Grounded f/F, F/f third strike added.
Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2018 7:54 pm
A story request by TamatoaShiny123 I hope you like it.
“Mom you can’t not let me go out tonight, it’s my first anniversary with Steven!” Melissa shouted across a hall at her mother who was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the evening.
“You are quite wrong about that, Melissa. You are seventeen, not legally an adult yet, not to mention your father and I have control of the keys”
Melissa groans, pacing around the room. “This is so unfair! I mess up once, just once, and I am branded for life!”
Her mother, Angela, turns to her. “Grounded for a week is not ‘for the rest of your life’,” she replied as she finished chopping some vegetables before adding them into the stew she was making. “You gave your father and I a scare when you didn’t come home last weekend until three o’clock in the morning.” Melissa groans as she tried to explain a dozen times that circumstances on the roads required different attention. (Not a complete lie, but her parents did not need to know why her and Steven had to stop...) Storming away, Melissa was not going to let this down without a fight. Walking into her room, she begun to make a little plan...
Melissa was dressed to go out in a brand new white t-shirt with grey and black decorations along the front a pair of jeans which nicely corelates with little beady decals on the back pockets of her jeans nicely hugged her figure.
She had long blond caramel hair which she had held back by a thick pink headband which she had tucked behind her ears.
Grabbing some gear together, she made her way downstairs into the kitchen, seeing Angela sitting with her back to her with a book in her hands. She was dressed with a mixture of classy and comfort: a black sweatshirt which seemed a little bulky on her busty frame, a pair of grey sweatpants which hugged her waist and ankles just below that she probably had knee high white socks on her feet. A white scarf was wrapped around her neck letting the ends drape over her chest. It was one of the scarves her husband had bought her from the mountainous regions of Germany.
Melissa slowly steps up behind her, easily able to creep up on the enthralled woman. Holding a dripping cloth in one hand, Melissa waited until she was nearly breathing down her mother’s neck before she acts, pulling on her shoulder. Melissa uses the surprise gasp emitted from her mother to force the cloth into her mouth. Angela began making angry grunting noises while Melissa ignores them, shoved her mother’s chest and face onto the table, grabbed her arms and, using a silk scarf, she quickly knotted at the back of Angela’s neck.
Taking a couple rolls of duct tape out, Melissa got to work wrapping up above the elbows before wrapping long strands around her mother’s shoulders. Bending down, she caught a look of angry fire in her mother’s eyes.
“Don’t get after me, mom. I am not being unreasonable. I always do my homework, always do my chores and even help you with the housework. One of the few times I ask to take the car, you say no.”
Shaking her head, Melissa finishes off with the shoulders, ripping the connection off before flattening it over the rest of the creases.
“Well, I know where the keys are. My only concern is keeping you well out of the way. I could have tried slipping out, but you would have heard me back in anyway”
Her mother grunted furious mutterings through the stuffing. Moving down to her mother’s feet, Melissa was quick to wrap up her ankles then her feet keeping them connected she could barely move her toes.
Moving to her Angela’s knees, she was wise enough to wrap around, above and below in criss-cross formation around the knee, keeping them from bending. Up to her thighs, Melissa looks up at her mother who groaned as she tested her bonds wrapping the tape around her thighs. It was until now her mother had been too shocked to remove the stuffing from her mouth. Recovering from the surprises, she pushed the stuffing out with her tongue, launching the stuffing onto the kitchen table.
“Melissa! You better let me go right now! When I get out, you are going to be in so much trouble!” Angela bellowed.
Melissa took a moment to stop and look up into her mother’s eyes.
“Somehow, I believe that,” Melissa conceded. “But first things first, let me have tonight, shall we?”
Her mother groaned aloud as she tries to move her hands her back.
“Besides, soon you won’t have any power to stop me.”
Her mother’s eyebrows furrow then takes a look at the packing her daughter had used to keep her quiet.
“Melissa, is that a pair of underwear?!”
Melissa smiles, checking her tape work “I believe it was that new thong you bought.” Her mother nodded in disbelief, causing Melissa to smile. “I knew they had not been worn yet, so I figured they were a good warm up.”
Her mother’s eyebrows raised. “‘Warm up?’” Melissa ignored the comment as she grabbed a yellow sponge off the kitchen counter.
