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By the second commercial, Gary was annoyed. He looked down at Ellen, still kneeling beside his recliner. She was fiddling with the gag again.
"Do you have to keep fidgeting like that?" "Iff ooh hite!" she moaned. "The gag is not too tight. It's as tight as it needs to be. You're just not used to it." "Ohhh..." she whined, as she continued to tug at the straps. He sighed heavily. "Apparently you need a little help to keep yourself still. Fortunately, I planned for just this situation. Go down the basement to my workbench and get the three coils of the rope you'll find there." She looked up, a worried expression on her face. "Wofe?" "Yes, rope. You heard me." "Wha harooo owing haffoo?" "Never mind what I'm going to do. You'll find out soon enough. Now for once, be a good girl, and just do what you're told without an argument." If lips held wide by a ball-gag could pout, Ellen's were pouting. Reluctantly, she rose and trudged down the basement. Gary could hear her stomping and tossing things around. Momentarily, she returned. She stood at the entrance to the room with the coils of clothesline clutched to her chest. Looking at him with wide, sad eyes, she pleaded, "Hoo own haffa hoosiss." "Yes I do have to do this." "I hee hood. I fomiss!" "Sure, you promise you'll be good NOW, but I know better. You'll be fidgeting and wiggling again in no time." He stood and approached her. "Now hand me the rope and turn around. There's a good girl. Hands behind you, Ellen. Come on. Palms together. That's the way." Ellen reached behind her in what seemed like slow motion. She groaned when Gary snatched her hands and forced them together, immediately wrapping the rope around her wrists. He looped it around and around and around until several inches of her lower arms were covered with the white cotton cord. The last several inches of the rope he threaded between her wrists, cinched the binding, and tied it with the snug knot out of reach of prying fingers. He let her flex her fingers for a few seconds and listened to her continuous muffled gripes about how tight it was. "It's not too tight," he said. "I'm looking right at it, and the rope hardly even makes a depression in your skin. That's just the beginning anyway, Ellen. You ready for more?" "Huh? Uh UHH!" "Oh yes." As she continued protesting, he took another length of rope and began wrapping it around her elbows. He pulled to tighten the loop, drawing her arms together behind her back. She gasped and grunted at the sudden strain on her shoulders. "Ow!" she cried. "Ih hurfs!" "I know it hurts. It's supposed to hurt, so you'll learn your lesson." He cinched the elbow rope and knotted the ends, then turned her around to face him. With her arms bound so tightly, her shoulders were forced back, and her chest thrust outward. It looked from the front as if she didn't have arms at all. Gary licked his lips. "Yeah, now that's what I'm talkin' about," he said as he traced his hand along the taut fabric of her blouse. Ellen made tiny whimpers of pleasure at his touch. "You like that, don't you?" She nodded vigorously. "You know, with your arms tied like that, I can play with these all day." He squeezed his fingers into her petite handfuls. "Mmm," she sighed. "Any way I want." He found her hardened nipples through her blouse and bra and gave them both a pinch. "Oh! Mm hm," she murmured, nodding again. "And you can't do a thing about it." "Oooh..." moaned Ellen. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her breathing became quick and shallow.
Silence Is Golden, Chapter 2
Suddenly Gary released her. He let his hands hover a fraction of an inch away from her panting chest.
Ellen's eyes flew open. She whined loudly and tried to lean into his touch, but he backed away and gripped her by the shoulders. Looking her straight in the eye, he said, "Listen, Ellen. I like having you bound like this, and I think you're beginning to like it too, right?"
She nodded, excitedly.
"And I like touching you while you're helpless," he continued, "and playing with you. And I WILL finish what I started, but first things first. For one thing, the baseball game isn't over yet, and I want to watch the rest of it. But I also want to establish some rules right here and now, that you're to follow. Okay?"
Ellen seemed to wither in his grasp, but nodded.
"Good. Rule number one: you speak only when spoken to. Understand?"
Ellen shrugged her shoulders, began to nod, then looked up to object. "Hut-"
"No 'buts'!" shouted Gary. His angry frown quickly gave way to a warm smile. He caressed her cheek. "God, you look so pretty like this, I could..." He visibly wavered, then steadied himself. "No, not yet. From now on, my pretty girl is to be seen, not heard. If you want to talk, or need me for something, you have to ask me for permission to speak."
"Haffs hoo-mi-yee-ai-feef!" she huffed.
Gary cocked his head trying to make out what she said. She repeated it twice, stamping her foot in frustration, before he understood. Grinning, he said, "Yes, that IS humiliating. But that's the rule. Got it?"
She shook her head, no.
"AND," continued Gary, ignoring her negative response, "you're to wear a gag at all times at home, unless I say it's okay not to. I've already bought a nice selection for you to choose from, so-"
"No!" yelled Ellen. She pulled back and tried to look defiant.
"No?" asked Gary, calmly.
"Uh UH! No hu-ay!"
He shrugged. "All right, then, have it your way."
Ellen held her head up, looking triumphant.
Gary sat down and patted his lap. "I didn't want to have to do this," he said, "but you leave me no alternative. Lay yourself across my lap, Ellen."
"Huh?" She shrank back.
"You heard me. Get your butt over here. I'm going to spank you till you learn to do as you're told."
Ellen stared at Gary's lap, his large, strong hands resting on his thighs. She tugged at the ropes and took a step back.
"Ellen," warned Gary, "you're going over my knee one way or the other. You might as well make this part easy on yourself."
She stopped and studied Gary's face. Somehow, he managed to look stern and kind at the same time. Her shoulders sagged and she took one tiny, hesitant step toward him. Then another.
"That's my good girl."
When she stood next to him, she stooped down and bent forward. Gary reached out for her and eased her down so her skirt-covered ass was centered on his lap.
"Hof foo harf!" she pleaded.
"No, not too hard, El. Just hard enough..."
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