A Crimson Sonnnett
~by brat-to-spank on FetLife
They gathered by the very first Crimson moon
A barn dance lit by gas-light and merriment
Girls in country frocks ready to play a tune
The boys in overalls some bare chested went
Like Kilts some boys they wore no underwear
The girls they knew the ones to watch out for
Still Auntie Roo she watched like Mama bear
For one nephew of hers at open barn doors
His carousal growing tipsy she felt the shame
Knew her responsibility come end of night
Tasked to make him aware the rules, his game
That would not end without a Crimson sight
So as they gathered to witness the moon arise
She tugged his ear in a sharp twisted surprise
Auntie! Ow! He yelped thinking she was amused
By his boisterous ways, a fool reminding her
Of Father before him, now gone, last bruised
Across her lap by a sister's demand inferred
But she wasn't kidding she dragged him across
The field, the cooing lovers dazzling at the moon
Into the shade of night, the willows bowing tossed
Back behind the barn where they'd not importune
His attention firmly on her stern and watchful eye
He thus became the boy who knew her wrath
He pouted, shuffled, tried to feign and apologize
She heard his little story as she did the math
I bet you wore them without any panties below!
She snickered watching his blushing glow
Come on Auntie! He tried to puff up his chest
Come on nothing she said taking her place
Upon a haybale hiking up her country dress
A look of quiet determination on her face
He knew it since he was a boy the price he paid
A fearsome regard still he won't feel neglected
The price of being tugged when he did stray
The price to so regain his dear Auntie's respect
So like a lad he shuffled before her ample lap
she helped him doff the buttons of his overalls
Then down his hips the brush of jeans collapsed
He stood there naked in the moonlight in her thrall
So by the Crimson moon she gave him cause
His moons to match her palm in steady applause