The Sounds Opposite of Silence

Our good friend Jean Marie was inspired by a recent brunch to compose a song parody. She gave me permission to share it with you, and here it is:

The Sounds Opposite of Silence
By Jean Marie

Hello bedspread, my old friend
I’ve come to stare at you again
Because my new boyfriend wants me OTK
He’s going to make me rue this day
With a spankin’ that my butt will ne’er forget
It’ll still remain
After the bruises have faded

In restless dreams I stand alone
As skirt goes up and pants come down
“Neath the halo of a bedside lamp
My pussy grows both sticky and damp
Then my butt is pained with the flash of his spanking hand
More than I could stand
Man, I’ll be bruised forever

And in that naked light I saw
Ten thousand spankos, maybe more
People spanking with a sense of fun
Bottoms hoping it’ll ne’er be done
Kinksters writing poems in their lover’s flesh
Eloquent
Bruises on butts unfaded

“Ouch” cried I, “That hurts so much
Spankings get so hot to the touch
Hear my pleas that you might back-off
Read my signs, you brutish jack-off!”
But I feared my words like silent teardrops fell
Unheeded like my bruises

But then this Top, he stopped and prayed
To the altar that he claimed my pert butt had made
He worshipfully deified 
The derriere he almost crucified

The Top prayed, “This butt is near perfect
It just needs some color, some heat…”
“Proceed,” I said, my other cheeks blushing 
And the night was filled with the sounds opposite of silence

Slava Ukraini
Glory to Ukraine