Oh what do I do to make you smack my bottom?
Oh what do I do to make you smack my bot?
Why do you think that I have stained my panties?
Do you think it's simply just because I'm hot.

Why can't you understand what I am thinking,
Why do you have be so bloody thick?
Can't you think of something else to do, dear?
Instead of sitting there just jerking your dick.

Suppose I went and bought a cane, my darling.
Do you think that you could whack it on my bum?
Why can't you understand what I am thinking,
Don't jerk so hard, my darling, or you'll come.

Suppose I put myself across your lap, dear,
Do you think that you could elevate my dress?
And pull my panties down below my stockings,
And spank me till my bum's a rosy mess.

I do not care precisely what you use, dear,
A cane, a strap, a belt, or just your hand
You can choose, but please dear, won't smack my bottom?
I want it, need it, don't you understand?

Oh, we've been married now for several hours,
And I am just as randy as can be,
What can I do to make you smack my bottom?
What is it I can do to make you see?

I want you dear, to smack my friggin' bottom.
Again, again, again, until its red.
And when you're tired and when you're hand is smarting,
Take off my clothes, and screw me on the bed.

There's nothing like a good and well smacked bottom,
To make a girl get wet between her thighs.
So stop your jerking off, my darling husband,
Lets use that dong, let's try it on for size.

If I took off your trouser belt, my darling.
Do you think that you could whack it on my bum?
Oh, leave that bloody thing alone, you bastard,.
Don't jerk so hard! Oh Christ, the bugger's come!