Tied up by my Dad M/F
Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 8:47 pm
I want to make it clear My Dad was never physically or mentally abusive in any way toward me or Kelly. This story was probably the only time he might have been rough on me. So please know my father was a loving man and this 1 event. I told this story to 1 person years after my father died and it gave them the wrong impression of my father and thought I was nuts at the way I looked back at it with sentimental warmness. I post this here hoping you guys understood his motives behind tying me up and what he was doing. I only wrote it today my fiancé and I kind of broke up last night and I remember this.
My first boyfriend was co captain of the football team. I was 15 and he was 17. we lasted about 8 months. He broke up with me on Thursday after school on the way home-he was driving me home from school. I was so sad and unfortunately Kelly was not home. She was out of town dealing with Her favorite aunt was dying of cancer and no one else in the family seemed to care for her. They just wanted her to die for her money. Dad was home but I didn't feel comfortable talking to him about it. I tried to ignore my feelings. I did call Kelly and let her know what happened. She felt bad she couldn't be there. She encourage me to talk to my dad but this was my dad and in a 15 year old mind I was thinking what would he understand - my world is ending. (yes, 15 year old me centered mind I'm sorry to say.) So Thursday I sulked. Friday at school all these rumors started to spread. People talking behind my back and by the end of the day I was not only hurt and sad but angry as well.
Kelly had called Dad when I was at school and told him what I told her. So when I got home my Dad tried to talk to me to help me but of course he was a Man and one species that broke my heart I didn't want to talk to him. He couldn't possibly understand. ( yes, I was acting like a brat. 1 of the few times) He let my moody attitude slide and tried to ignore it.
Saturday I was dressed in black jeans and gray shirt with writing on it in read saying bite me or something like that but the writing matched my mood Bratty. I was sulking. I was sitting on the family room couch (family room was just off the kitchen) Dad was doing some remodeling in the house and he had just yelled from the kitchen to bring in his rubber mallet that he forgot on the patio which was just off family room. All I had to do was get up open the sliding the door on the right side of the family. Grab it from the table it lay on and bring it to him. I didn't do it. I yelled at him to get it himself and called him a dumb S.O.B.--Yeah, that dumb S.O.B. comment was the straw that broke the camel's back in a sense--. My Dad would have tolerated me not doing it or telling him to do it himself but the dumb S.O.B. wasn't going be tolerated. I heard tools crashing into a tool box and my Dad grab my arm and yanked me onto my feet.
"That isn't something I ever taught you! You know better to disrespect anyone!" he was half dragging me half leading me thru the kitchen half of which had the underfloor exposed and toward the door that lead to a back hallway where the back door was at the end of the small hallway. The garage door was on the right to the left was a door to the laundry room and a few feet away was the door leading to the basement.
I was shocked by the anger of my Dad and started to regret the comment. "Sorry!" I insisted as Dad grabbed the small duffle bag that held the ropes and gags. I was scared by what he was doing. I never seen my Dad that angry and he never had truly angry at me. He pushed the basement door open and forced me down the steps. I was panicked as Dad lead me to the metal pole in the center of the room. he quickly tied my wrists together behind the pole
"Dad-" I called but he took a bandana and cleave gagged me.
"You are going to listen to me, young lady!" He said and made me sit on the floor. He wrapped rope around my body pinning me to the pole. "You are not the first or last person to experience a break up! Yes, this is the first one for you and the first one for everyone is the worse." He tied my ankles together and my legs . "So yell, or scream or cry. whatever you need. stop trying to hide your emotions and face them. I will be back in two hours and I expect a REAL apology for the comment and there is no party tonight at your friends house or movies with Becky and Jennifer tomorrow. Your grounded for the weekend." He walked back up the steps but left the door open.
I kicked at the boxes near me and screamed at the top of my lungs as I struggle to get free but eventually tears started to fall from my eyes and I sobbed letting myself truly feel the pain and hurt. My Dad in his way was making me face my emotions which was something I didn't want to do. It probably wouldn't have been the way Kelly would have helped me thru it but it was the only thing my Dad could think of. When he came back down he took the gag off and started untying me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed very hard. My Dad embraced and tried to comforted me. He finished untying me and picked up the ropes and gag.
