{ASSTR 15} A Smacking for Slacking {Big Billie} (F/f spank, nc, doggerel verse) A Smacking for Slacking or Angie Caught Bending By Big Billie © Big Billie 2006. Not to be distributed or sold for monetary gain. Author’ Statement: Big Billie is opposed to spanking except for consenting adults; however, spanking sexually excites him, so he writes about it. Big Billie’s Standard Disclaimer for Crap Couplets: Alexander Pope I ain’t; my rhymes are crude, my measures irregular and my verses rudely hacked and chopped. The tyranny of rhyme prevents my fumbling muse from achieving the subtleties of prose; but I still hope to entertain and amuse with my Doggerel Verses. Sing oh muse of prim Miss Pringle And all the bottoms she did tingle Of Prout the old headmaster too Who landed ladies in the stew And Angela the nubile chump How Pringle slapped her naked rump Under the system of discipline at the school Corporal punishment was the rule From Prout the boys would take the cane Across their hands it caused them pain But ladies had a different scheme Angela's case shows what I mean The time was Friday afternoon For Angie it had come too soon As she knocked on the headmaster's door Then who is there she heard him roar As Angie entered Prout lifted his head Please wait outside till called he said For Prout was resolved to make Angie sweat And did not intend to admit her yet Angie thus stood in the corridor Outside the headmaster's door For a full half hour she had to wait While onlookers smiled at her fate And her fellow students grinned and giggled As Angie squirmed and blushed and wriggled At long last she was summoned in And met by Prout with friendly grin Now the head was only five feet tall And he loved to have himself a ball By sentencing ladies who were bigger To a spanking full of vim and vigour He fancied Angie and couldn't screw her But at least with a smacked bum he could do her At least the victim could be berated And spanked on the bum till his lust was sated He didn't harangue or ball her out But played her gently like a trout Lascivious thoughts were on his mind Yet his manner was affable and kind Hello Miss Wallace how are you Come on in pray enter do Nice to see you back again Isn't this long term a strain You're doing well I have no doubt Just let me get your records out In the first eleven hockey game You're playing well and winning fame That goal you scored last Saturday Was excellently put away But let me see why you are here Reported for some fault I fear Yes dodging homework is the charge Could I ask you to enlarge Angie blushed and blurted out Some lame excuse but meanwhile Prout Had got his hand in his trouser pocket While he administered his rocket Rubbing his excited cock Which was stiff as a stick of seaside rock When Angie had finished her excuse I'm sorry said Prout that is no use I'm going to have to call your bluff Your apology is not good enough You must be disciplined Miss Wallace But let me try to offer solace This peccadillo let me say We'll laugh about it one fine day And something else to make you smile It won't be entered on your file The offence indeed is far too slight To affect the references I write But though the long-term view is rosy The immediate prospect is less cosy You know the point that I must raise You have fallen into sloppy ways You're lazy and have dodged your work You need a warning not to shirk To fail these O levels you're doin' Would be your educational ruin I can't stand by and let you do it I know one day that you would rue it You've slacked before as I remember This is the third time since September That idleness has brought you here What I must do is very clear Like a filly coasting in a race You need a spur to raise your pace A riding crop across your flanks For which one day you'll give me thanks You'll not appreciate today The penalty that you must pay But in time you'll get a different view And acknowledge what I did for you Now too long have you listened and waited You must be punished not merely berated Twice already you've been chastised And neither time did it open your eyes Now let me look in the punishment book For the first offence eight slaps you took Next it was twelve and you paid no heed I've been too lenient indeed Three times your work you did not do it But now by gosh I’ll make you rue it Twelve more Miss Pringle and with zest Another dozen of your best And to ensure that it sinks in Slap right onto naked skin No sir cried Angie that’s not fair Please don’t spank me on the bare To hit my bottom while its nude Is indecent downright rude Angie’s state of outraged shock Further stiffened old Prout’s cock But he stood firm and kept his calm As Angie blushed in deep alarm Miss Wallace that is quite enough You’ll take chastisement in the buff You can’t prescribe the penalty That privilege belongs to me If you procrastinate again I warn you that you’ll take the cane I’ll strip you bare your rump I’ll flay No sir cried Angie I’ll obey Prout’s threat thus ended her defiance She now stood waiting in compliance Now it was Miss Pringle's turn In contrast she was strict and stern She was an old maid thin and bony Her sex life had been dry and stony Admirers she had always lacked Her unforced hymen was intact She was bitter, twisted and frustrated Sexy young ladies she envied and hated She loathed them in their youth and beauty Voluptuous strapping big and fruity She loved to catch one in her pride And with a spanking whack her hide How she loved to vent her spleen On a buxom nubile teen If she caught you bending wow oh my She made your tail feathers fly She made you sorry for your acts And face some strict and humbling facts She made you sing a rueful ditty She made you wallow in self-pity She made your buttocks smart and sting Like a well-struck bell she made them ring She slapped you hard she did not care And made you cry unjust unfair What a vindictive, spiteful bitch What a venomous old witch What a vicious mean old cow But she could lay it on and how Now for Pringle it was fairly rare To slap a bum while it was bare She did not often get the chance To make nude buttocks jig and dance She seldom caught you knickers down But when she did she went to town She loved to make you red and sore With sizzling slaps right on the raw She loved to make you smart and sting With slaps across your hairy ring She loved to catch you bush all bare And spank you on the pussy hair She loved to raise the lino high And make your pubic ringlets fly To slap your bush was a kinky hoot If it was naked and hirsute Stand on that mat and face that wall Be quick about it now don't stall Raise your gymslip if you please Pull down your knickers to your knees Angie fearful of a caning Bared her bum without