“Open wide.” Her mother kept her mouth shut before Melissa shook her head, clamping fingers over nose until she gave up a breath. Melissa shoved the large sponge deep between her teeth on top of her tongue, nearly making Angela gag by the mere size of the stuffing. Melissa sat on her mother’s lap as she struggled with the mouth-filling gag.
Melissa held her lips closed with the palm of her hands. “I am going to use this special clear tape to make you look just like a cute little chipmunk!” Placing clear tape over her lips, Melissa wraps it twice around her mother’s head before resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. Angela cooed into the gag as she emitted small pitiful begging sounds. Melissa looks up to her mother, whose eyes were nearly closed as her mouth moved and fidgeted. The dry sponge had already began to pull the moisture from her lips tongue and gums.
“Oh, perk up. I made sure to grab a fresh one. Just imagine if I had used the one we used to clean last week’s tuna casserole.” The mere thought of that made her mother cringe and groan in her gag.
Melissa helps her mother stand up and hopped her into the living room. She takes the office chair by the desk her father kept in there and slid it under her mother. Taking a new scarf, she ties a connection between the scarf, holding her wrist to the chair bottom, keeping her well anchored to the chair. Melissa put her coat on before grabbing the remote, flipping channels to find something for her mother to watch.
“There you go. Don’t say I don’t do anything for you,” Melissa joked as she set the channel to ABC. Melissa’s mother muttered a snide remark that was barely audible. Melissa kisses her mother on the cheek
“I will be back around... oh, let’s say eleven.” Melissa smiles, rubbing her mother’s warm bulging cheek before grabbing the keys and walking out.
Angela waited patiently for her daughter to be out of the driveway before making her first solid escape attempt. She could tell by the sleekness of the scarf it was silk. Angela knew silk was wonderful to wear, but when it came to tying, knots were almost impossible to escape from. Finding the correct end, Angela released her scarf that anchored her to the chair. Using the same technique, she began to work her way around with scarf running into her first snag: she had grabbed the wrong end and made the knot almost ironclad. Using her fingers she tried to force the end through, using her finger nails she began to pry and pull.
Stopping but a moment, Angela began to breathe heavily, rolling her taped jaw periodically, hoping to get some moisture back into her mouth. Growing exhausted from the struggle of her bonds, Angela looks up to the clock. Without knowledge of it, she had already been there for nearly two hours...
(Time skip)
One o’clock rolled by when Melissa finally made it home. Smiling to herself, she was more than content with the evening’s turnout. But still extremely tired, she fell down on the couch, falling asleep...
(Another time skip)
Waking up at eight o’clock, Melissa felt a surge of urgency because she had to go to work assisting her teachers at dance school. Trying to move, she realised she was no longer on the couch. Looking around she was on a stool which they used for the brunch counter, Melissa tried to call out but all that came out was a muffled “Hhhmmphp!”
She looks around, struggling. She was bound head to foot with scarves. Her mother enters the room a triumphant smile on her face and the phone in her hand.
“Hi Julie. This is Angela, Melissa’s mother. I am sorry, but my daughter came home sick last night. I had to get her to the doctor’s office. Do you think you could help your teacher today. After all, I know you have been wanting extra shifts”
Smiling, Angela winked at her daughter who sat there in utter awe. As Angela hung up the phone, smiled and looked at her daughter.
“Now Melissa, I have cleared both our schedules so you and I can come to terms with what happened last night and figure out what would be a suitable punishment.” Melissa groans sarcastically into the gag when her mother approached.
“See, I was much kinder to you than you were to me. I made sure the stuffing I put in your mouth was damp. Meanwhile, you gave me a dry sponge. My mouth felt like the savannah when I got that blistering torment from my mouth.”
Melissa sooped her head down having not thought about that before. She remembered to do it with the thong , but she had not even contemplated wetting the sponge. Angela took a deep breath, walked over and sat on her daughter’s lap, wrapping her arms behind her neck.
“So, we are going to spend the afternoon getting all our disgruntlement out so your father can come home to two happy smiling girls. Understand?”
Melissa weighed the options she was given. Feeling the bonds around her, she could not help but nod. Angela smiled before Melissa began to fidget and grunt into her gag trying to speak. Surprisingly, her mother was able to understand gag talk very well.
“You see, dear, your father doesn’t buy me scarves from Europe because they are fancy and warm,” Angela explained, winking once again. Melissa began to mumble with understanding and intrigue with her mothers words.
