{ASSTR 15} A Smacking for Slacking {Big Billie} (F/f spank, nc,
doggerel verse)

A Smacking for Slacking

or

Angie Caught Bending


By Big Billie

© Big Billie 2006. Not to be distributed or sold for monetary
gain.

Author’ Statement: Big Billie is opposed to spanking except for
consenting adults; however, spanking sexually excites him, so he
writes about it.

Big Billie’s Standard Disclaimer for Crap Couplets: Alexander
Pope I ain’t; my rhymes are crude, my measures irregular and my
verses rudely hacked and chopped. The tyranny of rhyme prevents
my fumbling muse from achieving the subtleties of prose; but I
still hope to entertain and amuse with my Doggerel Verses.


Sing oh muse of prim Miss Pringle
And all the bottoms she did tingle
Of Prout the old headmaster too
Who landed ladies in the stew
And Angela the nubile chump
How Pringle slapped her naked rump
Under the system of discipline at the school
Corporal punishment was the rule
From Prout the boys would take the cane
Across their hands it caused them pain
But ladies had a different scheme
Angela's case shows what I mean
The time was Friday afternoon
For Angie it had come too soon
As she knocked on the headmaster's door
Then who is there she heard him roar
As Angie entered Prout lifted his head
Please wait outside till called he said
For Prout was resolved to make Angie sweat
And did not intend to admit her yet
Angie thus stood in the corridor
Outside the headmaster's door
For a full half hour she had to wait
While onlookers smiled at her fate
And her fellow students grinned and giggled
As Angie squirmed and blushed and wriggled
At long last she was summoned in
And met by Prout with friendly grin
Now the head was only five feet tall
And he loved to have himself a ball
By sentencing ladies who were bigger
To a spanking full of vim and vigour
He fancied Angie and couldn't screw her
But at least with a smacked bum he could do her
At least the victim could be berated
And spanked on the bum till his lust was sated
He didn't harangue or ball her out
But played her gently like a trout
Lascivious thoughts were on his mind
Yet his manner was affable and kind
Hello Miss Wallace how are you
Come on in pray enter do
Nice to see you back again
Isn't this long term a strain
You're doing well I have no doubt
Just let me get your records out
In the first eleven hockey game
You're playing well and winning fame
That goal you scored last Saturday
Was excellently put away
But let me see why you are here
Reported for some fault I fear
Yes dodging homework is the charge
Could I ask you to enlarge
Angie blushed and blurted out
Some lame excuse but meanwhile Prout
Had got his hand in his trouser pocket
While he administered his rocket
Rubbing his excited cock
Which was stiff as a stick of seaside rock
When Angie had finished her excuse
I'm sorry said Prout that is no use
I'm going to have to call your bluff
Your apology is not good enough
You must be disciplined Miss Wallace
But let me try to offer solace
This peccadillo let me say
We'll laugh about it one fine day
And something else to make you smile
It won't be entered on your file
The offence indeed is far too slight
To affect the references I write
But though the long-term view is rosy
The immediate prospect is less cosy
You know the point that I must raise
You have fallen into sloppy ways
You're lazy and have dodged your work
You need a warning not to shirk
To fail these O levels you're doin'
Would be your educational ruin
I can't stand by and let you do it
I know one day that you would rue it
You've slacked before as I remember
This is the third time since September
That idleness has brought you here
What I must do is very clear
Like a filly coasting in a race
You need a spur to raise your pace
A riding crop across your flanks
For which one day you'll give me thanks
You'll not appreciate today
The penalty that you must pay
But in time you'll get a different view
And acknowledge what I did for you
Now too long have you listened and waited
You must be punished not merely berated
Twice already you've been chastised
And neither time did it open your eyes
Now let me look in the punishment book
For the first offence eight slaps you took
Next it was twelve and you paid no heed
I've been too lenient indeed
Three times your work you did not do it
But now by gosh I’ll make you rue it
Twelve more Miss Pringle and with zest
Another dozen of your best
And to ensure that it sinks in
Slap right onto naked skin
No sir cried Angie that’s not fair
