This short story is an entry in the 2003 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.  The author would appreciate your comments

Category:  Verse
 

A Spanking Sonnet

By

Mscott <mscott@usiw.net>

I fear that through my actions, I've become
Unworthy to be called your very own.
And nothing on this earth -- except for one,
Can cleanse the guilt that makes me feel alone.

I cannot look direct upon your face,
My eyes are fixed upon the ground instead.
I slowly tug upon my dress' lace,
And pull it off, over my lowered head.

My privies are removed, my shame is great.
Delicious is the mix of joy and fear.
You beckon me, and I, resigned to fate,
Lay o'er your lap, my absolution near.

I gasp in shock, secure, as you begin,
In knowledge that I'll soon be yours again.

The End

© Copyright Mscott, 09 July 2003

Reviews

Lori    <peachesicu(at)aol(dot)com>
This fits the verse section very well indeed.  I enjoyed the rhythm of the piece.  I've got to say, the spanker might have felt unworthy to be called your own but I don't think there was any doubt that you'd be yours again.  This Top wasn't going anywhere but to a spanker position with spankee over knee.

Just reminds me that the bottom is in a more powerful position than the top.  At least that is MOP, and I think this verse was top notch.

Sassy Jo    <sassy_jolene(at)hotmail(dot)com>
This sonnet speaks to my submissive side.  There are obvious feelings of disappointment in the author and the one that owns her.  The fact that absolution is near, and that it will complete her is also very good.

Haron    <haron(at)newsguy(dot)com>
An elegant, well-constructed sonnet.  It's nice to think that the art of the sonnet hasn't been lost, and that it can be applied so successfully in the spanking genre.

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