The End
“Mom you can’t not let me go out tonight, it’s my first anniversary with Steven!” Melissa shouted across a hall at her mother who was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the evening.
“You are quite wrong about that, Melissa. You are seventeen, not legally an adult yet, not to mention your father and I have control of the keys”
Melissa groans, pacing around the room. “This is so unfair! I mess up once, just once, and I am branded for life!”
Her mother, Angela, turns to her. “Grounded for a week is not ‘for the rest of your life’,” she replied as she finished chopping some vegetables before adding them into the stew she was making. “You gave your father and I a scare when you didn’t come home last weekend until three o’clock in the morning.” Melissa groans as she tried to explain a dozen times that circumstances on the roads required different attention. (Not a complete lie, but her parents did not need to know why her and Steven had to stop...) Storming away, Melissa was not going to let this down without a fight. Walking into her room, she begun to make a little plan...
Melissa was dressed to go out in a brand new white t-shirt with grey and black decorations along the front a pair of jeans which nicely corelates with little beady decals on the back pockets of her jeans nicely hugged her figure.
She had long blond caramel hair which she had held back by a thick pink headband which she had tucked behind her ears.
Grabbing some gear together, she made her way downstairs into the kitchen, seeing Angela sitting with her back to her with a book in her hands. She was dressed with a mixture of classy and comfort: a black sweatshirt which seemed a little bulky on her busty frame, a pair of grey sweatpants which hugged her waist and ankles just below that she probably had knee high white socks on her feet. A white scarf was wrapped around her neck letting the ends drape over her chest. It was one of the scarves her husband had bought her from the mountainous regions of Germany.
Melissa slowly steps up behind her, easily able to creep up on the enthralled woman. Holding a dripping cloth in one hand, Melissa waited until she was nearly breathing down her mother’s neck before she acts, pulling on her shoulder. Melissa uses the surprise gasp emitted from her mother to force the cloth into her mouth. Angela began making angry grunting noises while Melissa ignores them, shoved her mother’s chest and face onto the table, grabbed her arms and, using a silk scarf, she quickly knotted at the back of Angela’s neck.
Taking a couple rolls of duct tape out, Melissa got to work wrapping up above the elbows before wrapping long strands around her mother’s shoulders. Bending down, she caught a look of angry fire in her mother’s eyes.
“Don’t get after me, mom. I am not being unreasonable. I always do my homework, always do my chores and even help you with the housework. One of the few times I ask to take the car, you say no.”
Shaking her head, Melissa finishes off with the shoulders, ripping the connection off before flattening it over the rest of the creases.
“Well, I know where the keys are. My only concern is keeping you well out of the way. I could have tried slipping out, but you would have heard me back in anyway”
Her mother grunted furious mutterings through the stuffing. Moving down to her mother’s feet, Melissa was quick to wrap up her ankles then her feet keeping them connected she could barely move her toes.
Moving to her Angela’s knees, she was wise enough to wrap around, above and below in criss-cross formation around the knee, keeping them from bending. Up to her thighs, Melissa looks up at her mother who groaned as she tested her bonds wrapping the tape around her thighs. It was until now her mother had been too shocked to remove the stuffing from her mouth. Recovering from the surprises, she pushed the stuffing out with her tongue, launching the stuffing onto the kitchen table.
“Melissa! You better let me go right now! When I get out, you are going to be in so much trouble!” Angela bellowed.
Melissa took a moment to stop and look up into her mother’s eyes.
“Somehow, I believe that,” Melissa conceded. “But first things first, let me have tonight, shall we?”
Her mother groaned aloud as she tries to move her hands her back.
“Besides, soon you won’t have any power to stop me.”
Her mother’s eyebrows furrow then takes a look at the packing her daughter had used to keep her quiet.
“Melissa, is that a pair of underwear?!”
Melissa smiles, checking her tape work “I believe it was that new thong you bought.” Her mother nodded in disbelief, causing Melissa to smile. “I knew they had not been worn yet, so I figured they were a good warm up.”
Her mother’s eyebrows raised. “‘Warm up?’” Melissa ignored the comment as she grabbed a yellow sponge off the kitchen counter.
