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36 - A Father's Day Adventure - Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience
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By Tom Ford
Monday, August 19th 2002 - 03:01:38 AM
Summer - 1966
A Father's Day Adventure
Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience
Previously, in a fishing trip with Dad and my Uncle, we held a tie up competition on who was better at knots. It was officiated by Dad and my Uncle, who conducted the competition in order to settle our argument among ourselves. In the subsequent competition, Andrew won, while I lost, even though we were equal in skill in knots.
"How about you Dad, are you as good on knots as we are?" my brother asked.
"Son, I was the best at knots when I was your age. In fact, I'm still the best now!" Dad boasted.
"Look who's talking? Tom, your Dad was among the best, but I was the best in town!" my Uncle countered. That might have started an argument among those two, for both are very argumentative, if my cousin Donald had not stepped in.
"Dad, Uncle James, could you tie us up?" Donald suddenly proposed. It was a bold move totally unexpected from the usually modest Donald. Dad and Uncle Richard were also stunned. They hadn't been expecting this, not from Donald at least.
"Why?" my Uncle asked his son.
"Well Dad, since you are so good at knots, I want to know how good they are!" my cousin politely replied.
"Okay! But Thomas and Andrew should also be part!" Dad remarked. "Tom, Andrew, Do you agree?"
Andrew and I looked at each other, then without uttering a word to each other, we somehow agreed. We turned to the adults, and nodded.
"You're in for it now!" My Uncle exclaimed. "Okay, what are your rules?"
"What do you mean our rules, Uncle?" I asked. "You should make the rules!"
"Tom, if you want us to tie you up, you make the rules, and we'll follow it. You see, in playing tie ups, the one being tied up should make the rules!" my Uncle exclaimed.
We whined - it didn't make sense on us kids that the one who is tying doesn't makes the rules. It runs against our common sense. But looking back, I have seen the wisdom of such policy. I always applied it to my kids today when they want me to tie them up. The one who is tied up should control the game, because he is the one who's safety is put into your hands.
We briefly discussed among ourselves then told the adults our rules. Basically, our rules are, they can tie us up in any way they like, just as long as nobody is hurt. If we didn't escape, we have to be tied for a minimum of 30 minutes. We gave our rules, and they accepted. Besides, we trusted our Dads, for they wouldn't do a thing to hurt us.
"One more thing. You have to promise to pay attention to fishing after this!" Dad demanded. We agreed.
"James, I'll take care of Donald, while you take care of Andrew and Tom. Is that okay with you?" my Uncle said.
"It's OK, Richard!" Dad replied.
So each Dad took care of his son. Dad took Andrew and told him to place his hands behind his back. Dad took from his pocket his large handkerchief, folded it, then used it to tie my brother's wrists. It soon was snug and secure, and I saw that Dad is as good at knots as he claimed to be. After all, he thought Andrew how to tie knots at the first place. He then tied rope around his waist, cinched it after wrapping it around several times, then knotted it off, then tied the loose ends to his wrists. He then made Andrew sit on the floor near the wooden post, where he crossed his ankles, then tied it up. He then tied his knees. Dad then tied his upper body with rope, further pinning his arms to his sides. Dad then took a rope, tied one end of it to his son's ankles, and tied the other end to the post, leashing him. He then gagged Andrew with another wadded handkerchief, then held it by cleave-gagging my brother with another large handkerchief. He finished by tying a scarf around his mouth, further securing his gag. My brother just sat on the floor, waiting for the others to finish so he could begin his escape attempt, although by the look of things, he hasn't got a prayer of getting out.
"Wait for me, Tom. I'll be back. And don't even think of helping your brother!" Dad told me. "Watch them, Richard!"
"Okay James, Okay." My Uncle responded.
