Tongue-Tied Spanking

This week has been a reminder that the cold weather is on its way. The wind sounds different as it rattles the branches on the trees, the air is less humid and has a touch of frost. I can't remember the last time that I mourned the end of summer. I usually thrive in slightly cooler weather, but this summer has been magical, and far too short!

The cooler weather keeps us inside. No more rushing out to catch the end of the day by sitting in the garden. Outside chores seems to wallow and wilt like the flowers. And the result is that we have more time for spanking!

I spent the other evening walking around with my cuffs on. The metal pieces jingled and jangled all around me. The tinkling sounds were arousing and gave promise to an exciting evening.

He found the old crop laying under the bed. Has it been so long that implements just sit unused under the bed? That was my first thought, but then I realized that we have gotten together quite a collection of toys, so yes, a crop or a clothespin can fall under the bed and be forgotten for a month of two.

He was delighted to find it. I don't what it is about that crop. He loves it. I don't really know any better so I play along.

Soon enough, I found myself with my nightie pulled down below my breasts, and pulled up over my crotch, nipple clamps were quickly attached, and my flesh was warmed by the swats from the crop. Occasionally he switched to the long piece of flat leather, which I think is called the lil spanker.

He's trying new things. Like the fact that I'm not allowed to speak during the spanking. And if I do, I'm flipped over for something a bit harsher. Every once and a while, he would stop and give me the chance to utter two, maybe four words. Of course my mind fights to maintain some semblance of organized thought, and I pause to think of something witty to say in four words. And I can't. I simple can't think of a damn thing to say. In my mind I'm reeling from whether or not the words "yes", "please", and "Lord Krishna" are included in this total of four words, or if I can get away with saying something witty with those four words, then slyly tack on the "yes", "please", and "thank-you"s. Then, I'm thinking that I should use up all those words, not just two or three. In the midst of all this mental turmoil I manage to say nothing, absolutely nothing.

He snickers as he attaches the hand cuffs together in front me, weaves the chains of the nipple clamps with the cuffs, then latches the ankle cuffs together, finally finishing off my restraints by attaching the two sets of cuffs together.

"What now, bitch, don't you have anything to say, lil lotus?"

And of course, calling me his lil lotus just sends me into another level of mental confusion and lust.

"Open your eyes and say something, love"

So, I do, and I open my mouth, but still nothing comes out. That snicker returns again as the epiphany hits him; "I've finally found a way to shut you up!"

And me, usually ready with my quick responses, can think of nothing to say. That's me in the corner, that's me on the couch, the girl with nothing to say, losing my mind, and losing my religion.

Finally, I spew out: "have at it, old man". But that was five words, not four, and I realize not only have I lost my ability to speak spontaneously, but also my ability to count. And my ability to resist or move has been severely restrained. Now, suddenly I feel like some cirque du soleil contortionist as he twists and turns my body in order to swat here and here, and spank there and there.

He pauses and reaches down to my dripping honey pot, and another realization hits me - the tongue-tied spanking is hot, hot, hot! It was a whole twist of emotions.

He finds new angles to shove his Director cock into my mouth, new ways to smash my nose into his balls, and i can't help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. The giggle led to a tickle from my throat around his cock, which I could tell by the intensity of his thrust, was an unexpectedly good sensation.

Another position change, now with my feet against his chest, he drives into me with such passion, I thrash around moaning with lust. I can't believe it! After fourteen years of marriage, how can sex feel this good?!?! I don't know. I'm not going to question it.

However, I am going to spend some time thinking about appropriate and witty four word sentences. How do these sound?

Please, spank me, please?
I like the crop.
I want you, Krishna.

See! None of these are witty! Except for maybe:

Spank me long time?

Got any better ideas for me?