“Open wide.” Her mother kept her mouth shut before Melissa shook her head, clamping fingers over nose until she gave up a breath. Melissa shoved the large sponge deep between her teeth on top of her tongue, nearly making Angela gag by the mere size of the stuffing. Melissa sat on her mother’s lap as she struggled with the mouth-filling gag.
Melissa held her lips closed with the palm of her hands. “I am going to use this special clear tape to make you look just like a cute little chipmunk!” Placing clear tape over her lips, Melissa wraps it twice around her mother’s head before resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. Angela cooed into the gag as she emitted small pitiful begging sounds. Melissa looks up to her mother, whose eyes were nearly closed as her mouth moved and fidgeted. The dry sponge had already began to pull the moisture from her lips tongue and gums.
“Oh, perk up. I made sure to grab a fresh one. Just imagine if I had used the one we used to clean last week’s tuna casserole.” The mere thought of that made her mother cringe and groan in her gag.
Melissa helps her mother stand up and hopped her into the living room. She takes the office chair by the desk her father kept in there and slid it under her mother. Taking a new scarf, she ties a connection between the scarf, holding her wrist to the chair bottom, keeping her well anchored to the chair. Melissa put her coat on before grabbing the remote, flipping channels to find something for her mother to watch.
“There you go. Don’t say I don’t do anything for you,” Melissa joked as she set the channel to ABC. Melissa’s mother muttered a snide remark that was barely audible. Melissa kisses her mother on the cheek
“I will be back around... oh, let’s say eleven.” Melissa smiles, rubbing her mother’s warm bulging cheek before grabbing the keys and walking out.
Angela waited patiently for her daughter to be out of the driveway before making her first solid escape attempt. She could tell by the sleekness of the scarf it was silk. Angela knew silk was wonderful to wear, but when it came to tying, knots were almost impossible to escape from. Finding the correct end, Angela released her scarf that anchored her to the chair. Using the same technique, she began to work her way around with scarf running into her first snag: she had grabbed the wrong end and made the knot almost ironclad. Using her fingers she tried to force the end through, using her finger nails she began to pry and pull.
Stopping but a moment, Angela began to breathe heavily, rolling her taped jaw periodically, hoping to get some moisture back into her mouth. Growing exhausted from the struggle of her bonds, Angela looks up to the clock. Without knowledge of it, she had already been there for nearly two hours...
(Time skip)
One o’clock rolled by when Melissa finally made it home. Smiling to herself, she was more than content with the evening’s turnout. But still extremely tired, she fell down on the couch, falling asleep...
(Another time skip)
Waking up at eight o’clock, Melissa felt a surge of urgency because she had to go to work assisting her teachers at dance school. Trying to move, she realised she was no longer on the couch. Looking around she was on a stool which they used for the brunch counter, Melissa tried to call out but all that came out was a muffled “Hhhmmphp!”
She looks around, struggling. She was bound head to foot with scarves. Her mother enters the room a triumphant smile on her face and the phone in her hand.
“Hi Julie. This is Angela, Melissa’s mother. I am sorry, but my daughter came home sick last night. I had to get her to the doctor’s office. Do you think you could help your teacher today. After all, I know you have been wanting extra shifts”
Smiling, Angela winked at her daughter who sat there in utter awe. As Angela hung up the phone, smiled and looked at her daughter.
“Now Melissa, I have cleared both our schedules so you and I can come to terms with what happened last night and figure out what would be a suitable punishment.” Melissa groans sarcastically into the gag when her mother approached.
“See, I was much kinder to you than you were to me. I made sure the stuffing I put in your mouth was damp. Meanwhile, you gave me a dry sponge. My mouth felt like the savannah when I got that blistering torment from my mouth.”
Melissa sooped her head down having not thought about that before. She remembered to do it with the thong , but she had not even contemplated wetting the sponge. Angela took a deep breath, walked over and sat on her daughter’s lap, wrapping her arms behind her neck.
“So, we are going to spend the afternoon getting all our disgruntlement out so your father can come home to two happy smiling girls. Understand?”
Melissa weighed the options she was given. Feeling the bonds around her, she could not help but nod. Angela smiled before Melissa began to fidget and grunt into her gag trying to speak. Surprisingly, her mother was able to understand gag talk very well.
“You see, dear, your father doesn’t buy me scarves from Europe because they are fancy and warm,” Angela explained, winking once again. Melissa began to mumble with understanding and intrigue with her mothers words.
The End