So Dad left. I spent the time taunting the helpless Andrew. In the meantime, my Uncle got busy with my cousin. He tied his hands behind his back, after which he secured it to his waist. After that, he wrapped more rope around his upper body, further pinning his arms to his sides. He then made his son lie on the wooden floor on his stomach. What he did was almost expected. He crossed his son's ankles, then tied it. He then proceeded with his knees. Of course, he is very, very careful in his knots. He finally hog-tied his son. After that, he asked his son if he was all right before gagging him.
"Are you all right, son?" my Uncle asked my cousin.
"Sure Dad!"
"Does the ropes hurt, or is it too tight?"
"Don't worry Dad, I'm fine!"
"Well, since you're fine, open your mouth wide open."
Donald opened his mouth, and accepted the gag. It was a clean white handkerchief wadded up. He then duct taped his son. He then asked again if he's all right. Donald nodded.
My dad soon returned with a small chair with no armrests in his hands. He placed it near Donald and Andrew and told me to sit there.
"But Dad, why get another chair from outside, when there is three or four chairs here in the hold?" I asked.
"You'll see. Now sit!" Dad ordered. I sat on the chair and he pulled my arms behind the chair's backrest. My wrists were able to touch behind the chair. So that was it. The other chairs already in the hold is too wide for me to put my arms around, so he went and took another chair that was small enough to accommodate me. Dad then took a four feet long rope and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, finishing by cinching it and knotting it off. He then tied more rope around my upper body and the backrest, pinning it to the chair. He proceeded to tie my crossed ankles and knees. Finally, he shoved a clean handkerchief in my mouth, and duct taped it to hold it in my mouth.
"Now, let's see how good you boys really are!" Dad said after finishing with me.
We took that as our cue to begin. Well, all I could say is that Dad is indeed as good at knots as he always claims to be. The ropes were snug and secure, but it didn't hurt at all. I struggled of course, if just for show and to prove that I won't give up that easily. Well, as expected, I got nowhere. The ropes were too well tied for me to have any progress, so after about ten minutes, I gave up. I just sat there, for the remaining third hour (meaning twenty minutes), saving my energy. Andrew, who made a show hopping around the post, but was made a laughing stock when the rope coiled around the post instead and that further restricted his movements. Even I have to laugh. Donald, for his part, fell to his side, and after being helped by his father on his stomach, just gave up. So our Dads defeated us.
Our dads were laughing at us the whole time, especially at the "winner" of our previous competition, Andrew, who made a fool of himself. They also taunted us.
"Ha, at least our boys won't get into any trouble now!" Dad remarked. Well, they laughed and laughed, until they got tired.
"Want to hear one of our experiences when we were kids?" Uncle Richard suddenly asked.
Of course we wanted to hear the story. So we nodded. Dad and my Uncle then positioned two of the chairs in the hold in front of us. They sat on the chairs, and began to tell the story.
"It was a summer nineteen years ago, when I was 11 and Richard was 9." Dad narrated. "Well, it was just another hot summer day, when we decided go to our private clubhouse. Well our clubhouse was just a small wooden shed, kinda like the sheds here in your great-grandfather's farm, except it has no water tap, only a table with several stools in it. And it has a wooden floor. It wasn't much, but we spent much of our time there, playing cards, holding meetings, studying, telling stories and that sort of stuff. There are no rules around that clubhouse, except one. NO GIRLS ALLOWED."
"Now, one of our friends during that time is Calvin Holmes, although we all call him Cal." Uncle Richard continued. "Cal looks just like you Tom, has sandy hair, and green eyes and is 10 years old. Now, it was on one summer afternoon in 1947 that one of our first tie-up experiences occurred. James, Cal and I were as usual, headed to our clubhouse. When all of a sudden, two girls, you Mom, who we shall call Mary, and her friend, Rachel appeared at our rear and started to follow us. Now, back then, at our age, boys and girls are mortal enemies."
" "And where do you think you're going following us!" James complained."
" "Oh, we just wanted to know where you're going." Rachel replied."
" "It's none of your business! So just go away!" Cal shouted!"
