Unique

I am always biased when it comes to Aunt Roberta's writing, but I think I can fairly say that what follows is something quite extraordinary. "A Rape of the Lock" for spankophiles, if I may be so bold. I will let it speak for itself: Marcie, Mary, Genevieve: The Epic Domestic.

Marcie, Mary, Genevieve; or, The Epic Domestic (Part I)

Marcie, Mary, and Genevieve

Went hurrying through the mall;

The tower clock chimed six P.M.,

On them it cast a pall.

"Their train came in 5:39,

We are already late!

Every time we all go out,

We make the same mistake!"

An afternoon of female fun

With an alcoholic coda;

A dress, a scarf, a glass of wine--

And Marcie's Scotch-and-soda.

And talk, delightful talk--

The hours sweetly flowed,

But now they had a train to meet

On which their husbands rode.

"I'll make it there in fifteen flat,"

Said Marcie purposefully;

They tossed their packages in the back,

Revved up the Cherokee.

'Now, Marcie, do be careful,"

Genevieve declared;

"If dinner's late, the men can wait,

Don't look so cowed and scared."

"Gen, you do not understand

The gravity of my situation;

Even Daniel--my pet, my saint--

Has a limit to his patience.

"Why just this morn he let me know

That for my love he'd thank me,

But if I were late again today,

He'd take me home and spank me!

"And, oh, my friends, don't find him harsh,

To hear him threaten so;

He's always there when I need him most,

So in my heart I know

That no matter where I stray,

I'm sure his love enfolds,

My heart's secure, I know he cares,

Because he spanks and scolds."

"Oh, Marcie, dear, we didn't know,"

Cried Genevieve and Mary,

"That Daniel was the type of man

Who'd spank a wife contrary."

Indeed it always seemed to them

That Marcie's word held sway;

But now they learned, to their delight,

That Dan, too, had his say.

And, oh! it moved their women's hearts

That Dan loved Mary so,

That he would take their friend in hand,

And warm her down below.

For each lady felt that wedded bliss

Sometimes required such;

Thought Gen of Tom and Mar of Ron,

Does he love me as much?

And now the station hove in view

The platform near deserted,

The men looked stern as the girls pulled up,

Could their anger be diverted?

"Dan, I can explain,"cried Marce,

Through excuses she did comb,

"Marcie, save it," Daniel snapped,

"Just wait till we get home!"

For it was a fateful interval

That the husbands, waiting, shared;

They had reached the sad conclusion

That the rod must not be spared.

For it was their manly duty,

Their wives to supervise,

To tame--not break--the spirited trio

Who brightened up their lives.

And since it was together that

Their little darlings sinned,

It would be together that

The three'd be disciplined.

So it was in Marcie's living room,

The offenders heard, aghast,

That each three dozen spanks would get

Upon her pantied ass.

A spank for every minute late

Upon their intimate apparel!

And they knew from each man's manner firm,

The men would brook no quarrel.

Said Dan, "I'll take the sofa;

Ron, make use of the settee,

And Tom will have the straight-backed chair,

With Gen across his knee.

"So now the stage is set, dear wives,

(They heard as in a trance)

When you don't obey, a price you'll pay--

Girls, take off your pants!"

Well, Mary gasped, her eyes grew wide,

She looked so pale and teary;

For up to now, to this young wife,

A spanking was just theory.

Gen clenched her jaw and stamped a foot,

As anger in her rose;

Marcie sensed a need for time

Their emotions to compose.

"Good husbands, please, we can't undress

In such a public forum;

Observe, I beg, a small parole,

A delicate decorum.

To my quiet bedchamber

Allow us to repair;

There, for this stern chastisement,

We will ourselves prepare.

For we are but the weaker sex,

And although a spanking's due,

It wil take our fluttering hearts awhile

To admit that it is true."

Part II

The Epic Domestic (Part II)

Up the stairs the ladies trooped,

Glad for any small reprieve;

"So, what's the plan?" Gen queried Marce,

"What have you up your sleeve?"

For in Gen's heart there was the hope

This paddling to evade;

"Plan? Why, none," Marcie frowned,

"Except to do as we are bade.

"Girls, we have it coming,

That fact you can't deny;

And in my little household,

With my word you will comply.

"So calm down, Genevieve, my dear,

You mustn't fume and fuss.

