Whenever I'm bad and my Daddy sees me,
He takes me and turns me right over his knee,
And declares:"Once I've told you and you still won't mind,
There's nothing to do but to spank your behind!"

Now he either will spank me upstairs on my bed,
Or else he will make me walk out to the shed.
With the first I'll just cry 'til I'm all out of breath;
With the second, I'm also embarrassed to death!

"When I've not been too bad, he'll say with a frown
(As he pulls both my pants and my underpants down.):
"To make it effective, you need , son," he'll say,
"A bare-bottom spanking the old-fashioned way!"

The his big hand comes down,- each time with a loud SMACK! -
Till the skin's sore and red on both sides of my crack!
Then I don't care if anyone calls me a cryer,
'Cause I know they'd cry too with their bottom on fire!

"Then he hugs me and rubs me as long as I cry
Till my bottom stops hurting at last by and by;
Can I pull up my pants?" is the first thing I say.
"No," he says,"take them off for the rest of the day."

Now I feel Daddy's hand slip my shorts down some more
Till they're over my shoes and fall onto the floor;
Then he pulls up my underpants, gives me a pat
On the bottom and says:"That's the end now of that!

"Your rear will feel better exposed to the air."
"Please, Daddy," I beg him,"don't make me go bare!"
"Why, you won't be going around bare, my son:
You'll have your shirt, socks, shoes, and underpants on!"

"But, Daddy! I can't go outside now like this!"
"Why not, son?" he asks, and he gives me a kiss.
I don't answer, just play with my toys on the floor,
But without pants I won't go outside any more!

'Cause when anyone sees me with pants off this way,
Daddy tells 'em how I got a spanking that day,-
Told 'em all in the store where we buy milk and fruit,
And the ladies all laughed and said: "Isn't that cute!"

At age six I went out like this once, and a friend
Said I looked like a baby in diapers again,
And the big girls pretended, and I had to play
That I was their baby the rest of the day!

They rolled me around in the buggy awhile,
And tickled me till I would giggle and smile,
And I let them all pat, hug, and carry me some,-
But when they tried to "change" me, I fought and ran home!

When I've done something really bad, Daddy will cough
And say to me:"Take your pants all the way off!"
Please, Daddy," I beg,"let's not go to the shed.
He just frowns and says sternly:"You heard what I said!"

I refused once,- refuse it again I won't do!
'Cause he grabbed me and pulled off my underpants too,
Then dragged me outside with no pants on at all
On a cold afternoon in the middle of fall....

To the woodshed, as always, to switch me real hard:
As a rule we walk slowly across the back yard.
When we start out, he slams the back door: At that sound
All the kids in the neighborhood gather around.

Once a new kid yelled:"Hey, Johnny, where are your pants?"
"Took 'em off for a lesson to teach him to dance,"
Said my father. "The dance, if you want to know which,
Is the old jump-and-kick to the tune of a switch!"

And he left the door open when we got inside.
He said:"This time I'm going to tan all your hide.
So, take off your underpants. Wear just your shirt.
And grab that iron ring, 'cause it's going to hurt."

Way up over my head, there's this ring on the wall,
Which he makes me hold tight, so I won't turn or fall;
With my underpants off, I reach up, standing there
So my shirt-tail's raised too, and my bottom's all bare.

A minute or two I just stand there in fear....
Then - whwhwhpp! - the first switch comes down hard on my rear;
And I try not to cry, but the blows fall like rain,
So before long I'm bawling and jumping in pain.

Now I turn to the left 'cause my left side's so sore
That I let the switch hit my right bottom-cheek more;
But soon my poor right bottom-cheek's in such pain
That I turn so the switch hits the left side again.

And I kick and I squirm and I turn each direction,
But without any pants on, there's just no protection;
My bare legs and bare bottom all feel just alike
In the path of that switch that continues to strike.

"I was almost afraid that he'd whip me to death....
But at last he did stop, and said, all out of breath:
"Well, your bottom now certainly looks red and sore,
But I think that you ought to stand there a while more."

"Please, Daddy, you aren't going to whip me again?"
I asked with a sob and looked up at him then.
"Not this time," he said,"still, stay turned toward the wall,
And leave your rear covered by nothing ar all."

Then I rubbed my poor bottom. Oh, wow, was it sore!
I don't think I was ever whipped so hard before!
But at last it stopped hurting a little somehow,
And I asked: "May I put on my underpants now?"

Daddy handed them to me, but, shaking his head,
With one hand on my bottom he frowned and he said:
"No, I don't think you ought to forget that bad stunt
That you pulled, so just hold them up over your front."

"Oh, Daddy, dear Daddy, please, Daddy, be fair:
Don't make me walk out with my bottom all bare.
They'll tease me forever if I leave the shed
With no underpants on and my rear end all red!"

But it's no use to argue: he's made up his mind;
So I have to walk out with a bare red behind,
And my neighbors all grin to my Dad:"Hello there!
I see your son, Johnny, got whipped on the bare,"

"Yes, neighbors, my Johnny got switched good and hard,"
Daddy says as we walk all the way 'round the yard;
Without even a shirttail to hide my disgrace,
I must show my whipped bottom to each neighbor's face.

And each says such a whipping's a sure way to learn
To be good, since all bad boys such punishments earn;
And just wait till their daughters or sons now act bad,-
They'll give them all a whipping like what I just had!