"The girls just turned around and disappeared as quickly as they appeared." Dad continued. "We of course went to the clubhouse, and after unlocking the padlock, we entered, and we spent a couple of minutes playing cards. Well, we barely started when there was a knock. I quickly opened the door, thinking it was one of the boys. Well, I was mistaken. It was Mary and Rachel."
" "Hi James!" Rachel greeted."
" "What are you doing here?" I asked."
" "Oh, we just want to know what's in your little club" Mary replied in her cutest way. "Could we come in?" "
" "No!" I immediately shot back."
" "Why?" Rachel asked."
" "Because there are NO GIRLS ALLOWED!" I shouted, then slammed the door at their faces. We all laughed at the girls. I guess they just left because they stopped bothering us after that."
"We left after a couple of minutes…†my Uncle continued. "We of course padlocked our clubhouse. We were only gone a couple of minutes when Cal forgot something in the clubhouse and we went back to get it. When we got back, we were surprised to see the clubhouse door unlocked. We entered, and we caught Mary and Rachel red handed snooping at the clubhouse. We were very angry, for they broke in."
" "What are you doing snooping here?!" I demanded."
" "Ah, we're just leaving, so"" Mary replied, but before she could finish""
" "You're not going anywhere! You need to be taught a lesson about snooping at other's property!" Cal said with a sinister tone."
" "Sorry guys!" Rachel said, then both girls ran to the door. We were too quick for them, however, and I was able to catch Rachel, while Mary was caught by Cal."
" "Let me go!", both of them shouted."
" "Not until you promise not to snoop again and admit you're wrong!" we shot back. "
" "No way!" the girls defiantly replied. Well, the girls struggled, but although with great difficulty, we were able to hold them. But it was very difficult."
" "Get the ropes!" I shouted to James. James then got the cue and took the ropes on one of chest at the corner of the clubhouse. "Let's tie them up!" I shouted."
"When they heard that, they intensified their struggles and tried to loosen our grip." Dad continued. "Well, we soon were able to tie Rachel's hands behind her and tie her ankles then made her sit on the floor. I then went to Cal and tied Mary's hands behind her and her ankles and we made them sit on the floor side by side."
" "Untie us!" Mary demanded."
" "And if we don't!" Cal replied."
" "Then I'll scream!" Rachel threatened, then she began to do just that. But before it had any effect, I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth, and her screams were stifled. Richard did the same to Mary. Cal then rummaged through the chest, and produced two handkerchiefs, which we stuffed in the girls' mouth. We then took another piece of cloth and cleaved gagged them with it to hold the handkerchiefs in their mouth."
"They just mmmpphhhh. "That'll teach you both a lesson not to snoop in this clubhouse ever!" Cal said."
" "And since you want so much to be in our clubhouse, then we'll let you stay. Although you'll be pretty tied up!" Richard remarked, then we all laughed. We then left the two inside to think about what they did."
"We waited until about a half-hour until we decided to go back and untie them." my Uncle continued. "James declined, saying "You go ahead, I have to do something else. So Cal and I decided to go on to the girls. Well, before we reached the clubhouse, we passed our house, and Mom suddenly called. So Cal went on alone to the clubhouse. I just told him to wait for me before he unties the girls."
"It turns out that Mom just asked some questions on some matters I forgot. Well, after satisfying Mom by my answers, I went back to the clubhouse. What I saw completely surprised me. Mary and Rachel were loose, and Cal was tied up, hands behind back, ankles crossed, gagged with a piece of cloth and lying on the floor. Before I could react, both girls turned on me, and since it was two against one, I had no chance. Soon, I was bound hand and foot and gagged exactly like Cal. My mouth was stuffed and covered by a cleave gag."
" "That'll teach boys on tying up poor defenseless girls like us!" Mary exclaimed, then laughed after I was tied up."
