My Father's Hairbrush (poem)

by Bbwrr2 <bbwrr2@aol.com>

Over the bureau's shiny top,
my father's HAIRBRUSH sits.
It's face is long and thick and hard.
It gives my bottom fits!

The HAIRBRUSH keeps my school grades up.
I do chores on the double!
It makes sure I'm a real good boy
and keeps me out of trouble.

For if, you see, I misbehave,
my father simply growls:
"Come here, young man! It's HAIRBRUSH time!"
And I begin to howl!

Then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! the HAIRBRUSH sings
across my naked tail.
I bounce and kick and plead and beg!
I whimper, squeal and wail!

But nothing saves my squirming rump
from the BRUSH'S angry rule!
A boy who thinks he'll misbehave
soon learns this spanking tool

will set a fire in his buns--
a blaze of twelve alarms!--
and then burn even hotter yet
across his boyish charms!

If spanking is what I deserve,
a spanking then I'll get.
My father's HAIRBRUSH makes it clear--
I must be good, you bet!

Over the polished bureau top,
my father's hairbrush lies.
Oh, no! Here comes my father now
with fury in his eyes!

See how my bottom bucks and writhes!
See how my foolish deeds
mean HAIRBRUSH SPANKINGS, long and hard,
EXACTLY WHAT I NEED!