Nuts and May
a grin-song
This morning I’ve bought
A new pair of shorts,
So my lithe legs are out on display!
With a song in my heart,
And a thong on my part,
I skip off to the forest to play.
“Good morrow sweet girly,
Why are you so early
Down here in the woodland today?”
“Since you ask me, old lady,
Why I’m in the wood shady,
I’ve come here to pick nuts and may.”
“I’ve stuff that’s more tasty,
Cakes and chocolates and pastry
Come with me, I’ll show you the way.”
She looks a bit scary,
Perhaps a bad fairy,
Maybe I should scuttle away?
But I’m eighteen years old,
So I’m sassy and bold,
I don’t care what the grown-ups say!
“Madam, you are so good
To provide such nice food,
I’ll carry your bag if I may.”
As we plunge through the trees,
Thistles up to my knees,
Under dark, looming branches that sway,
Through nettles so high
I get stung on my thigh -
I fear that I’ve been led astray.
Torn by sharp thorny weeds
My defenceless skin bleeds,
And my new shorts are starting to fray.
After more than an hour
We at last reach a tower
That looks gloomy and haunted and grey.
As she opens the door,
I can hear a beast roar
But she hustles me in, no delay.
When she fastens the lock
I am in for a shock,
The old woman hobbles away,
But in front of me stands
With a whip in his hands
An SS man in uniform grey!
“Now listen young maid,
You look very afraid,
So you’d better do just what I say.”
I know I am caught
In this fearsome fort,
I’ve got no other choice but obey.
What comes next’s no surprise,
From the look in his eyes
I can guess what he’s going to say.
“Get your clothes off young whore,
You will need them no more,
In this place where you’re destined to stay.”
So my shorts off I rip
And my undies I strip,
Now I’m bare as my baby birth-day!
He commands with a frown,
“To the dungeon come down,
You’ve been naughty, and now you must pay!”
In the cellar two toughs
Lock my wrists in tight cuffs,
Hang me up, from the ceiling I sway.
As he lands sharp whip-blows
On each part I expose
I perform like I’ve learnt in ballet.
While I leap and I prance
In my agonised dance
My tormentors shout, “Bravo! Hurray!”
I howl and I scream
For my pain grows extreme,
To escape it I’ve simply no way.
When I’ve had forty-four
I can’t bear any more,
“Let me down Sir, have mercy I pray!”
With his harsh cruel laugh
He says, “Not even half,
Swing around, so your breasts I can flay!”
I leap and I kick
Till I’m feeling quite sick,
I’ve got bruises red, black, blue and grey,
And my salt tears flood
And I’m sweating with blood,
Striped with weals in a woeful array,
Till my crying grows weak,
I can no longer shriek,
And my life must be ebbing away,
Yet with ninety-nine lashes
My body he thrashes,
Then he says, “That’s enough – for today!”
When he says he will stop,
His two thugs let me drop
On the floor, where I squirm as I lay,
Then he snaps, “Kiss my feet!
And your promise repeat,
‘I’m your slavegirl, I’ll always obey.’ ”
So I swear I’ll be brave
And I’ll be a good slave,
And, yes Master, I’ll do what you say.
I’m enthralled by his magic,
My ending’s not tragic,
In my heart I am happy and gay,
I’ll obey him and serve,
And give him all my love,
I’ll be his for all time, plus a day!
If you’re like me, a sub,
Come and join the slave-club,
Put your shorts on, just pick nuts and may!
eul
a grin-song
This morning I’ve bought
A new pair of shorts,
So my lithe legs are out on display!
With a song in my heart,
And a thong on my part,
I skip off to the forest to play.
“Good morrow sweet girly,
Why are you so early
Down here in the woodland today?”
“Since you ask me, old lady,
Why I’m in the wood shady,
I’ve come here to pick nuts and may.”
“I’ve stuff that’s more tasty,
Cakes and chocolates and pastry
Come with me, I’ll show you the way.”
She looks a bit scary,
Perhaps a bad fairy,
Maybe I should scuttle away?
But I’m eighteen years old,
So I’m sassy and bold,
I don’t care what the grown-ups say!
“Madam, you are so good
To provide such nice food,
I’ll carry your bag if I may.”
As we plunge through the trees,
Thistles up to my knees,
Under dark, looming branches that sway,
Through nettles so high
I get stung on my thigh -
I fear that I’ve been led astray.
Torn by sharp thorny weeds
My defenceless skin bleeds,
And my new shorts are starting to fray.
After more than an hour
We at last reach a tower
That looks gloomy and haunted and grey.
As she opens the door,
I can hear a beast roar
But she hustles me in, no delay.
When she fastens the lock
I am in for a shock,
The old woman hobbles away,
But in front of me stands
With a whip in his hands
An SS man in uniform grey!
“Now listen young maid,
You look very afraid,
So you’d better do just what I say.”
I know I am caught
In this fearsome fort,
I’ve got no other choice but obey.
What comes next’s no surprise,
From the look in his eyes
I can guess what he’s going to say.
“Get your clothes off young whore,
You will need them no more,
In this place where you’re destined to stay.”
So my shorts off I rip
And my undies I strip,
Now I’m bare as my baby birth-day!
He commands with a frown,
“To the dungeon come down,
You’ve been naughty, and now you must pay!”
In the cellar two toughs
Lock my wrists in tight cuffs,
Hang me up, from the ceiling I sway.
As he lands sharp whip-blows
On each part I expose
I perform like I’ve learnt in ballet.
While I leap and I prance
In my agonised dance
My tormentors shout, “Bravo! Hurray!”
I howl and I scream
For my pain grows extreme,
To escape it I’ve simply no way.
When I’ve had forty-four
I can’t bear any more,
“Let me down Sir, have mercy I pray!”
With his harsh cruel laugh
He says, “Not even half,
Swing around, so your breasts I can flay!”
I leap and I kick
Till I’m feeling quite sick,
I’ve got bruises red, black, blue and grey,
And my salt tears flood
And I’m sweating with blood,
Striped with weals in a woeful array,
Till my crying grows weak,
I can no longer shriek,
And my life must be ebbing away,
Yet with ninety-nine lashes
My body he thrashes,
Then he says, “That’s enough – for today!”
When he says he will stop,
His two thugs let me drop
On the floor, where I squirm as I lay,
Then he snaps, “Kiss my feet!
And your promise repeat,
‘I’m your slavegirl, I’ll always obey.’ ”
So I swear I’ll be brave
And I’ll be a good slave,
And, yes Master, I’ll do what you say.
I’m enthralled by his magic,
My ending’s not tragic,
In my heart I am happy and gay,
I’ll obey him and serve,
And give him all my love,
I’ll be his for all time, plus a day!
If you’re like me, a sub,
Come and join the slave-club,
Put your shorts on, just pick nuts and may!
eul
(Pic does not seem to apply to you, just describes what can be a general problem for members on this forum.)
when all turned to sweetness and light 