" "Yea. Next time we ask something, just do it!" Rachel added, then laughed. "This should teach you boys on bullying us girls!" She then started to tickle me, and I discovered then and there I was ticklish, because soon, I was laughing and laughing. Cal too laughed his head off. They tickled us until we were in tears, and we ended begging them to stop tickling us."
" "They stopped, and then left. Before leaving, Rachel remarked, "By the way, you boys stink at tying knots! It was easy to get out!" That completed our humiliation. We were not able to tie up the girls effectively, then they were able to enter our clubhouse, I tried to get free as soon as they left, but unlike us, the girls tied a mean knot. They were able to tie us effectively, and that is most embarrassing to a boy."
"So I was forced just to wait for somebody to untie me. I was too inexperienced to look for knots or to undo Cal's knots or for Cal to look for my knots. Twenty minutes later, James arrived and untied us all, laughing at us for letting the girls make a fool of us. Still there was a question on how they were able to break in, considering that the padlock was merely unlocked, not destroyed or anything."
"So that's all. We plotted our revenge and got the girls good the next time, but that story is for another time!" Dad finished.
The story was told in a little over an hour, to a captive audience, literally and figuratively. We were so attentive on the story that we forgot the thirty-minute rule that was supposed to have us free after thirty minutes. Anyway, our Dads soon untied us after telling us the story, and we soon were bugging them to tell us what happened next, kinda like the people in this forum bug people who have unfinished stories. Our dads just kept saying, "Another time, son".
We ended up fishing for the rest of the day, and our Dads talked nothing but fishing, to our disappointment. We found fishing enjoyable, however, after we caught a couple of fish ourselves. Soon, I found a new hobby that I continue to do to this day - fishing. We returned home about seven, and we met on our way home our grandfather and great-grandfather coming home from town. We entered the house all at the same time, and a surprise father's day party organized by our Moms greeted us. Our Moms cooked and we all ate the fish we caught. Immediately after the party, I immediately jotted down what happened during the day in my diary, down to the most minute of details, as I always do ever since I've got my diary.
It was a pleasant day. It was the first time I was tied up by my Dad, and the first time our parents told us their adventures when they were young.
But it was not the last time Dad and my uncle became involved, and it certainly is not the last time the adults told us their experiences. Needless to say, it was one of the most memorable experiences I had as a child. When writing this story, I only needed few references from my diary to be able to write this down. I grew closer to my father, and I learned a new hobby - fishing. The next tie up game occurred the next day, on a Monday, this time without any adults involved.
What happened? Read the next part and find out!
Tom Ford
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36 - A Father's Day Adventure - Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience
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By Tom Ford
Monday, August 19th 2002 - 03:01:38 AM
Summer - 1966
A Father's Day Adventure
Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience
Previously, in a fishing trip with Dad and my Uncle, we held a tie up competition on who was better at knots. It was officiated by Dad and my Uncle, who conducted the competition in order to settle our argument among ourselves. In the subsequent competition, Andrew won, while I lost, even though we were equal in skill in knots.
"How about you Dad, are you as good on knots as we are?" my brother asked.
"Son, I was the best at knots when I was your age. In fact, I'm still the best now!" Dad boasted.
"Look who's talking? Tom, your Dad was among the best, but I was the best in town!" my Uncle countered. That might have started an argument among those two, for both are very argumentative, if my cousin Donald had not stepped in.
"Dad, Uncle James, could you tie us up?" Donald suddenly proposed. It was a bold move totally unexpected from the usually modest Donald. Dad and Uncle Richard were also stunned. They hadn't been expecting this, not from Donald at least.
"Why?" my Uncle asked his son.
"Well Dad, since you are so good at knots, I want to know how good they are!" my cousin politely replied.
"Okay! But Thomas and Andrew should also be part!" Dad remarked. "Tom, Andrew, Do you agree?"
Andrew and I looked at each other, then without uttering a word to each other, we somehow agreed. We turned to the adults, and nodded.
