Judge Jenn weighed all of the evidence and gave me a HARD spanking sentence

A poem from a naughty boy

I spent the weekend in sin city

Drinks were free, the waitress was pretty

Poker, Blackjack, slot machines galore

A naughty boy could not ask for more

My bottom warned it was dangerous

To be so naughty in Las Vegas

At the same time as strict Miss Jenn

But this naughty boy did not listen

I had one more drink and one more bet

And both of them I came to regret

I picked up Miss Jenn at the airport

And she quickly convened spanking court

Judge Jenn weighed all of the evidence

And gave me a HARD spanking sentence

A guilty verdict was handed down

Justice awaited this naughty clown

Since I was a big jackpot winner

Miss Jenn said I could buy her dinner

Then we went to my BIG hotel suite

Miss Jenn began to apply the heat

It was not soothing like Icy Hot

Oh no, it was definitely not

It was hard spanks from sweet, strict Miss Jenn

She made my bottom sore, my head spin

She's the one whom wives/girlfriends employ

To discipline their naughty/bad boy

So why did I think I would be spared

From Miss Jenn's spanks on my bottom bared?

Miss Jenn spanks hard, whatever it takes

She does not give bad boys patty cakes :(

I want patty cakes, I keep trying

But Miss Jenn spanks until I'm crying :(