I'm in trouble and I don't know where to begin

I'm being sent to my Auntie's and hiding a sin

I know the stories and rumors floating aroun'

Feeling like I'm sinking down about to drown

She's not my blood but called Miss Auntie Rose

Behind her back all my cousins call her Auntie Nose

Cuz she'll put your nose in the corner lightning quick

My stomach is all knotted, like about to get real sick

For nineteen years I've somehow avoided her awful lap

Mom said I really did it, time for Auntie's brush and strap

Pulling up in the driveway I panic and try to run

But Auntie is real quick, caught me and said that strike one

As you guessed, I got this secret no one else know

I'm always dreamed of getting spanked until it glows

I think Auntie is already onto my foolish schemes

You see, she's always the one spanking in my dreams

I'm all stumbling around as she drags me by the ear

Keep your nose in the corner Do I Make Myself Clear

Hands on Top of Your Head, Best not Move an Inch

She quickly bares my bum and gives it an awful pinch

Instincts kick in, I pull away and fall down to one knee

Now you did it she smirks, That's Strike Two and Three

She starts scolding and smacking the back of my thighs

She keeps right on going until she hears my cries

Same as in my dreams she is off hunting for her ebony brush

She is keen to blister my backside until those tears gush

Over her lap I go with my face inches from the floor

Said her brush will be my warm up til I'm good 'n' sore

Never been spanked before, but her words gotta be a lie

That wasn't no warm up, feels like I'm about to die

On and on Auntie's brush rose and fell in wicked time

She had me bucking around and bawling for my crime

She aims down lower, attacking my thighs slap after slap

She likes the color, said I'm about ready for her strap

I just know she's steadily flattening my poor cheeks

Already can tell ain't no way I'm sitting for weeks

Finally she lets me up, leads me by the arm up the stairs.

Time for her strap to straighten out my naughty affairs

She placed a pillow on the edge of the bed, I wonder why

Warns me to be up on my toes with my bottom raised high

Pushes my belly down, my back arcs into a naughty curve

Announces my sentence, six wicked strokes what I deserve

Except it is back to the start for failing to maintain the pose

Same thing applies for not keeping up on my toes.

The first stroke of her strap steals my breath away right quick

The second stroke equally awful as she lays it on thick

Another stroke collides, my defenseless bum a burning mess

The fourth stroke was down low and I'm sure you can guess.

I couldn't stay on my toes as Auntie dipped into her bag of tricks

Failing over and over, just like that six strokes became thirty-six

She kept me bawling like a little naughty boy with a sniffling nose

And this ends my tearful tale of why I love my Auntie Rose