Limericks

[twonines]

Barb must worship her master`s member,
From January through to December.
And those biting steel clips,
On her tumescent nips,
Is something she`ll always remember.

 

[twonines]

It`s a real mess in which Barb has landed,
And she managed it all singlehanded.
She`s been stripped,
She`s been whipped,
And on her cute ass, she`s been branded.

 

[twonines]

When the master ,of Barb, finally tires,
Alas, a slave girl never retires.
She`ll be sold for some cash,
Or toil `neath the lash,
In the cotton fields, `til she expires.

 

[twonines]

Picking cotton on a long twelve hour rota,
Barb often fell short of her quota.
Her deficiencies logged,
She was frequently flogged,
And died, dreaming of blue Minnesota.

 

[montycrusto]

I can't think of a rhyme for "Demerits"

reminds me of a couple of ferrets

 

[twonines]

On Pirate Cay, what an ordeal Barb had to face,
An electrode on her most intimate place.
When the switch was thrown,
No fuses were blown,
But she thought she`d been launched into space.

 

[twonines]

Whether in Singapore or on Pirate Cay,
Barb`s adventures end the same way.
Firstly, the stripping,
Then comes the whipping,
And non-consensual sex every day.

 

[montycrusto]

A heroine of bondage tales,
whether crucified with nails,
or locked in a cellar
with a sadist fella
or whipped in singapore jails

 

[twonines]

Barb scales such masochistic heights,
And lands in such perilous plights.
With no skin on her back,
Or stretched on the rack,
She provides us with wonderful sights.

 

[twonines]

Barb, the Goth Girl, on her uncomfortable seat,
Is nailed through both hands and feet.
With a sibilant hiss,
Her involuntary piss,
Means her humiliation`s totally complete.

 

[twonines]

There`s a spot on Canada`s East Coast,
That many beauties can boast.
But it`s the Terra Nova Tramp,
Who`s made her stamp,
And is the one we appreciate most.

 

[montycrusto]

Mark Anthony said to fair Cleo,
“I do like my ladies con brio;
I find you disarming,
Alarmingly charming,
And you let me do butt-stuff for free-o”

 

[montycrusto]

Cleopatra replied “My dear Roman!
Come, run your hands down my ab-domen.
Get a firm grasp
Of my tight little asp,
I love when you handle me so, man!”

 

[twonines]

Alas, Minnesota`s old whipping post,
Is plagued by one pesky ghost.
I suppose it`s a blessing,
There`re no prizes for guessing,
It`s Barbara Moore, who was whipped there the most.

 

[twonines]

Naked, Barb was whipped in each season,
Some would say with good reason.
Her back was left bloody,
A real scarlet study,
For offences ranging from larceny to treason.

 

[montycrusto]

The old whipping post still remains,
Darkened with time-honoured stains,
Of bodily fluids
Which date back to the druids..
And if you swallow that, you’ve no brains.

 

[twonines]

Barb`s back, the cat, had destroyed it,
As a deterrent, the Judge had employed it.
But every time ,
They sluiced her with brine,
They didn`t realise that Barb just enjoyed it.

 

[montycrusto]

When for death, Cleopatra was lusting,
She said “one bite of this, I am trusting.”
Mark Anthony said,
As he bit off its head,
“You’re right, it tastes really disgusting.”

 

[twonines]

Frequently flogged, in that cold Prison Yard,
Has Barb`s legendary beauty been marred?
A sadist, entranced,
May think it`s enhanced,
By being bloody, welted and scarred.

 

[montycrusto]

The marks of her whipping in prison
Do her tight little booty bedizen.
The strokes of the cane
Inflict not only pain
But cause angry red welts to be risen.