A Silent Spanking

How can a spanking be silent? Good question. I don't mean the spanking itself; Ron loves implements that make a big sound. Loopy Johnnys and curtain cords aren't for him, thank goodness. What I am referring to is the noise I make while being spanked. Let me explain...

Two weeks ago we were engaged in our regular weekend spanking session. As usual, I was quite vocal in my protests at the beginning. The swats almost always felt too hard, or were too close together, and I whined about not getting a warmup.

"I don't do warmups," was Ron's retort, followed by an increase in the speed of the spanks.

Aside from the complaining, I also cried "Ow" when the paddle landed on a particularly tender part of my anatomy. Sometimes it was "Ow, ow" or even "Ow ow ow!" You get the idea. Anyway, I was carrying on in this fashion when Ron suddenly interrupted me.

"No talking." he ordered.

"What? Why not?" Shouting is my favourite part of a spanking.

"Quiet. No talking," my husband repeated, then continued with the job at hand.

Well! This was an unusual turn of events. We are fortunate to live in our own house, with no neighbours listening through thin walls, and with the windows closed, there had never been any need for silence or restraint. I struggled to obey his order. I firmly closed my mouth, squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself into silence.  It was difficult, but having to keep quiet made me all the more aware of what was going on around me. The whistle of the rattan through the air, the feeling of it as it connected with my bottom,  the deep breath Ron took as he prepared for another assault and my breath as I struggled to remain still and silent.

I thought that my lack of verbal reaction might cause Ron to think I was lacking in enthusiasm, but he carried on for the usual length of time then finally told me, "You're done." By that time, I was done. Holding my tongue had been an unusual but interesting experience, and I have a new appreciation for the self-restraint required to keep silent during a spanking. Those of you who live in apartments have my admiration and sympathy. I think I'm ready for a thin-walled hotel room any time Ron is!