"You're in for it now!" My Uncle exclaimed. "Okay, what are your rules?"
"What do you mean our rules, Uncle?" I asked. "You should make the rules!"
"Tom, if you want us to tie you up, you make the rules, and we'll follow it. You see, in playing tie ups, the one being tied up should make the rules!" my Uncle exclaimed.
We whined - it didn't make sense on us kids that the one who is tying doesn't makes the rules. It runs against our common sense. But looking back, I have seen the wisdom of such policy. I always applied it to my kids today when they want me to tie them up. The one who is tied up should control the game, because he is the one who's safety is put into your hands.
We briefly discussed among ourselves then told the adults our rules. Basically, our rules are, they can tie us up in any way they like, just as long as nobody is hurt. If we didn't escape, we have to be tied for a minimum of 30 minutes. We gave our rules, and they accepted. Besides, we trusted our Dads, for they wouldn't do a thing to hurt us.
"One more thing. You have to promise to pay attention to fishing after this!" Dad demanded. We agreed.
"James, I'll take care of Donald, while you take care of Andrew and Tom. Is that okay with you?" my Uncle said.
"It's OK, Richard!" Dad replied.
So each Dad took care of his son. Dad took Andrew and told him to place his hands behind his back. Dad took from his pocket his large handkerchief, folded it, then used it to tie my brother's wrists. It soon was snug and secure, and I saw that Dad is as good at knots as he claimed to be. After all, he thought Andrew how to tie knots at the first place. He then tied rope around his waist, cinched it after wrapping it around several times, then knotted it off, then tied the loose ends to his wrists. He then made Andrew sit on the floor near the wooden post, where he crossed his ankles, then tied it up. He then tied his knees. Dad then tied his upper body with rope, further pinning his arms to his sides. Dad then took a rope, tied one end of it to his son's ankles, and tied the other end to the post, leashing him. He then gagged Andrew with another wadded handkerchief, then held it by cleave-gagging my brother with another large handkerchief. He finished by tying a scarf around his mouth, further securing his gag. My brother just sat on the floor, waiting for the others to finish so he could begin his escape attempt, although by the look of things, he hasn't got a prayer of getting out.
"Wait for me, Tom. I'll be back. And don't even think of helping your brother!" Dad told me. "Watch them, Richard!"
"Okay James, Okay." My Uncle responded.
So Dad left. I spent the time taunting the helpless Andrew. In the meantime, my Uncle got busy with my cousin. He tied his hands behind his back, after which he secured it to his waist. After that, he wrapped more rope around his upper body, further pinning his arms to his sides. He then made his son lie on the wooden floor on his stomach. What he did was almost expected. He crossed his son's ankles, then tied it. He then proceeded with his knees. Of course, he is very, very careful in his knots. He finally hog-tied his son. After that, he asked his son if he was all right before gagging him.
"Are you all right, son?" my Uncle asked my cousin.
"Sure Dad!"
"Does the ropes hurt, or is it too tight?"
"Don't worry Dad, I'm fine!"
"Well, since you're fine, open your mouth wide open."
Donald opened his mouth, and accepted the gag. It was a clean white handkerchief wadded up. He then duct taped his son. He then asked again if he's all right. Donald nodded.
My dad soon returned with a small chair with no armrests in his hands. He placed it near Donald and Andrew and told me to sit there.
"But Dad, why get another chair from outside, when there is three or four chairs here in the hold?" I asked.
"You'll see. Now sit!" Dad ordered. I sat on the chair and he pulled my arms behind the chair's backrest. My wrists were able to touch behind the chair. So that was it. The other chairs already in the hold is too wide for me to put my arms around, so he went and took another chair that was small enough to accommodate me. Dad then took a four feet long rope and expertly wrapped it around my wrists, finishing by cinching it and knotting it off. He then tied more rope around my upper body and the backrest, pinning it to the chair. He proceeded to tie my crossed ankles and knees. Finally, he shoved a clean handkerchief in my mouth, and duct taped it to hold it in my mouth.
