Gregg : 01 - Dad's Lesson (mm/f, M/mm)
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01 - Dad's Lesson
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By Gregg
Wednesday, July 18th 2001 - 03:26:22 PM
Dad's Lesson
My brother directed me to this page and said I should tell our story. I am now almost forty, and I've had very little experience with bondage. But this one incident happened many years ago.
I have a younger brother, and a younger sister. Tim is two years younger, and Julie is four years younger. Tim and I always got along really well, and were best of friends. Julie was a pain, and both Tim and I fought with her as long as I can remember, but she was clearly dad's favorite, and so she always got the best of us. When we would do something to her, she would tell dad, and he would punish us, no matter what she had done to start the affair. Dad had been twenty years in the military, and friends and neighbors called him "Major," most of the time (although he was never actually a Major). He ran a strict household, and all of had chores and duties.
Tim and I sometimes tied each other up. Nothing special, and we never did do gags. Just hands and maybe feet with a bit of rope. Once I tied Tim's hands, put him in the closet, and went to dad. I told dad that I was holding Tim hostage and wanted an increase in my allowance. Dad said that Tim wasn't worth much, and he was sorry, but no deal. When I got back to the bedroom, Tim had freed himself. And that ended that. We also tied up neighbors and they tied us up as we played the typical "cops and robbers" or "pirates," or our favorite - "cowboys and Indians." But the bondage was never heavy and we always escaped easily. Sometimes dad saw us when we were tied, but he never said anything.
When I was somewhere around fifteen and Tim was thirteen, we were alone at home one Saturday while our parents were off shopping. Julie, then eleven, had been tormenting us, not letting us do out chores and generally making life difficult. In exasperation, Tim said, "Let's tie her up." It sounded like a good idea to me. I found some rope in the basement, and then Tim and I grabbed her. As she shouted and screamed, I tied her arms while Tim tied her ankles. She was making so much noise that I found a roll of scotch tape and put a few pieces over her mouth. Of course, it didn't do much good and came right off. Unfortunately, just as I was putting on the tape, Mom and Dad walked in.
Dad told me to untie Julie, and I did. That seemed to be the end of it. I wondered what Dad might do, but he said nothing. At dinner we discussed the fact that Julie was having a slumber party that night with five of her friends. Tim and I complained about the slumber party which always meant that we were more or less grounded in our bedrooms. Dad warned us not to worry our mother who would be busy helping Julie fix snacks and get ready for her party. He told us that he was tired of us making trouble when Julie had her friends over.
Then Dad said, "Gregg and Tim, I want you to finish up the dishes, and then meet me in the den by the television set where he said he would give us a lesson. We did the dishes wondering what was going on. Then we headed for the den. We found Dad sitting there, waiting for us. On the floor next to his chair were many coils of rope and some other things. Dad said he was going to teach us how to tie somebody up right and he said he would be done before the slumber party. Well, if Dad promised something, it was as good as done, so we waited to see what this lesson was.
"You boys have tied each other up from time to time," Dad started, "and also some of your friends. But you don't do a very good job. Everyone always gets away quickly. So I've decided to teach you how to do it right. You might just as well do a good job as a bad one. Okay?"
Tim and I agreed. With that, Dad took four tennis balls, and gave each of us two, told us to put one in each hand and wrap our fingers around it. Then Dad took duct tape strips and began wrapping our hands around the tennis balls. First he did it to me, then to Tim. Soon our hands were silver wads at the end of our arms, snugly wrapped around the tennis balls.
Next, Dad took a length of rope about a yard long. He tied one end around my right wrist. He had me hold my arms down at my side, bend my elbows so that my lower arms crossed in front of my stomach with each hand at the opposite elbow. He ran the rope around my back and tied it off to my other wrist. He did the same to Tim.
He took a long coil of rope and wrapped it around my upper body midway between my shoulder and elbow, going around my body snugly about five times, then tying off the rope. Tim followed, and everything Dad did to me, he did next to Tim.