Please don’t spank me on the bare
To hit my bottom while its nude
Is indecent downright rude
Angie’s state of outraged shock
Further stiffened old Prout’s cock
But he stood firm and kept his calm
As Angie blushed in deep alarm
Miss Wallace that is quite enough
You’ll take chastisement in the buff
You can’t prescribe the penalty
That privilege belongs to me
If you procrastinate again
I warn you that you’ll take the cane
I’ll strip you bare your rump I’ll flay
No sir cried Angie I’ll obey
Prout’s threat thus ended her defiance
She now stood waiting in compliance
Now it was Miss Pringle's turn
In contrast she was strict and stern
She was an old maid thin and bony
Her sex life had been dry and stony
Admirers she had always lacked
Her unforced hymen was intact
She was bitter, twisted and frustrated
Sexy young ladies she envied and hated
She loathed them in their youth and beauty
Voluptuous strapping big and fruity
She loved to catch one in her pride
And with a spanking whack her hide
How she loved to vent her spleen
On a buxom nubile teen
If she caught you bending wow oh my
She made your tail feathers fly
She made you sorry for your acts
And face some strict and humbling facts
She made you sing a rueful ditty
She made you wallow in self-pity
She made your buttocks smart and sting
Like a well-struck bell she made them ring
She slapped you hard she did not care
And made you cry unjust unfair
What a vindictive, spiteful bitch
What a venomous old witch
What a vicious mean old cow
But she could lay it on and how
Now for Pringle it was fairly rare
To slap a bum while it was bare
She did not often get the chance
To make nude buttocks jig and dance
She seldom caught you knickers down
But when she did she went to town
She loved to make you red and sore
With sizzling slaps right on the raw
She loved to make you smart and sting
With slaps across your hairy ring
She loved to catch you bush all bare
And spank you on the pussy hair
She loved to raise the lino high
And make your pubic ringlets fly
To slap your bush was a kinky hoot
If it was naked and hirsute
Stand on that mat and face that wall
Be quick about it now don't stall
Raise your gymslip if you please
Pull down your knickers to your knees
Angie fearful of a caning
Bared her bum without complaining
Prout rubbed his cock in exultation
To see her bent in expectation
Now Pringle's tool for slapping bum
Was a large piece of linoleum
As used for artistic lino cuts
It was ideal for walloping butts
Its large surface area landed flush
It stung like hell and made rumps blush
Oh dear Angie you're in trouble
Pringle soon will burst your bubble
To spank your naked hairy bush
Will make her juices flow and gush
Will make her unused pussy crack
Moisten at the lino's smack
Will make her dried up barren cunny
Go sticky and moist as a pot of honey
Will make her flush with sexual pleasure
And give her a memory to treasure
She'll teach you not to slack and shirk
She'll make you wish you'd done your work
As Angie stretched to touch her toes
Pringle landed the first of her blows
The lino struck right on bare skin
The room re-echoed at the din
As it hit home with a high-pitched crack
Angie’s bottom took one hell of a smack
Two nubile buttocks shuddered and wobbled
As the victim was well and truly knobbled
Curly pussy hairs scattered and flew
Angie was in a proper stew
Oh, oh, oh she gently cried
At the sting of the lino across her hide
Then aaaagh, aw, ouch, she started to sing
At the escalating sizzling sting
As Angie’s bum began to tingle
She felt angry and hopping mad with Pringle
She was much too big and far too old
To take a spanking so saucy and bold
Oh the shame and humiliation
For a lady of adolescent station
To receive chastisement on the bare
It wasn’t right it wasn’t fair
Aged 16 plus all plump and strapping
She was too old for a bare arsed slapping
She could legally be a married mum
Yet here was Pringle smacking her bum
As though she were a naughty child
It made her mad it made her wild
She seethed and boiled with impotent rage
To take the lino at her age
But more than that what really jarred
Pringle was smacking her very hard
Soon her friends would poke fun at 'er
But for Angie it was no laughing matter
She was taking a stinging slap to her pride
But what stung far worse was her slapped backside
Prout had caught her on the hop
She could not make her punishment stop
For if she refused to be put to it
Expulsion would surely make her rue it
Prout and Pringle held every card
And if she revolted it would go hard
