I found this translation of
The Spanking, pretty mischievous:
The widow and the orphan, what could be more moving?
An old school friend of mine died leaving no children
But an amazing spouse behind.
I went to pay a visit to the desperate woman.
And then, having no plans for the evening,
I stayed to keep her company in the chapel.
To contain her tears, to solace her grief,
I started to tease, to crack some jokes,
All remedies are good for healing a soul…
Soon, thanks to the quality of some of my gags,
The widow was laughing till one’s side ache, thanks God !
We had quite of a good laugh.
My pipe was poking out of my jacket.
Pleasantly, she encouraged me : « Fill it up,
Let no moral imperative stop you,
If my poor husband hated tobacco,
Smoking does no longer bother him !
But where the heck did I put my cigarette box ? »
At midnight, with the sweet voice of a seraphim,
She asked me if I was hungry.
« Would it make him come back to life, she said,
If we stretched pity till starvation ?
What would you think of a frugal collation? »
And we had a small candle-light dinner.
« Look how beautiful he is !
Wouldn’t you say he’s sleeping ?
He would be the last one to blame me
If I sank my sorrow in a flow of champagne. »
After having emptied the second magnum,
The widow was quite flushed, I can tell you !
And her spirit started wandering around…
« My God, what will it be of us ! »
Sighted she, sitting on my lap.
And then, after having glued her lips on mine,
« Now I am finally reassured, she said, I feared
That under your saucisson-like mustache,
You'd be coquettishly hiding a harelip… »
My mustache like a saucisson, can you imagine ?
This comparison deserved a spank.
Rolling the insolent up with no sign of kindness,
Conscious of performing without a doubt a duty,
But closing my eyes to avoid seeing too much,
Smack! I lowered on her a vengeful hand.
« Ahi! you've cracked my bottom in two! »
Cried she, and I lowered my front, pitiful,
Worried that I had hit too harshly.
But I learnt later, and was quite relieved,
That this state of affairs had been there a long time :
Liar ! the crack was congenital.
When I raised my hand for the second time,
My spirit weakened, I lost faith,
Especially due to her inquiring, the Jezebel :
« Did you notice I had a nice ass ?»
And my vindictive hand fell back, vanquished
And the third blow was only a caress…