complaining Prout rubbed his cock in exultation To see her bent in expectation Now Pringle's tool for slapping bum Was a large piece of linoleum As used for artistic lino cuts It was ideal for walloping butts Its large surface area landed flush It stung like hell and made rumps blush Oh dear Angie you're in trouble Pringle soon will burst your bubble To spank your naked hairy bush Will make her juices flow and gush Will make her unused pussy crack Moisten at the lino's smack Will make her dried up barren cunny Go sticky and moist as a pot of honey Will make her flush with sexual pleasure And give her a memory to treasure She'll teach you not to slack and shirk She'll make you wish you'd done your work As Angie stretched to touch her toes Pringle landed the first of her blows The lino struck right on bare skin The room re-echoed at the din As it hit home with a high-pitched crack Angie’s bottom took one hell of a smack Two nubile buttocks shuddered and wobbled As the victim was well and truly knobbled Curly pussy hairs scattered and flew Angie was in a proper stew Oh, oh, oh she gently cried At the sting of the lino across her hide Then aaaagh, aw, ouch, she started to sing At the escalating sizzling sting As Angie’s bum began to tingle She felt angry and hopping mad with Pringle She was much too big and far too old To take a spanking so saucy and bold Oh the shame and humiliation For a lady of adolescent station To receive chastisement on the bare It wasn’t right it wasn’t fair Aged 16 plus all plump and strapping She was too old for a bare arsed slapping She could legally be a married mum Yet here was Pringle smacking her bum As though she were a naughty child It made her mad it made her wild She seethed and boiled with impotent rage To take the lino at her age But more than that what really jarred Pringle was smacking her very hard Soon her friends would poke fun at 'er But for Angie it was no laughing matter She was taking a stinging slap to her pride But what stung far worse was her slapped backside Prout had caught her on the hop She could not make her punishment stop For if she refused to be put to it Expulsion would surely make her rue it Prout and Pringle held every card And if she revolted it would go hard All she could do was to meekly submit And allow her buttocks to be hit She did not want a second swat But a second swat was what she got Pringle left it about 4 seconds or so For Angie to fully feel the blow Meanwhile as Pringle cunningly waited Angela's fury escalated Her outrage and anger continued to swell As her buttocks began to tingle like hell Then just as she started to sizzle and smart Pringle gave her another with well timed art Wallop right onto the hot bare meat This second slap hit Angie's seat The victim was shocked at the force of the blow And bit her lip it stung her so Aw, aw, aw she continued to yell As her arse meat tingled and stung like hell These first two slaps had old Prout grinning For he knew they were only the beginning Pringle was warming to the work Which caused old Prout to smile and smirk This was duty exceedingly pleasant To chasten a lady so pubescent His fantasies were vivid and prurient He ogled the clump of cunt hairs luxuriant He eyed up the naked nubile flesh And flicked his cock at Angie's distress He gawped at her hairy bum and fanny And the cunt slot to her secret cranny At the raw red meat and pussy hair He ejaculated then and there Oh no he gasped this is too much As his cock pumped semen in his crotch Prout then continued to play with his knob As the skilful Pringle got on with the job Down came the lino with a swish and a crack And Angie took a third hard whack Then came wallops four five six And Angie was in a proper fix Pringle gave her not one inch Angie was made to grunt and flinch By the time she took the seventh clout Angie had pondered something out This indignity she'd rather not handle The game was scarcely worth the candle Her punishment was a stinging lesson To avoid another spanking session Her character she'd try to reform Completed homework would be the norm There would be an end to lazing and shirking Fewer pubs more study and working I’ll obey the law young Angie was thinking This is the end of my underage drinking I’ve been a fool a proper sap Never again will I take the rap As Angie rose after taking it She rubbed her bum where she'd been hit She massaged the naked meat with vigour Which caused old Prout to smile and snigger Her rubbing was most undignified It humbled Angie and hurt her pride How she would dearly have loved to stop But she stung so sharply she could not Prout was grinning and Pringle smirked But Angie was tingling, vexed and irked She was furious, enraged and hopping mad At the sexy punishment she'd had And at the dirty old pervert Prout Who leered at her as he ushered her out Au revoir Miss Wallace that will do Shut the door as you go will you Nice to see you and have a chat Call by again I would like that You dirty old sod I bet you would Thought Angie if you only could But you won't get another chance To make my bottom sting and dance Your kinky pleasures I'll be ending Never again will you catch me bending But the spirit was willing the flesh was weak And Angie again soon faced the beak Her commitment and effort still were dicey And the penalties were sexy and pricey She was fond of boys and dancing and pubs She spent too long in the disco clubs Her lifestyle was not sufficiently altered Her good intentions sometimes faltered From time to time she ducked and dived Dodged her homework shirked and skived For three more offences she was trapped Three more times her bum was rapped And the penalty for each transgression Was twelve on the bare at a spanking session For Prout each spanking was sublime And Pringle had a whale of a time Another three dozen Angie got With spite and venom in every swat The headmaster did not give a fig That Angie was so sexy and big Buxom and strapping he put her to it Angie was made to regret and rue it Prout humbled her and purged her pride With stinging slaps to her bare backside Thus was Angie homework slacker Spanked by Pringle bottom smacker Thus did old Prout masturbate As he witnessed Angie's fate The good news was Prout’s plan succeeded Pringle’s slaps were sufficiently heeded Angie’s laziness quotient fell Her examinations all went well Three years after she’d bared and bent To an Oxford college Angie went Prout was delighted Pringle was glad And Angie now grateful rather than mad She had suffered a short-term sting in the rear But it set her up for a good career The victim thus was reconciled Pleased and thankful rather than riled She raged no more at her bare slapped hide And started to see the funny side