I apologized sincerely and nothing more was said about the comment. That was the first time in 8 years I had gotten grounded. My Dad did take me out for ice cream that evening and he told me that I would forget who he even was years later. Dad was wrong about that.
My first boyfriend was co captain of the football team. I was 15 and he was 17. we lasted about 8 months. He broke up with me on Thursday after school on the way home-he was driving me home from school. I was so sad and unfortunately Kelly was not home. She was out of town dealing with Her favorite aunt was dying of cancer and no one else in the family seemed to care for her. They just wanted her to die for her money. Dad was home but I didn't feel comfortable talking to him about it. I tried to ignore my feelings. I did call Kelly and let her know what happened. She felt bad she couldn't be there. She encourage me to talk to my dad but this was my dad and in a 15 year old mind I was thinking what would he understand - my world is ending. (yes, 15 year old me centered mind I'm sorry to say.) So Thursday I sulked. Friday at school all these rumors started to spread. People talking behind my back and by the end of the day I was not only hurt and sad but angry as well.
Kelly had called Dad when I was at school and told him what I told her. So when I got home my Dad tried to talk to me to help me but of course he was a Man and one species that broke my heart I didn't want to talk to him. He couldn't possibly understand. ( yes, I was acting like a brat. 1 of the few times) He let my moody attitude slide and tried to ignore it.
Saturday I was dressed in black jeans and gray shirt with writing on it in read saying bite me or something like that but the writing matched my mood Bratty. I was sulking. I was sitting on the family room couch (family room was just off the kitchen) Dad was doing some remodeling in the house and he had just yelled from the kitchen to bring in his rubber mallet that he forgot on the patio which was just off family room. All I had to do was get up open the sliding the door on the right side of the family. Grab it from the table it lay on and bring it to him. I didn't do it. I yelled at him to get it himself and called him a dumb S.O.B.--Yeah, that dumb S.O.B. comment was the straw that broke the camel's back in a sense--. My Dad would have tolerated me not doing it or telling him to do it himself but the dumb S.O.B. wasn't going be tolerated. I heard tools crashing into a tool box and my Dad grab my arm and yanked me onto my feet.
"That isn't something I ever taught you! You know better to disrespect anyone!" he was half dragging me half leading me thru the kitchen half of which had the underfloor exposed and toward the door that lead to a back hallway where the back door was at the end of the small hallway. The garage door was on the right to the left was a door to the laundry room and a few feet away was the door leading to the basement.
I was shocked by the anger of my Dad and started to regret the comment. "Sorry!" I insisted as Dad grabbed the small duffle bag that held the ropes and gags. I was scared by what he was doing. I never seen my Dad that angry and he never had truly angry at me. He pushed the basement door open and forced me down the steps. I was panicked as Dad lead me to the metal pole in the center of the room. he quickly tied my wrists together behind the pole
"Dad-" I called but he took a bandana and cleave gagged me.
"You are going to listen to me, young lady!" He said and made me sit on the floor. He wrapped rope around my body pinning me to the pole. "You are not the first or last person to experience a break up! Yes, this is the first one for you and the first one for everyone is the worse." He tied my ankles together and my legs . "So yell, or scream or cry. whatever you need. stop trying to hide your emotions and face them. I will be back in two hours and I expect a REAL apology for the comment and there is no party tonight at your friends house or movies with Becky and Jennifer tomorrow. Your grounded for the weekend." He walked back up the steps but left the door open.
I kicked at the boxes near me and screamed at the top of my lungs as I struggle to get free but eventually tears started to fall from my eyes and I sobbed letting myself truly feel the pain and hurt. My Dad in his way was making me face my emotions which was something I didn't want to do. It probably wouldn't have been the way Kelly would have helped me thru it but it was the only thing my Dad could think of. When he came back down he took the gag off and started untying me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed very hard. My Dad embraced and tried to comforted me. He finished untying me and picked up the ropes and gag.
I apologized sincerely and nothing more was said about the comment. That was the first time in 8 years I had gotten grounded. My Dad did take me out for ice cream that evening and he told me that I would forget who he even was years later. Dad was wrong about that.