Now he took a long rope and tied it around my right wrist, strung it up in front of me to the ropes that circled my body, looped it over the top of those ropes so that it was now behind me, then down and around those ropes and back in front of me. Then the rope went up around the back of my neck, and down on the other side reversing the process.
Dad explained that we could still raise your hands up toward our heads, but not any lower down toward our feet. The wraps around our body held our arms in place. Together with those wraps the first tie kept us from moving our arms from side to side."
Dad tied another long rope to my right wrist, and now took it down, going between my legs and up the back, he looped it up over the ropes that circled my body, and back down between my legs and up in front and tied it to my other wrist. This rope was tied very snugly. Now we couldn't move our arms up or down.
Dad then tied our legs above our knees, below our knees, and at our ankles. He not only took the rope around the outside of our legs, but also between them so as to cinch the circling ropes tighter. At that point Tim said that the tie-up was really neat, but that Dad needed to hurry so that we would be untied before Julie's friends showed up.
But Dad said that the lesson wasn't over. He laid us down on the floor, and took more rope. He fastened my ankles with the end, then pulled up my legs and tied them to the ropes that circled my upper body, pushing my legs in so that when he was done, there was no give in the rope. He explained that it was called a hog-tie. He told us then to try to get free. We squirmed around, and did everything we could, but of course, got nowhere.
Tim asked Dad again to finish up, but Dad said there was one more thing. He took a practice golf ball - the plastic kind that are light weight and full of holes. He had me open my mouth and in went the ball, and then he wrapped my lower face with more duct tape, going around five or six times, sealing in the golf ball.
Dad said that this was a fairly good gag, and that it would keep me from talking. He had me try to say something but I couldn't do more than make moaning sounds. Then he did the same to Tim.
Standing, Dad said that that was the end of the lesson, and that we should enjoy the rest of the evening. With that, he picked up the remaining rope, tape and equipment, and started to walk out of the room. Tim and I protested into our gags, but found there wasn't much we could say. And it dawned on me, far too late, that we were to stay this way for a while - we didn't yet know how long.
Julie and Mom walked into the room after a few minutes followed by Dad. Julie kept saying how wonderful it was that Tim and I were tied up and begging Dad to leave us that way forever. Dad said that we would stay tied up for a while and that for once we wouldn't bother the slumber party. I have to admit, when our sister had a slumber party, my brother and I usually caused problems which led to Julie shouting and crying and my parents getting mad at us.
I looked up at Mom and tried to make noise into my gag, but got nowhere. She looked down and seemed upset, asking my father if it was a good idea to keep us tied up? He assured her that we weren't being hurt and that it might be good for us and would guarantee them a quiet evening.
Julie walked around and looked at us from all sides.
I still remember her shouting, "It's wonderful. Keep them tied up all night. It serves them right."
Mother asked a few more questions and still looked concerned, but finally left the room. Tim and I protested and moaned, but Dad ignored us. A bit later the doorbell rang, and girls began arriving for the party. Margret, Julie's best friend, came running into the den with Julie. Margaret stood and starred and laughed. Then she ran out and brought in her mother. Margaret asked if they could tie up her brother too, but her mother said it probably wasn't a good idea.
Andrew, who had come along, just stood and stared at us, and then finally he and his mother left while Julie and Margaret stood and watched Tim and me squirming and embarrassed on the floor. The other girls arrived - and all came in and looked at us. Eventually they went on to the upstairs bedrooms for the games and slumber party leaving Tim and me alone - bound and gagged on the den floor.
After what seemed like a very long time, Dad untied us and sent us off to bed. We didn't bother anybody that night for fear of what Dad might do. I was afraid that he would tie us back up again and that we'd be that way all night. Now, looking back on it, I can only wonder what it would have been like if he had done exactly that.
