Spanking Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Spanking



Spanking

The year was sixty nine
I went to a school, in Texas.
Saw her dad, pull pants down
Spanked her tough and hard.
She shouted and cried.

Felt seeing Call of Wild.

Later, when two of us
She told me:
“I enjoy spanking.”
Did that mean inviting?

Monday, June 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: psychology
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