All she could do was to meekly submit
And allow her buttocks to be hit
She did not want a second swat
But a second swat was what she got
Pringle left it about 4 seconds or so
For Angie to fully feel the blow
Meanwhile as Pringle cunningly waited
Angela's fury escalated
Her outrage and anger continued to swell
As her buttocks began to tingle like hell
Then just as she started to sizzle and smart
Pringle gave her another with well timed art
Wallop right onto the hot bare meat
This second slap hit Angie's seat
The victim was shocked at the force of the blow
And bit her lip it stung her so
Aw, aw, aw she continued to yell
As her arse meat tingled and stung like hell
These first two slaps had old Prout grinning
For he knew they were only the beginning
Pringle was warming to the work
Which caused old Prout to smile and smirk
This was duty exceedingly pleasant
To chasten a lady so pubescent
His fantasies were vivid and prurient
He ogled the clump of cunt hairs luxuriant
He eyed up the naked nubile flesh
And flicked his cock at Angie's distress
He gawped at her hairy bum and fanny
And the cunt slot to her secret cranny
At the raw red meat and pussy hair
He ejaculated then and there
Oh no he gasped this is too much
As his cock pumped semen in his crotch
Prout then continued to play with his knob
As the skilful Pringle got on with the job
Down came the lino with a swish and a crack
And Angie took a third hard whack
Then came wallops four five six
And Angie was in a proper fix
Pringle gave her not one inch
Angie was made to grunt and flinch
By the time she took the seventh clout
Angie had pondered something out
This indignity she'd rather not handle
The game was scarcely worth the candle
Her punishment was a stinging lesson
To avoid another spanking session
Her character she'd try to reform
Completed homework would be the norm
There would be an end to lazing and shirking
Fewer pubs more study and working
I’ll obey the law young Angie was thinking
This is the end of my underage drinking
I’ve been a fool a proper sap
Never again will I take the rap
As Angie rose after taking it
She rubbed her bum where she'd been hit
She massaged the naked meat with vigour
Which caused old Prout to smile and snigger
Her rubbing was most undignified
It humbled Angie and hurt her pride
How she would dearly have loved to stop
But she stung so sharply she could not
Prout was grinning and Pringle smirked
But Angie was tingling, vexed and irked
She was furious, enraged and hopping mad
At the sexy punishment she'd had
And at the dirty old pervert Prout
Who leered at her as he ushered her out
Au revoir Miss Wallace that will do
Shut the door as you go will you
Nice to see you and have a chat
Call by again I would like that
You dirty old sod I bet you would
Thought Angie if you only could
But you won't get another chance
To make my bottom sting and dance
Your kinky pleasures I'll be ending
Never again will you catch me bending
But the spirit was willing the flesh was weak
And Angie again soon faced the beak
Her commitment and effort still were dicey
And the penalties were sexy and pricey
She was fond of boys and dancing and pubs
She spent too long in the disco clubs
Her lifestyle was not sufficiently altered
Her good intentions sometimes faltered
From time to time she ducked and dived
Dodged her homework shirked and skived
For three more offences she was trapped
Three more times her bum was rapped
And the penalty for each transgression
Was twelve on the bare at a spanking session
For Prout each spanking was sublime
And Pringle had a whale of a time
Another three dozen Angie got
With spite and venom in every swat
The headmaster did not give a fig
That Angie was so sexy and big
Buxom and strapping he put her to it
Angie was made to regret and rue it
Prout humbled her and purged her pride
With stinging slaps to her bare backside
Thus was Angie homework slacker
Spanked by Pringle bottom smacker
Thus did old Prout masturbate
As he witnessed Angie's fate
The good news was Prout’s plan succeeded
Pringle’s slaps were sufficiently heeded
Angie’s laziness quotient fell
Her examinations all went well
Three years after she’d bared and bent
To an Oxford college Angie went
Prout was delighted Pringle was glad
And Angie now grateful rather than mad
She had suffered a short-term sting in the rear
But it set her up for a good career
The victim thus was reconciled
Pleased and thankful rather than riled
She raged no more at her bare slapped hide
And started to see the funny side