"Now, let's see how good you boys really are!" Dad said after finishing with me.
We took that as our cue to begin. Well, all I could say is that Dad is indeed as good at knots as he always claims to be. The ropes were snug and secure, but it didn't hurt at all. I struggled of course, if just for show and to prove that I won't give up that easily. Well, as expected, I got nowhere. The ropes were too well tied for me to have any progress, so after about ten minutes, I gave up. I just sat there, for the remaining third hour (meaning twenty minutes), saving my energy. Andrew, who made a show hopping around the post, but was made a laughing stock when the rope coiled around the post instead and that further restricted his movements. Even I have to laugh. Donald, for his part, fell to his side, and after being helped by his father on his stomach, just gave up. So our Dads defeated us.
Our dads were laughing at us the whole time, especially at the "winner" of our previous competition, Andrew, who made a fool of himself. They also taunted us.
"Ha, at least our boys won't get into any trouble now!" Dad remarked. Well, they laughed and laughed, until they got tired.
"Want to hear one of our experiences when we were kids?" Uncle Richard suddenly asked.
Of course we wanted to hear the story. So we nodded. Dad and my Uncle then positioned two of the chairs in the hold in front of us. They sat on the chairs, and began to tell the story.
"It was a summer nineteen years ago, when I was 11 and Richard was 9." Dad narrated. "Well, it was just another hot summer day, when we decided go to our private clubhouse. Well our clubhouse was just a small wooden shed, kinda like the sheds here in your great-grandfather's farm, except it has no water tap, only a table with several stools in it. And it has a wooden floor. It wasn't much, but we spent much of our time there, playing cards, holding meetings, studying, telling stories and that sort of stuff. There are no rules around that clubhouse, except one. NO GIRLS ALLOWED."
"Now, one of our friends during that time is Calvin Holmes, although we all call him Cal." Uncle Richard continued. "Cal looks just like you Tom, has sandy hair, and green eyes and is 10 years old. Now, it was on one summer afternoon in 1947 that one of our first tie-up experiences occurred. James, Cal and I were as usual, headed to our clubhouse. When all of a sudden, two girls, you Mom, who we shall call Mary, and her friend, Rachel appeared at our rear and started to follow us. Now, back then, at our age, boys and girls are mortal enemies."
" "And where do you think you're going following us!" James complained."
" "Oh, we just wanted to know where you're going." Rachel replied."
" "It's none of your business! So just go away!" Cal shouted!"
"The girls just turned around and disappeared as quickly as they appeared." Dad continued. "We of course went to the clubhouse, and after unlocking the padlock, we entered, and we spent a couple of minutes playing cards. Well, we barely started when there was a knock. I quickly opened the door, thinking it was one of the boys. Well, I was mistaken. It was Mary and Rachel."
" "Hi James!" Rachel greeted."
" "What are you doing here?" I asked."
" "Oh, we just want to know what's in your little club" Mary replied in her cutest way. "Could we come in?" "
" "No!" I immediately shot back."
" "Why?" Rachel asked."
" "Because there are NO GIRLS ALLOWED!" I shouted, then slammed the door at their faces. We all laughed at the girls. I guess they just left because they stopped bothering us after that."
"We left after a couple of minutes…†my Uncle continued. "We of course padlocked our clubhouse. We were only gone a couple of minutes when Cal forgot something in the clubhouse and we went back to get it. When we got back, we were surprised to see the clubhouse door unlocked. We entered, and we caught Mary and Rachel red handed snooping at the clubhouse. We were very angry, for they broke in."
" "What are you doing snooping here?!" I demanded."
" "Ah, we're just leaving, so"" Mary replied, but before she could finish""
" "You're not going anywhere! You need to be taught a lesson about snooping at other's property!" Cal said with a sinister tone."
