An illustrated poem by Hilary Johnson from Janus 51
Sandy stood with downcast eyes
Outside the study door;
In deep disgrace for telling lies,
She’d been there twice before.
Her fingers twisted nervously
Her palms were wet with fright;
Just anywhere she’d rather be
Than in this awful plight.
She daren’t wait any longer so
She knocked upon the door;
With sinking heart she thought, ‘Oh no,
I’m going to be so sore!’
‘Yes come right in,’ a deep voice said,
So stern it made her quake;
She stepped inside, her face bright red,
Endeavouring not to shake.
‘Ah yes, I’m glad that you weren’t late,’
The Head said, stony-faced;
‘Unpunctuality I hate,
I haven’t time to waste.
‘Now Sandy, you know why you’re here,
You’ve told some wicked lies,
And in a little while my dear,
You’ll know it wasn’t wise.
‘I’m going to whip your bottom hard,’
He lifted up the cane;
It must have been at least a yard,
He meant it — that was plain!
‘Remove your skirt, then go and stand
Before that table there.’
He stood up with his cane in hand,
And swished it through the air.
With sinking heart poor Sandy then
Unzipped her pleated skirt;
She felt her face flush hotly when
She stood there in her shirt.
And only thin white briefs to hide
The cheeks that were to pay;
Oh how she wished she hadn’t lied
To beastly Mrs Kaye!
She slowly walked past Mr Thripps,
And glanced up at his face;
But all she saw were tight-pursed lips,
Of sympathy no trace.
And so our naughty Sandy stood
Before the table top;
She looked down at the polished wood
As Mr Thripps spoke up.
‘Bend right across the top my dear,
And hold the other side,’
He said as he stood at her rear,
‘You’ll rue the day you lied.’
She gulped but did as she was told,
Her eyes were tightly shut;
She tried, but didn’t feel so bold,
Imagining each cut.
A spanking or a strap on hand
Was all she’d had till now;
She thought of where that cane would land,
‘Wish it were Kaye — the cow!’
The Head surveyed the splendid sight,
‘What pretty legs,’ he thought,
And o’er her seat her knickers white,
Were thin and neat and taut.
‘Ten hard strokes I’m going to give,
So Sandy, stay in place.’
‘It’s doubtful whether I shall live,’
She thought with screwed-up face.
He tapped her bottom once or twice,
Then lifted high the cane,
‘This naughty girl must pay the price,’
He thought, ‘with shame and pain.’
The cane came swishing through the air,
Towards the waiting rump,
Where it descended fair and square,
To make poor Sandy jump.
The second stroke was harder still,
She gasped but held on tight;
The third and fourth brought squeals so shrill,
The Head smiled with delight.
‘Now Sandy, for your final six
Your bottom must be bared.’
And as he grasped the thin white knicks,
The shamefaced girl felt scared.
But down they came right to her knees,
Oh what a lovely tail!
She cried, ‘Oh Mr Thripps please sir!’
But all to no avail.
‘My girl, it’s right you should feel shame,
Whilst you are being whipped;
You only have yourself to blame,’
Said Mr Thripps, tight-lipped.
His eyes upon her seat he cast,
Four stripes across both cheeks;
Said Mr Thripps, ‘The next will last
At least a couple of weeks.’
He lifted high the cane once more,
And brought it down full force,
Much harder than the ones before,
And Sandy yelped, of course.
A bright red weal appeared across
That pretty chubby bum;
‘Now down you stay or I’ll get cross,
You still have five to come.
‘Your head well down and bottom up
Is what I want to see.’
As Sandy stuck her rear right up,
He gave her two and three.
This time he struck the lower curves,
She screamed, ‘Oh please no more!’
But when her rear end ceased its swerves,
He gave her number four.
And now the tears began to flow
As she wildly bucked her hips,
Revealing all her charms below —
Sweet softly-pouting lips.
He knew where five and six would fall,
And knew the reason why,
Right on that tenderest spot of all
Where bottom meets the thigh.
Sandy gasped, then sobbed aloud,
The Head laid down the cane;
The stripes were neat, he felt quite proud,
Would she be back again?
‘Young lady, it is over now,
I hope you’re sorry, dear;
Replace your clothes for you may go,
There’s nothing more to fear.’
Sandy stood with shoulders bowed
Apologised and then,
She slowly dried her eyes and vowed,She’d never lie again!