Emily's Spanking Sonnet
 

<+Emily> Your bottom, pale as the silvered moon
<+Emily> Can be induced to change its pallid hue
<+Emily> And this alas, shall happen to it soon
<+Emily> You've done what I have told you not to do.
<+Emily> Eclipses give the moon a shadowed blush
<+Emily> On your own shoulders be the consequence.
<+Emily> To red shall turn the moon, thanks to my brush
<+Emily> I'd truly credited you with more sense.
<+Emily> To have you kicking, crying 'cross my knee
<+Emily> And swearing to your gods that you'll be good
<+Emily> Will fill my heart and quim brimful with glee
<+Emily> I wouldn't spare you even if I could.
<+Emily> And contra He who blessed all the meek
<+Emily> You'll HATE it when I turn the other cheek.
<+Emily> There, boom, sonnet.