" "Sorry guys!" Rachel said, then both girls ran to the door. We were too quick for them, however, and I was able to catch Rachel, while Mary was caught by Cal."
" "Let me go!", both of them shouted."
" "Not until you promise not to snoop again and admit you're wrong!" we shot back. "
" "No way!" the girls defiantly replied. Well, the girls struggled, but although with great difficulty, we were able to hold them. But it was very difficult."
" "Get the ropes!" I shouted to James. James then got the cue and took the ropes on one of chest at the corner of the clubhouse. "Let's tie them up!" I shouted."
"When they heard that, they intensified their struggles and tried to loosen our grip." Dad continued. "Well, we soon were able to tie Rachel's hands behind her and tie her ankles then made her sit on the floor. I then went to Cal and tied Mary's hands behind her and her ankles and we made them sit on the floor side by side."
" "Untie us!" Mary demanded."
" "And if we don't!" Cal replied."
" "Then I'll scream!" Rachel threatened, then she began to do just that. But before it had any effect, I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth, and her screams were stifled. Richard did the same to Mary. Cal then rummaged through the chest, and produced two handkerchiefs, which we stuffed in the girls' mouth. We then took another piece of cloth and cleaved gagged them with it to hold the handkerchiefs in their mouth."
"They just mmmpphhhh. "That'll teach you both a lesson not to snoop in this clubhouse ever!" Cal said."
" "And since you want so much to be in our clubhouse, then we'll let you stay. Although you'll be pretty tied up!" Richard remarked, then we all laughed. We then left the two inside to think about what they did."
"We waited until about a half-hour until we decided to go back and untie them." my Uncle continued. "James declined, saying "You go ahead, I have to do something else. So Cal and I decided to go on to the girls. Well, before we reached the clubhouse, we passed our house, and Mom suddenly called. So Cal went on alone to the clubhouse. I just told him to wait for me before he unties the girls."
"It turns out that Mom just asked some questions on some matters I forgot. Well, after satisfying Mom by my answers, I went back to the clubhouse. What I saw completely surprised me. Mary and Rachel were loose, and Cal was tied up, hands behind back, ankles crossed, gagged with a piece of cloth and lying on the floor. Before I could react, both girls turned on me, and since it was two against one, I had no chance. Soon, I was bound hand and foot and gagged exactly like Cal. My mouth was stuffed and covered by a cleave gag."
" "That'll teach boys on tying up poor defenseless girls like us!" Mary exclaimed, then laughed after I was tied up."
" "Yea. Next time we ask something, just do it!" Rachel added, then laughed. "This should teach you boys on bullying us girls!" She then started to tickle me, and I discovered then and there I was ticklish, because soon, I was laughing and laughing. Cal too laughed his head off. They tickled us until we were in tears, and we ended begging them to stop tickling us."
" "They stopped, and then left. Before leaving, Rachel remarked, "By the way, you boys stink at tying knots! It was easy to get out!" That completed our humiliation. We were not able to tie up the girls effectively, then they were able to enter our clubhouse, I tried to get free as soon as they left, but unlike us, the girls tied a mean knot. They were able to tie us effectively, and that is most embarrassing to a boy."
"So I was forced just to wait for somebody to untie me. I was too inexperienced to look for knots or to undo Cal's knots or for Cal to look for my knots. Twenty minutes later, James arrived and untied us all, laughing at us for letting the girls make a fool of us. Still there was a question on how they were able to break in, considering that the padlock was merely unlocked, not destroyed or anything."
"So that's all. We plotted our revenge and got the girls good the next time, but that story is for another time!" Dad finished.
The story was told in a little over an hour, to a captive audience, literally and figuratively. We were so attentive on the story that we forgot the thirty-minute rule that was supposed to have us free after thirty minutes. Anyway, our Dads soon untied us after telling us the story, and we soon were bugging them to tell us what happened next, kinda like the people in this forum bug people who have unfinished stories. Our dads just kept saying, "Another time, son".
