A NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY by Roberta Barnes
Formal attire just heightens desire
Thought Blair as she scanned the scene,
A New Year's Eve party, the guests all decked out,
It was beautiful as a dream!
There were limousines, music, and dashing young men,
Just everyone was there!
Holiday trimmings brightened the walls,
And the tables were loaded with fare.
There were hams and turkeys and ancient French wines,
And punchbowls brimming with ice;
There was chocolate and cheesecake and brandy and pears,
But, oh, those men looked nice!
Just then she felt a pinch on her arm,
She returned to reality;
Her Nathan was frowning, he looked very stern,
As he warned her most pointedly.
"No nonsense from you, this is a New Year,
You've got to learn to behave;
You are my wife, no longer a girl,
Who can flirt and wiggle and wave."
"So it's all very well," she said, "for a man
To swagger and brag and converse;
But just let a woman try to have a good time
And she's some kind of hussy, or worse!"
He snarled, "Just be good!" and turned on his heel,
Then she did a very bad thing;
She watched till her husband was quite out of sight,
And quietly slipped off her ring.
Ah, wine! Ah, music! Ah, heady romance!
Of these she would drink her fill;
She flirted, she dazzled, she danced all around,
Till she met a man named Bill.
He tarried, she smiled, they waltzed and conversed,
She wondered how far this would go;
She barely noticed how he took her arm,
Led her straight to the mistletoe.
Eyes closed, lips parted, she waited enthralled
To feel his lips on hers;
She had played with fire, feared and wanted that kiss--
The kiss that would never occur!
For out of the shadows came a jealous man,
Whose heavy tread bode ill;
He glared at the duo, then clamped down his hand,
On the shoulder of the one named Bill.
"My wife--" said her husband, "Your wife!" said Bill,
And slowly he edged away;
He'd woo a lady, but to break up a pair
Was not a game he would play.
"Where's your ring?" Nate demanded, "you bad little girl,
I bought it for you to wear."
"You did," she admitted, "Seems a long time ago,
But now I think you don't care!"
"Don't care?!" he exclaimed, "we'll see about that!"
He felt like she'd slapped his face,
He had to do something to win her again,
But he needed a private place.
When a man loves a woman, he has to make plain,
That it's to her his life he devotes;
Blair needed to learn that, so Nate led her up
To the room where they put the coats.
A small fire was burning, he cleared out a space
Midst the jackets heaped on the bed;
"Nate, what are you doing?" she wondered aloud,
"You need a good spanking," he said.
She gasped in surprise as he reached out an arm,
And took both her wrists in his hand,
"Hey, wait, just a minute," she yelled going down,
"Just where is YOUR wedding band?"
Along with the fire, there glowed Nathan's face,
Red with both anger and shame;
Before he could spank her for the things that she'd done,
He'd shoulder his part of the blame.
"Blair, I admit it, I took my ring off,
When you wander it makes me feel blue;
But I searched every corner, every face in the crowd,
And there's no one here lovely as you!
"So I'll just have to take you, both naughty and nice,
And everything in between;
Just as you'll find yourself over my knee,
Whenever you make a scene!"
Well, some girls would listen, and some would be mad,
And some would stay proper and prim;
But all Blair thought while she pondered all this was
"How nice to be wanted by him!"
And so he preceded to lift up the hem
Of her little black cocktail skirt;
She shivered a little in the cold winter's air,
She knew this was going to hurt!
Her panties were satin, and really quite thin,
His stroke was quick and bold;
In just a few minutes it crossed Blair's mind
That she'd really preferred the cold!
Her cheeks were blazing, and bouncing about,
She couldn't keep from crying;
This thing called Love is very strange,
And often very trying!
Just then the clock on the mantelpiece
Sounded a gong to mark the hour;
He had to laugh in spite of himself,
As he softened the spanking's power.
"Twelve" it sounded and twelve more he gave her,
But loving now and slow;
She smiled through tears as she felt the caress
With which he ended each blow.
And if you think by these strange goings on,
That the midnight tradition was missed,
You're wrong, my friend, the rite was upheld,
Her other end got kissed!
Twelve strokes at midnight, their love was rekindled,
A New Year's resolution;
There are some things, 'tween a husband and wife,
For which spanking's the perfect solution.
So Happy New Year to all couples courageous,
Who set out on Love's stormy sea;
Godspeed and good voyage, be soft and be strong,
And happy together you'll be!
