Secrets by Penelope Jones #Poetry #ASMSG #erotica




by Penelope Jones

We all have them hidden deep inside

How easily they glide…


Off the tongue

A laundry list of secrets, I sung


“You make my juices seep”

“When you text my heart skips a beat”

“And my legs go weak”


“I like to be spanked until I cry”

“And yes, my dickhead father’s likely the reason why”


“I love the way sweat feels”

“I love wearing high heels”


“I have a fetish for knee socks”

“I’m also seeking a collar that locks”


Each secret opens up a new world to explore

Each word you spoke left me begging for more


You scare the hell out of me

Yet, determination is the key


I told you, “I don’t chase men”

You invited me to your den

Laid before me were your sins


Crops, whips, and paddles too

I knew you’d know just what to do


You tell me your secrets

And I’ll tell you mine

I hope you’re not just feeding me lines


By my own admission

Of my submission


You hold the keys to drive my life

You hold the power to cut me like a knife


All I can do is pray you won’t

That you don’t


Because you’re right


I’ll continue to share my truths

No matter how depraved or dark

We embark…


On a path of lust and need

Maybe we’ll succeed


Who knows what this journey has in store

I hope it’s dirty, delicious, and more


Because for the right man or woman…

I’m a whore! 



Copyright 2013  by Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Clean Up On Aisle 9 #Poemup


I love the way your hand feels when it smacks my ass

Caressing me, soothing me, urging the sting to pass


So you may rain down spanks even more than before

All the while I was begging, yearning to be your whore


My cries rang through the air like they didn’t matter

Your slaps made such a loud pitter-patter


Over and over you struck me with force

And I kept begging for more, and more of course


Mewling of love and devotion brushed across your ear

You knew my impending orgasm was drawing near


Soon two fingers were fucking my pussy

Everything you did was making me gushy


The harsh slaps had stopped, and my hair was fisted

All my offenses were being listed


As you spoke such harsh truths right at my lips

More fingers were added, and I was gyrating my hips


I wanted you, needed you, begged from my heart

Your lips crashed into mine, and your tongue did dart


Into my mouth, just as my hips danced on your fingers

You pounding my cunt, until the ecstasy lingers








Leaving me a heap of a mess, in need of a mop


Orgasm Denied


Clean-up on aisle 9!