Don't You Talk Like That to Me!

Anne clamped her large, smooth but work hardened hand tight over Justin's mouth. "What did you just say to me?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmh, mmmmmmmhhh!"

Anne's eyes flashed. "I said, what did you just say to me?"

Justin's eyes showed white all around. How in the world could he possibly answer Anne, with her left hand clamped as tight as steel over his mouth?

"Oh, that's right, you can't talk now, can you? You can't talk with my hand over your mouth. What did you just say to me? You can't say it any more, can you?"

Justin tried to twist and turn his head. "Mmmmmm, hmmmm MMMMMMMMHHH!!"

Anne squeezed her hand even tighter over Justin's mouth, until her fingertips on one side of his face, and the heel of her hand on the other, were sunk deep into his cheeks. The large, smooth expanse of the back of her hand blotted out where Justin's mouth had been. Anne had Justin's lips gripped vise tight in the palm of her hand. Her thumb lay across the bridge of his nose. Anne was holding Justin's mouth so tight that her knuckles stood out, tendons rippled tense beneath the skin of her hand.

"Justin, don't you dare talk like that to me! Understand?"

Justin looked at Anne, his eyes wide open, with her large strong hand kept fastened hard over his mouth.

"I said, do you understand? If I take my hand away from your mouth, will you knock it off?"

A moment's hesitation. Then Justin shook his head no, as best he could with Anne still squeezing his cheeks in with her iron mouth grip.

"All right. Then you come and sit here with me."

Justin sat down alongside Anne on the couch. She kept her hand clamped tight over his mouth as she picked up the remote with her other hand, and turned on the TV.

And Anne kept holding Justin's mouth tight, all through the local news, and all through the network news. Justin sat there beside Anne, with her large smooth beautiful hand, hardened and strong from work, kept clamped over his mouth for a full hour like a tight steel gag.