AI art by me

There is the simple motion of two hands that strike together,

Applauding a performance or acclaiming something’s better,

But of the auditory feats that one can do with palm,

There’s one I love the most of all and so I write this psalm,

For when I see a lovely cheek so curved and firm and right,

I cannot help but show my praise and do so with all might,

I speak not of the facial one, no, I mean lower still,

A perfect bum, a wonder bun, an ass that gives a thrill,

It’s to this fleshy work of art that I apply my hand,

Repeatedly whether slow or fast and do the best I can,

To bring about a lovely blush upon that sexy butt,

And hope that my enthusiasm tells her what is what.

Do not disparage or take umbrage when this stroke is struck,

But smile and turn the other near so it may show good luck!

Yet there are some, a quite rare breed, who’ll give a little purr,

They grin and bend a little more and say “Again, please, Sir?”

Ah, these sweet ones always get the brunt of my acclaim,

Until the whimpering, sobbing girl cannot recall her name.

Thus I give the slow clap, once and once again,

In hopes of slowly pulling her into my web of sin.

Many a maid who thought that they would never want it twice,

Are soon the ones who gently bow and ask for it, real nice.

Submissive, sweet, enraptured girls that used to be so tough,

Are precious gems to he who knows a diamond in the rough.

Master Grey 5/5/25