We ended up fishing for the rest of the day, and our Dads talked nothing but fishing, to our disappointment. We found fishing enjoyable, however, after we caught a couple of fish ourselves. Soon, I found a new hobby that I continue to do to this day - fishing. We returned home about seven, and we met on our way home our grandfather and great-grandfather coming home from town. We entered the house all at the same time, and a surprise father's day party organized by our Moms greeted us. Our Moms cooked and we all ate the fish we caught. Immediately after the party, I immediately jotted down what happened during the day in my diary, down to the most minute of details, as I always do ever since I've got my diary.
It was a pleasant day. It was the first time I was tied up by my Dad, and the first time our parents told us their adventures when they were young.
But it was not the last time Dad and my uncle became involved, and it certainly is not the last time the adults told us their experiences. Needless to say, it was one of the most memorable experiences I had as a child. When writing this story, I only needed few references from my diary to be able to write this down. I grew closer to my father, and I learned a new hobby - fishing. The next tie up game occurred the next day, on a Monday, this time without any adults involved.
What happened? Read the next part and find out!
Tom Ford
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Tom Ford's stories
- 01 - First Games (mm/m)
- 02 - Revenge (mmm/mm, mm/mmm)
- 03 - Surprises (m/mm, mmm/mm)
- 04 - Afternoon Attack (mm/mmm)
- 05 - Sunday Morning Offensive (mm/m, m/mmm)
- 06 - Victory! (mm/mmm, mmm/mm)
- 07 - Chester and Jay (mm/mm, m+/mm)
- 08 - Cops & Robbers (mm/mm, m/m+)
- 09 - The Unexpected Game (mm/F, F/mm)
- 10 - Another Victory! (m+/mmm, mmm/m+)
- 11 - The Perfect Plan (mm/mmm, m+/mmm)
- 12 - The Counterattack (m+/mmm)
- 13 - Angela (f/m)
- 14 - The Next Round of Tom vs. Angela (m/f)
- 15 - Curiosity Kills the Cat! (ff/mm, mm/ff)
- 16 - Déjà Vu (m+/mmm)
- 17 - The Next Morning! (m+/mmm, mmm/m+)
- 18 - Tom & Company's Attack (mmm/mmm)
- 19 - Angela's Revenge-and Request?! (ff/m)
- 20 - Negotiations (mmm/m+)
- 21 - The Initiation (m+/f)
- 22 - Angela's First Game (m+/fmmm)
- 23 - Last Game of Spring (m+/fmm)
- 24 - The First Game of Summer (mm+/fmmm)
- 25 - Vacation in Vermont (mm/fmm+)
- 26 - Robert and Jerry (mm+/fmm+)
- 27 - The Treasure Hunt (m+/m+)
- 28 - Revenge - Sweet Revenge (mf+/mf+)
- 29 - Angela's Fury (ffm/m+)
- 30 - The Hunter and the Hunted (m+/m+)
- 31 - The Night Attack (mf+/m+)
- 32 - The Second Cops & Robbers Game (m+/fm+)
- 33 - Capture the Flag (m+/m+)
- 34 - A Couple of Answers to Questions Asked
- 35 - A Father's Day Adventure (m/m+)
- 36 - A Father's Day Adventure - Part II - Dad's Boyhood Experience (MM/m+, mm/ff, ff/mm)
- 37 - Cowboys and Indians (m+/f, fff/m+)
- 38 - Flag Wars (m+/m+)
- 39 - By the Dawn's Early Light (mm/fm+ )
- 40 - Turnabout is Fair Play! (mm+/fm+)
- 41 - Tying-Up Mom and Aunt Rachel - and the Aftermath (fm+/FF, FF/fm+)
- 42 - The Island Adventure (mm/f, mm+/fm+)
- 43 - The Long Afternoon (f/mm)
- 44 - Defeat - Again? (mm/fm+)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section