Gregg
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Gregg's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Dad's Lesson
Story index at the bottom
By Gregg
Wednesday, July 18th 2001 - 03:26:22 PM
Dad's Lesson
My brother directed me to this page and said I should tell our story. I am now almost forty, and I've had very little experience with bondage. But this one incident happened many years ago.
I have a younger brother, and a younger sister. Tim is two years younger, and Julie is four years younger. Tim and I always got along really well, and were best of friends. Julie was a pain, and both Tim and I fought with her as long as I can remember, but she was clearly dad's favorite, and so she always got the best of us. When we would do something to her, she would tell dad, and he would punish us, no matter what she had done to start the affair. Dad had been twenty years in the military, and friends and neighbors called him "Major," most of the time (although he was never actually a Major). He ran a strict household, and all of had chores and duties.
Tim and I sometimes tied each other up. Nothing special, and we never did do gags. Just hands and maybe feet with a bit of rope. Once I tied Tim's hands, put him in the closet, and went to dad. I told dad that I was holding Tim hostage and wanted an increase in my allowance. Dad said that Tim wasn't worth much, and he was sorry, but no deal. When I got back to the bedroom, Tim had freed himself. And that ended that. We also tied up neighbors and they tied us up as we played the typical "cops and robbers" or "pirates," or our favorite - "cowboys and Indians." But the bondage was never heavy and we always escaped easily. Sometimes dad saw us when we were tied, but he never said anything.
When I was somewhere around fifteen and Tim was thirteen, we were alone at home one Saturday while our parents were off shopping. Julie, then eleven, had been tormenting us, not letting us do out chores and generally making life difficult. In exasperation, Tim said, "Let's tie her up." It sounded like a good idea to me. I found some rope in the basement, and then Tim and I grabbed her. As she shouted and screamed, I tied her arms while Tim tied her ankles. She was making so much noise that I found a roll of scotch tape and put a few pieces over her mouth. Of course, it didn't do much good and came right off. Unfortunately, just as I was putting on the tape, Mom and Dad walked in.
Dad told me to untie Julie, and I did. That seemed to be the end of it. I wondered what Dad might do, but he said nothing. At dinner we discussed the fact that Julie was having a slumber party that night with five of her friends. Tim and I complained about the slumber party which always meant that we were more or less grounded in our bedrooms. Dad warned us not to worry our mother who would be busy helping Julie fix snacks and get ready for her party. He told us that he was tired of us making trouble when Julie had her friends over.
Then Dad said, "Gregg and Tim, I want you to finish up the dishes, and then meet me in the den by the television set where he said he would give us a lesson. We did the dishes wondering what was going on. Then we headed for the den. We found Dad sitting there, waiting for us. On the floor next to his chair were many coils of rope and some other things. Dad said he was going to teach us how to tie somebody up right and he said he would be done before the slumber party. Well, if Dad promised something, it was as good as done, so we waited to see what this lesson was.
"You boys have tied each other up from time to time," Dad started, "and also some of your friends. But you don't do a very good job. Everyone always gets away quickly. So I've decided to teach you how to do it right. You might just as well do a good job as a bad one. Okay?"
Tim and I agreed. With that, Dad took four tennis balls, and gave each of us two, told us to put one in each hand and wrap our fingers around it. Then Dad took duct tape strips and began wrapping our hands around the tennis balls. First he did it to me, then to Tim. Soon our hands were silver wads at the end of our arms, snugly wrapped around the tennis balls.
Next, Dad took a length of rope about a yard long. He tied one end around my right wrist. He had me hold my arms down at my side, bend my elbows so that my lower arms crossed in front of my stomach with each hand at the opposite elbow. He ran the rope around my back and tied it off to my other wrist. He did the same to Tim.
He took a long coil of rope and wrapped it around my upper body midway between my shoulder and elbow, going around my body snugly about five times, then tying off the rope. Tim followed, and everything Dad did to me, he did next to Tim.
