lap.

After getting me in position,

She gives my bare bottom a tap.

“This will hurt you more than it does me.

She says with a smirk.

She smacks the bathbrush down hard

making my poor bottom jerk!

An instant smack on the other cheek

Getting ready to deliver,

A heat to my rear end

Enough to make me shake and quiver.

The bathbrush moves in perpetual motion,

Really making me squirm.

But I can’t escape the dreadful hurting

Because She’s holding me too firm.

The spanking seems to go on forever,

When will it ever end?

Her arm is moving in a blur.

How much energy can She expend?

At last my punishment is over,

Just when I can’t take any more.

She moves Her arm from around me,

My feet can touch the floor.

My bottom is really stinging,

But I know better than to rub,

I bask in Her loving praise

As She calls me Her good little sub.

In the end it really is worth it.

Enduring all the pain,

I know it makes me a better man

Until the cycle begins all over again.