Watch Your Language!

Jon is doing carpentry work on the cupboards in the kitchen. Simple enough, but then... bang! Jon accidentally hits his thumb with the hammer. A loud burst of profanity fills the kitchen. "#*@&! &@(#!@ !#*!"

Footsteps running up from the basement, and across the kitchen floor behind the bellowing Jon. "$*#@$! (@!~^$ @#$-- MMMMMMHH, HMMMMM MMMMMMM MMMMMMMHHHH!!!"

All of a sudden Jon can't swear any more. He's reduced to frantic muffled mmmmphing, because Aurie has come running up from the basement, Aurie has come running into the kitchen and clamped her hands tight over Jon's mouth.

"MMMMMMMM, MMMM'HHMMMM MMMMM HMMMMM MMHHHHH, MMMMM HMMMM HHMMMM.... MMMMMMMHHH!!"

Gorgeous Aurie, her long wavy brown hair, her sculpted cheekbones, her slender shapely figure... Ravishingly beautiful Aurie, 23 years old, with her large smooth soft beautifully shaped hands clamped firmly over Jon's mouth from behind, her left hand over his mouth and her right hand over her left hand...

"MMMMMMHH! MMMMMMHHH! MMMMMMHHHHH!!"

With a look of tender womanly concern on her face, Aurie is saying to Jon, "Oh, are you all right? Are you okay?" Then she gets stern. "I've told you before, I will not tolerate language like that in the house!" Then again a tender look on Aurie's face. "Go ahead, let it out, scream into my hands if you have to! But I'm not letting go of your mouth!"

"MMMMMMMMMHHHH! MMMMHH, MMM MMMMMMMMMHH!!" Jon is screaming, as much as he is able. Jon is screaming into the firm palm of Aurie's hand, Jon is shouting and yelling into Aurie's strong warm soft hands clamped oh so hard over his mouth. Jon is yelling, only it's all muffled by Aurie's hands, it's all just muffled unintelligible noises, none of it comes out as words, it's all just stifled barking and gnarling noises, Jon isn't able to speak, he can only make stifled noises with Aurie holding her large smooth soft strong hands tight over his mouth.

Aurie won't let Jon swear in the house, not even when he hits his thumb with a hammer. Any time Jon talks like that, Aurie holds her hands over his mouth so he can only make muffled meaningless noises.

"MMMMMMMHHHH! MMMMHHH, MMMMMHHH HHMMM... Mmmmmh, mmm wwwmm hhmmmm mmmm mmmmhh, mmmm hmmmmm MMMMMMHH! Mmmmmmhh!! Mmwwwmmmm, mmmmmmh mmmmmm hhmmmm... Mmmmmmmm... Wwmmmmmm, mmmmmm hhhmmmm... Hhhmmmmh...... Mmmmmh...... Mmmmmhhh...

After a minute or more with Aurie's hands clamped over his mouth, Jon settles down and his muffled noisemaking gradually trails off. Aurie still won't let him speak, she keeps her beautiful hands squeezed tight over his mouth. But now Aurie peers at Jon once again with a look of tender womanly concern, and she speaks to him in gentle tones: "Oh, you poor baby, did you hit your thumb with the hammer? Oh, poor Jon! Are you feeling better? Are you feeling okay, honey?"

Jon can't really answer, with Aurie holding her hands over his mouth. But he manages to nod his head. "Mmmmmmmhhh... Mmmmh, hmmmmmmm..." He makes noises, calmer noises now, which Aurie cannot possibly understand. Jon is unable to speak understandable words no matter how he tries, because Aurie has her big smooth soft hands fastened very very firmly over Jon's mouth...

"You poor baby, would you like me to hold your mouth in the living room for a while?"

Jon, unable to talk, nods his head. Aurie walks right behind him from the kitchen into the living room, where they sit down together on the couch. Sitting on the couch, Aurie is cuddled up against Jon from behind, with her big beautiful young woman hands gripped hard over Jon's mouth. They sit there together silently, Aurie's hands over Jon's mouth, and she stays snuggled up against him, holding his mouth for another five minutes.

"Honey... do you feel better now?" Jon silently nods his head, and Aurie, with her warm firm hands still clamped over Jon's mouth, bends forward and gently kisses the back of his neck. Then Aurie takes her hands away from Jon's mouth at long last, and she goes back down into the basement.