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