Now he took a long rope and tied it around my right wrist, strung it up in front of me to the ropes that circled my body, looped it over the top of those ropes so that it was now behind me, then down and around those ropes and back in front of me. Then the rope went up around the back of my neck, and down on the other side reversing the process.
Dad explained that we could still raise your hands up toward our heads, but not any lower down toward our feet. The wraps around our body held our arms in place. Together with those wraps the first tie kept us from moving our arms from side to side."
Dad tied another long rope to my right wrist, and now took it down, going between my legs and up the back, he looped it up over the ropes that circled my body, and back down between my legs and up in front and tied it to my other wrist. This rope was tied very snugly. Now we couldn't move our arms up or down.
Dad then tied our legs above our knees, below our knees, and at our ankles. He not only took the rope around the outside of our legs, but also between them so as to cinch the circling ropes tighter. At that point Tim said that the tie-up was really neat, but that Dad needed to hurry so that we would be untied before Julie's friends showed up.
But Dad said that the lesson wasn't over. He laid us down on the floor, and took more rope. He fastened my ankles with the end, then pulled up my legs and tied them to the ropes that circled my upper body, pushing my legs in so that when he was done, there was no give in the rope. He explained that it was called a hog-tie. He told us then to try to get free. We squirmed around, and did everything we could, but of course, got nowhere.
Tim asked Dad again to finish up, but Dad said there was one more thing. He took a practice golf ball - the plastic kind that are light weight and full of holes. He had me open my mouth and in went the ball, and then he wrapped my lower face with more duct tape, going around five or six times, sealing in the golf ball.
Dad said that this was a fairly good gag, and that it would keep me from talking. He had me try to say something but I couldn't do more than make moaning sounds. Then he did the same to Tim.
Standing, Dad said that that was the end of the lesson, and that we should enjoy the rest of the evening. With that, he picked up the remaining rope, tape and equipment, and started to walk out of the room. Tim and I protested into our gags, but found there wasn't much we could say. And it dawned on me, far too late, that we were to stay this way for a while - we didn't yet know how long.
Julie and Mom walked into the room after a few minutes followed by Dad. Julie kept saying how wonderful it was that Tim and I were tied up and begging Dad to leave us that way forever. Dad said that we would stay tied up for a while and that for once we wouldn't bother the slumber party. I have to admit, when our sister had a slumber party, my brother and I usually caused problems which led to Julie shouting and crying and my parents getting mad at us.
I looked up at Mom and tried to make noise into my gag, but got nowhere. She looked down and seemed upset, asking my father if it was a good idea to keep us tied up? He assured her that we weren't being hurt and that it might be good for us and would guarantee them a quiet evening.
Julie walked around and looked at us from all sides.
I still remember her shouting, "It's wonderful. Keep them tied up all night. It serves them right."
Mother asked a few more questions and still looked concerned, but finally left the room. Tim and I protested and moaned, but Dad ignored us. A bit later the doorbell rang, and girls began arriving for the party. Margret, Julie's best friend, came running into the den with Julie. Margaret stood and starred and laughed. Then she ran out and brought in her mother. Margaret asked if they could tie up her brother too, but her mother said it probably wasn't a good idea.
Andrew, who had come along, just stood and stared at us, and then finally he and his mother left while Julie and Margaret stood and watched Tim and me squirming and embarrassed on the floor. The other girls arrived - and all came in and looked at us. Eventually they went on to the upstairs bedrooms for the games and slumber party leaving Tim and me alone - bound and gagged on the den floor.
After what seemed like a very long time, Dad untied us and sent us off to bed. We didn't bother anybody that night for fear of what Dad might do. I was afraid that he would tie us back up again and that we'd be that way all night. Now, looking back on it, I can only wonder what it would have been like if he had done exactly that.
Gregg
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Gregg's stories
- 01 - Dad's Lesson (mm/f, M/mm)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section