Silence

I froze mid-lyric my hand over my mouth as I realised what I’d done. Unthinking. I knew there would be consequences for it. I had sung a line from a song. How many words was it? I tried to count them up in my head, “Underneath Your Clothes, There’s an endless story, There’s the man I chose, There’s my territory, And all the things I deserve, For being such a good girl honey”. How many was that? 28. Ouch.

It was the “good girl” in that last line that suddenly made me realised what I was doing, because singing was definitely not being a good girl. Not right then.

Rewind a few days, my boyfriend had banned me from speaking. My ban had started on Wednesday morning and would end on Friday evening. Tonight. I’d been impressed at how well I’d done proudly shaking my head and murmuring “nah-uh” the last two evenings David had come home and asked if I’d broken the silence rule. He’d done his best to make me break the rule, especially in bed. I swear I don’t think I’d cum so much in my life as I did in those two days but I’d manage to stop myself shouting out all the usual things I should when I’m having fun by sucking on my thumb at key moments.

I picked up my phone and reluctantly typed into WhatsApp, “I broke the rule… I’m sorry.” One tick. Two ticks. Blue ticks. He’d read it. David is typing. “How many words?” “28 :'(” “WTF?? How?” “I started singing without thinking. I’m sorry.” “Its ur arse I feel sorry for. Was ur decision tho so ur own fault. Don’t make it worse. Hometime soon. Love you xx” “Love you to xoxox”. I put the phone down pleased I’d be honest right away even though I knew there were going to be consequences. I spent the next two hours getting ready. Bath, wash hair, shave, dry hair, make up, get dressed into something I know D likes me in: black lacy bra, sheer black stockings and suspender belt, short black dress that shows off my boobs and legs, soft black flats. No panties.

7pm I hear a key in the lock and the front door swings open. God he looks so good in a suit. David comes in looking cheerful. I wonder if that’s because he knows that he won. I wave and smile. I don’t speak. David closes the door and comes to me. We kiss. “You look amazing,” he tells me. I smile and kiss him to show my gratitude for the nice compliment. “It’s Friday evening, you can speak again now you know.” I shake my head. Taking his hand I lead him up the stairs to our bedroom.

Facing him, I drop slowly to my knees and look up at him. He still looks so good in that suit. I pull at the fastening holding his trousers closed. God, why do they make men’s’ suit trousers so complicated. There’s a button on the outside, a clip inside and another button inside then the zip – seriously why do men need their trousers to be so secure? I get them down and pull them down to his ankles. David sits on the bed while I suck on his big hard cock. I love this cock so much. It was my first and its so big. I’m working hard, David is moaning softly in the way some guys do to encourage you. It doesn’t take long before that big cock is filling my mouth with thick salty cum, which I swallow down as quickly as he can pump it. I lick him clean and sit back catching my breath for a moment, still holding his dick.

Standing up I take a drink of water from a glass on the window ledge. I’m not drinking to wash away his taste but because David is laying back and I want to cuddle him and I know he won’t want to taste himself on me. I lay next to him on the bed, pressing myself against his body as we lay facing each other. “I love you,” I tell him after a moment. It’s only been a few days but already speaking in front of him feels hard – like its still forbidden. “I love you too,” he tells me. “And, I love your outfit. So sexy.” We kiss. “Thank you,” I say.

His hands are warm on my skin and I’m soon parting my legs as his hand stokes my stockinged inner thigh. “Mmmm very nice,” he says as his fingertips find my freshly shaved and panty-free pussy. “I knew you’d like that.” “I do.” “Mmmm-Oohhh,” I murmur then giggle and smile as two of his fingers penetrate me and probe into my warm wet body. “You like this don’t you?” He asks. I nod, biting my lip as a stifle another sigh. “Uhhh oh fuck,” I mutter involuntarily when his fingers find a particularly sensitive spot and work at it. I some times think David must have prayed really hard one night and convinced God to give him a map to my body because he always seems to know which parts to touch and just how to touch them. “I want you,” I tell him softly. “How bad do you want me?” He asks equally softly. “Real bad,” I say gently kissing his lips. “You want me real badly?” I nod. “Where do you want me?” “Inside me.” “Say it then.” I look him in the eye, “I want you inside me real bad, baby.” “And how’d you want me?” “Bareback.” “Say it then.” I know he’s messing with me because he likes hearing me say stuff like this. I feel self conscious with dirty talk but that kinda makes it hotter I think. “I want you real deep inside me bareback baby,” I tell him in a whisper.

