The ball flew hard off of my bat,
It whistled past the dog and cat,
Went through the branches like a flash,
And broke Dad's study window -- CRASH!
The shattered sash flew up like thunder,
Out shot Dad's close-cropped head in wonder,
He spied me with my bat in hand,
And shouted, "Inside NOW, young man!"
Across the yard I dragged my feet,
Already I could feel the heat,
The blazing spanks, the burning sting --
Dad's paddle hurts worse than ANYTHING!
He stood there waiting in the hall,
The paddle at ready, holding my ball.
"No baseball in the yard, I said!"
I knew my butt would soon be red.
An angry nod, no word was needed,
No arguments -- Dad's word was heeded!
And up the stairs I slowly wind,
His heavy footsteps close behind.
"Pants down, young man, you'll learn this well!
You think you're too old, I can tell,
But you're my son and you WILL learn,
Across my knee as your backside burns!"
My face flushed red, down come my jeans,
Not fair!, I thought, hey, I'm sixteen!
But over his knee I went like a sack,
While his strong arm pressed hard on my back.
"These come down too, my errant son,
You'll learn to obey before we're done!"
And Dad's hand tugs my jockeys down,
To bare my butt all white and round.
His arm goes up, I clench my cheeks,
The chair beneath us shifts and creaks,
The air is split by a whistling sound,
And the paddle CRACK!s on my upturned mounds.
"YEEE - OWW!" The fire! The white-hot heat!
I yowl and wriggle and kick my feet,
"PLEASE Dad!" I beg. He scoffs, "You'll mind!"
And the paddle descends on my bare behind.
Again and again, though I plead and wail,
Dad's paddle blisters my naked tail.
Thirty! Fifty! When will it end?!
My butt will take a week to mend!
My bottom is burning, my butt's on fire,
With each paddle-whack, the flames mount higher!
The welts, the blisters, "YOW!," how I feel
The pulsing pain of each sizzling weal!
At last it's done. "Get up!" Dad roars,
"Don't forget it!" he says as he closes the door.
I stand there sobbing, my ass ablaze,
That was worse than the time I broke Mom's vase!
I gingerly pull up my jeans and shorts,
Walk downstairs and out to the basketball court,
I might feel better if I shoot some hoops;
I take aim at the basket, push off, and --- OOOPS!
The ball flies over the hoop, all rusted,
And SMASH, the kitchen window's busted!
Paddle in hand, Dad appears at the door.
"Come HERE, boy! THIS time you're going to be SORE!"
My bottom still blazing, I answer his call,
But I stop at the doorway and break down and bawl.
Two spankings today! But I look at Dad's frown --
And go up to my room and pull my pants down.