This song fulfills a request from Todd and Suzy for ”Love Our Lurkers” day. I’d been wanting to write a spanking song and this was the perfect impetus.
- Lyrics and Music by Quai Disciplines
Knee-high boots, thigh-high skirt
She breezes past me like a little flirt
Then she looks back, over her shoulder
Makes some remark about me looking older
Bending low, over the pool table
She makes opponents feel a bit unstable
Her turn too, she spreads her legs
It’s just the thing to make the young guys beg
But I’ve got a plan and I know what she needs
It will be me they will be thanking
I’ve got a notion to put her ‘cross my knees
Just stay tuned, it’s gonna be good
She needs a spanking
I get her alone, back office room
Pull her to me like a loving groom
Hold her arms, behind her back
I proceed to bend her over my lap
She seems surprised, but doesn’t scream
She just pouts like she thinks I’m mean
Spank after spank, I make her feel
She’s gonna know that this spanking’s real
I had a plan and I knew what she needs
It will be me that she’ll be thanking
I took the notion to put her ‘cross my knees
She’ll stay put, it’s gonna be good
She’s getting a spanking
Corner time, she faces the wall
Skirt held high, never let it fall
Free from sins, she paid for them all
See by her strawberry moon
Thinking back, she must have caused the fray
Sarcastic lines passed off as witty reparte
Challenging me to make her obey
She now shows a strawberry moon
Strawberry moon, where once pristine dunes
Lessons being learned and none too soon
Tears roll down as she moans my favorite tune
She sees stars. I see strawberry moon
After care, holding her close to me
Stroking her hair, kissing wordlessly
My discipline sets her free
I feel the heat from her strawberry moon
Strawberry moon, where once pristine dunes
Lessons being learned and none too soon
Tears roll down as she moans my favorite tune
She sees stars. I see strawberry moon
Bottoms and Tops, gather around
You’ve got a space where your voice is found
Listen up, all you beautiful freaks
Find your stations and let the voyeurs peak
Guardian angels dressed in black
Girls in tartan skirts give me a heart attack
Shibari artists weaving their dreams
No means of escape from their web it seems
We do what we do. Play on
We live how we live. Play on
Bend over that bench. Hike up her skirt
Teach her a lesson for being a flirt
Whack after whack, is there anything better
Look at her backside. Could it get any redder?
Heat up the wax. Lay a body down
Make a colorful creation. Hear a moaning sound
In the center ring there’s a new display
Mistress with her pretty boys. Dig it – pony play
We do what we do. Play on
We live how we live. Play on