Your fate is across your husband's knee;

In his fairness you must trust.

"And you, sweet Mary, with downcast eyes,

Be strong, don't look so flat!

A few smart swats and you'll be done,

It won't be as bad as that."

Marcie, with these words persuaded,

And even more by what she did;

For as she spoke her belt unfastened,

And o'er her hips her pants she slid.

In a hushed and breathless silence,

Gen and Mar exchanged a rueful look,

Put their hand upon those buckles,

And their trousers they forsook!

And who would have thought that

Proud Genevieve preferred a flowered panty?

Or that Mary, demure and virtuous,

Wore briefs bright red and scanty?

Now Marcie (whose tastes ran more to lace)

Adjusted her elastic,

Then led her charges down the stairs,

To face the punishment most drastic.

Poor dears, in heels and panties,

Blushed to meet the gaze of men;

Pampered bare-legged beauties--

Was this happening to them?

Yes, it almost softened the hearts

Of the men in shirts and loosened ties,

To see the pleas for mercy

In those meek and soulful eyes.

But the husbands were resolved,

That for mischief the girls would pay,

Each took his wayward spouse in hand,

To treat in the time-honored way.

Across his lap and over,

Each miscreant was placed;

Marcie, Mary, Genevieve--

Naughty wives disgraced!

Each turned and gawked in disbelief

At her fellows' discomfiture;

Each saw herself in her comrades' plight,

Their punishment was sure!

Three delicate, silk-clad bottoms,

Turned up to face the sun,

Three lower lips were bitten,

Knowing what was to come.

There was a silent moment then,

When all seemed to think and weigh,

Each man considered justice,

Each wife prayed that she'd be brave.

Then Daniel's hand came crashing down

On Marcie's pert behind,

Next the feisty Genevieve,

And Mary, too, began to find

Things a bit unpleasant,

As a sting like fiery ants,

Grew, and spread, and finally settled

'Neath the ladies' underpants.

Three spankings going on at once,

A trinity of beats!

And, oh, what somber music played

Upon those lovely seats!

"Ron, I'll do no wrong again,"

Cried Mary, "please, no more!"

"We'll be good," piped Marce and Gen--

But the men had heard it all before.

And so the beat continued

While the guilty backsides reddened;

The wives would learn attention,

When e'er their husbands threatened.

But do not think that Mother Nature

Her daughters would forget;

In every angry husband

There lurked a soft spot yet.

For liquid eyes and whimpered sighs

And other female tricks,

All began to take their toll

'Fore the spanks reached thirty-six.

One by one the men began to slacken,

And the pace was not so much;

The spanks still fell on target,

But betrayed a softer touch.

Mortified and humble,

The three had paid their due;

Now all the women yearned for

Was a caring hug or two,

Which their men with tender hearts bestowed,

And, proudly, one could tell,

For though their wives might misbehave,

They took a spanking well.

"Is there corner time?" asked Marcie,

"No, not tonight," judged Dan,

"But each of you must home to bed,

No supper in your plan."

Each wife went home and straight to bed,

As she'd been told to do;

But here's the even stranger thing:

Their husbands did so, too!

And here our tale must end, dear friends,

With details we won't bore;

Suffice to say, the couples did

The Reign of Love restore.

So, ladies, do be careful,

When on a shopping trip,

Remember Ron and Tom and Dan,

No duties may you skip!

And, gentlemen, be gentle

With those gems you just can't leave,

How uneventful life would be

Without your Marcie, Mary, Genevieve!

Another Poetical Tidbit

Reflections in Corner Time
by Roberta Barnes

You burned my butt, you heartless clod,
Yet I won't be contrite;
Anyone who knew how mean you are,
Would surely think me right.

Just because I burned the steaks up,
Made them crispy, black, and thin,
You said that I was careless,
And needed discipline.

Just because I got my hair done,
And missed the cable guy,
I was taken up abruptly,
And placed across your thigh.

Just because the VISA statement,
Had an extra line or two,
You hiked my skirt above my waist,
My panties were on view!

Your hand came down so sharply,
Those spanks made me quite sore,
And just because I stuck out my tongue,
You gave me even more!

You're not a bit like Daddy,
He'd never yell or spank,
So if I ever get un-spoiled,
I'll just have you, my dear, to thank!