Elizabeth's Shorts & Her New Man

Elizabeth's Shorts & Her New Man

Elizabeth open her dorm room door
and, saw her grad assistant Art.
He had the official class ledger
which gave her a start.
Art told her he caught the tag switch
and asked if they could talk?
Elizabeth listen, nodded,
let him in and did not balk.

Elizabeth, stunned offered him
her room dorm bed.
The Pom Pom Girl could not dream he had fantasized
about spanking her butt red.

Elizabeth could not believe
she had been tempted and cheated.
Now, she had been caught changing art tags
and was defeated.

Her roommate was gone
and they were alone in the dorm.
And, she had agreed for him
to punish her and conform.

Men were enthralled
by her pink bee sting lips.
But, he was drawn
to her breathtaking hips.

The artist stared at her
like she was a dim-wit.
He told her he had cheated
and her bottom would be heated.

Elizabeth stared at him in disbelief.
His spanking solution gave her no relief.
Instead of giving a speech
He took the opportunity to teach.

"If you cheat
then you get beat."
I am sure the college girl
would rather be at Atlantic Beach,
her fine bottom out of his reach.

Elizabeth used her southern charm,
sweet talk and held out hope.
If given the paddle,
she was sure how she would cope!
However, he had already made up his mind,
that he was going to beat her behind.

The artist intended to be stern
and make sure she felt the burn.
Bent over in purple shorts and panties,
she showed some panty-clad cheek.
Elizabeth was worried she wouldn't sit
comfortably for a week.

Elizabeth bent to rinse her mouth
in the sink and spit.
Art kept her head down with his free hand
while her bottom was hit.
Her butt started to dip,
so he had to tighten his grip.

"Elizabeth if you give me the slightest lip
I will go to the dean with a cheating slip!"
Passing art off as her own had been wrong.
Ping-pong paddle in hand, Art would go strong.

Eager not to be expelled had agreed he started.
The brown-haired girl broke down and farted.
She could not refrain from a song of pain.
His forceful swats continued to rain.

And, when Elizabeth got beat
it definitely affected her seat.
Her pain was obvious
from the tears on her nose.
Her shaking legs
and twitching dancing toes.

It was time for his finish
and Art wanted to be with a flare.
He thought of pulling down her panties,
but, he dare.

Driven by his true love he took a chance.
And, took down her purple panties made for dance.
A blush heated her rear,
as Elizabeth dripped a fat tear.

Her mouth was wide open and agape,
as she realized there was no escape.
Elizabeth fussed and fought
and told him to get bent.
However, she stayed bent over
her dorm sink for the gent.

Her shorts and panties in a silk mound.
The ping-pong paddle continued to pound.
And, when Elizabeth could stand it anymore,
he reached back and gave her another score.

Elizabeth had gotten huffy
as her bottom got puffy.

"Oh, no my poor bottom! Boo! Hoo! Hoo!"
To stop her spanking she cried, I need the loo."
Elizabeth was feeling blue as she got her due.

The spanks over her shorts were not love taps.
They stung and burned and sounded like hand clasp.
She gave a big self-pity sigh
as her red bottom continued to fry.

Art aimed lower and struck Elizabeth's cheeks inside-out.
With shades of purple visible, Art enjoyed a new pout.
Bruises had formed on her lower butt cheeks.
Elizabeth's chances for sitting were looking bleak!

The paddle style cycle repeated,
Elizabeth seemed defeated.
Her ping-pong paddle spanking completed
Elizabeth was embarrassed she had bleated.

The cause was a blistering paddling by Art.
hard swats to her butt Caused Elizabeth to fart.
Her new man had made sure her butt surfaces
had been properly scorched.
Elizabeth's poor round bottom,felt like it had been torched.

The contrast between white legs and red cheeks was inspiring sight.
Elizabeth's fine bottom was ruby red and bright.

At 20 years-old she groaned and pulled up
her purple panties and shorts.
He knew if she decided to get even,
they could end up in the courts.

She sniffled and wiped her nose with her hand.
Elizabeth knew it almost time to go to band.
Her cheating at the art exhibition had gotten her beat
and had left her purple and red marks across her seat.

All courtesy of her new man bared,
who had the courage to take her bared.