David rolls over me. His upper body pinning mine to the bed, his lower body between my legs. He slides himself forwards, his prick finds my pussy and a moment later he’s slipping into me. He’s big and there’s always a little moment of discomfort as my pussy gets used to having a dick that thick inside it but its only a moment and its gone quickly. I know he finds me quite tight without lube and we’re not stopping for that tonight. We fuck a while. I don’t know how long. Probably not that long because he never lasts as long when we don’t use lube. It’s long enough for me to cum though. My orgasm is ebbing away when I feel him cum. It prolongs mine just a little bit longer – I think it’s knowing that he’s cumming inside me that does it rather than anything physical. What do I know tho?

We lay together for a while. Most of it I’m thinking about that other thing that happened a few hours ago and for which I still have to pay. I enjoyed the sex and it delayed the inevitable but I know its coming and now I just want it over and done. “Can you do it to me now, please?” I ask. “You sure?” “Yeah, I hate the waiting for it.” “Okay.” David gets up, pulls his trousers up and goes through the rigmarole of fastening all those buttons, clips and zips. I sit on the edge of the bed, hugging my knees waiting for him to be ready.

“Up,” he commands his voice firm. I obey immediately. “Bend over the bed, ” He instructs me. I obey without hesitation. Our bed is big and high, pretty much the perfect height for me to bend over. I do as I’m told making sure to get the corner of the mattress where my hips fold over. I reach out with my arm, stretching myself out. David hitches my dress up over my bum, exposing me to him. “How many do I owe you?” He askes as if he doesn’t remember. “28.” “Are you ready?” I nod, my face pressed down into the bed covers to stifle my cries.

The first stroke of the cane lands on my bare behind. The woosh is the first thing you notice then a loud crack and you’re thrown forward by the impact but no pain. The paid takes a second to arrive but suddenly its there and you want to cry out loud but you know this is only stroke number 1 of 28. Get to 20 before you cry you tell yourself. By three you want to scream. Okay okay let’s get to 15. The fourth, fifth and sixth strokes land one after the other delivered expertly with just enough time between strokes to allow the pain to arrive in your mind before the next one lands. Come on come on lets at least get to 10 without crying you tell yourself as the sixth stroke hits you. Seven and eight lands followed by a scream from an animal in pain somewhere it takes you a moment to realise its no animal, it’s you screaming into the duvet. Okay so we got to eight, nearly half way there the little voice in your head reassures you. Nine and ten arrive and by now it feels like the pain can’t increase any more. Four more and we’re half way. Five more and we’re closer to done than to starting the voice tells you. David knows many things about me. When God gave him that map to help him pleasure me he must have given him the map to hurt me too because the first ten strokes have all landed pretty much on top of one another towards the upper part of my bum, which is now throbbing with pain. Strokes eleven to eighteen hit lower on my bum. His map must have told him the pain in the first spot wasn’t going to get any worse for me so he’s opened up a whole new pain site. It’s hurting so bad now that even the little voice has given up and is screaming. The nineteenth and twentieth strokes are split between the first site he attacked in the first ten strokes and the second side. He pauses again. For a moment I think I’m going to get up but I don’t. I stay there waiting to be hit eight more times. The last eight are all delivered in quick succession to the softer flesh where my bum joins my leg. It’s agony and I’m crying so much that the little voice pops back into my head telling me I’m going to to have to change the bed covers later as they’re so wet.

Finally its over. I’ve been beaten with the cane 28 times and my world is mostly pain right now. We cuddle for an age although the pain doesn’t really subside much. I look up at him, “I really want you again right now!”

God I hate how much I love this sometimes.