06 - Study session
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By infmed88
by infmed88 » Tue Sep 27, 2011 7:16 pm
Hello again everyone, I've been pretty busy with college all week and then work on the weekends, so lets see how much of this story i can push out tonight. This particular story is one of the earliest times I've been tied up, back when I was around 12 or 13. For the sake of information, I was about 5'4 90lbs, dark brown hair, wearing jeans/red t shirt/white sneakers. My step mom being around 5'7 with brown hair also wearing jeans and a blue tank top....and i guess a C cup for those of you who care. Continuing my pre/post story ritual, I'll just throw out there that I love getting any kind of feedback from you guys, be it positive or negative. Via comments, email, yahoo messenger, PM, what have you. I also promise to post a story of me actually getting revenge one of these days.
So way back in the day, before me getting tied up became a normal occurrence, I had a history of getting lack luster grades in school. I would consistently ignore homework and was satisfied with pulling C's and D's in all of my classes. Mom would always give me hell about needing to start taking school seriously before transferring over to high school where the grads would actually start to matter. Much to her chagrin I largely ignored her, preferring to spend my time watching TV or playing video games to studying. Things came to a breaking point when my first semester report card arrived in the mail, filled with the usual C's and D's i had always been content with. I knew Mom had something planned when she called me into the kitchen and sat me down in one of the chairs.
"Sit down right there and don't move, I'll be back in thirty seconds."
" What's going on?" I asked as I watched her calmly leave the room, showing no signs of anger or frustration.
I heard her foot steps as she reentered the room, fully shocked when my arms were suddenly pulled behind my back and felt some kind of rope being looped around my wrists, "Mom what the heck are you doing?!"
Without pausing her work on my wrists she replied with, "I've warned you I don't know how many times about your grades, so if you're not going to study on your own we're going to do it the hard way."
I tried standing up before she could finish tying my wrists together but was forced back down into the chair by her hand pressing down on my shoulder. Once my hands were secure she moved on to my elbows, remaining silent as I tried to bargain my way out of my worsening situation. After binding my elbows together she reached around in front of my face and began stuffing my mouth with one of her socks, effectively stifling my protests. Mom kept her hand clamped over my stuffed mouth as she walked around in front of me and sat down in my lap, keeping me pinned down with her body while holding a roll of duct tape in her free hand. I made my best attempt at shaking my head and telling her to let me go, obviously to no avail.
"Ssshhhh. No more talking."
After peeling the tape from the roll with her teeth, she began liberally wrapping it around my head, ensuring that her sock would be staying lodged in my mouth for the duration of our study session. Mom wrapped the tape around my head roughly ten times before she was confident I had been limited to timid protests. Dismounting from my lap she knelt down in front of me and began tying my ankles to separate chair legs, then my knees, and finally thighs. I could only glare angrily at Mom as she joked of how I was unusually quiet at the moment, eliciting a barrage of gagged shouts from me. I looked down at my body as she began winding more of the white rope around my chest, wondering how in the hell she was this good at tying knots like this, then looking back up at her and made it as clear as i could that I was not happy with what was going on.
"What was that honey? Oh don't worry we'll start studying soon enough."
My chest having been cinched tightly to the chair, my only option for significant movement left was jutting my hips out in a futile attempt at escape. Even that option was taken away when Mom used the last bit of rope to tie my waist down to the chair, leaving me with my hands, feet, and head to flail around in anger. I gave her the most evil look I could muster as she stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, sizing up the quality of her work while grinning down at me.
"Oh don't you even give me that look, you've brought all of this on yourself. Maybe now you'll start bringing home A's and B's hmmm?"
"MMMPPPHHH HMMPPHHHH GMMMPPHHHH!"
"You're right, we should get started. Now which books did you bring home with you?"
I jerked around violently as I studied the ropes criss-crossing my body, trying to work the sock around in my mouth. After a few brief moments of digging through my back pack Mom pulled up her own chair to the kitchen table and set my English book down onto the table. I tried telling her that she didn't even know which classes I had homework for, or even what the homework was supposed to be, but of course that message was a garbled mess that only succeeded in putting another grin on her face. Mom opened the book to a random page and began reading, raising her voice to drown out the sound of my gagged protests and the squeaking of my chair as I jerked back and forth. She stopped reading and leaned over towards me, grabbing my cheeks with her hand and forcing me to look at her.
"Sweety, if you don't hush up and stop squirming around like you've got ants in your pants then we're going to be here all night. You don't wan't your sister to get home and see you like this do you?"
I shook my head in an adamant 'no', knowing my step sister Katie would be back from her volleyball game in a few hours and not wanting to deal with her crap in my current state. Letting out a heavy sigh I stopped trying to talk through my gag and waited for her to continue on with what was the most boring English class i had ever been forced to sit through.
"Good boy."
For the better part of the next hour I remained silent as Mom droned on, limiting my struggling to just flailing my hands and feet around in the air. My focus would shift between Mom, looking down at her handiwork wound all over my body, and the slowest moving clock in existence. The hour had just barely passed when she stopped reading and closed the book, then hopped over to my lap and folded her arms saying, "By now I think you've gotten the point of all this. I don't know what you're supposed to be studying, but I do know you'd rather be doing it without me helping you. right?"
I nodded by grunting affirmatively, trying not to glance over at the clock while receiving what was one of the first of many 'lap lectures' Mom would give me. Having her straddled on my lap was making me fairly uncomfortable, and was causing me to wiggle around quite a bit as she continued lecturing me about how important it was to get good grades in school. If she asked me a question and I didn't respond she would just grab my face and nod for me, then scoot up further onto my lap causing me to writhe around even more. After what seemed like half an hour she was still going strong into her speech, ignoring my struggles beneath her, when headlights flashed through the kitchen window and a van pulled into our driveway. Mom stood up from my lap, giving me a welcome reprieve from having my personal space violated, and looked outside saying, "Oh, Carol just dropped off your sister. I'm going to go chat with her real quick, don't go anywhere."
I was now shouting into my gag again, shaking my head 'no' while twisting and thrashing around in my bonds as much as I possibly could. I began trying to scoot my chair out of the room, not wanting to be the first thing someone were to see if they came into the house. At first I was scooting my chair slowly and carefully, not wanting to tip over, but as I heard the van door outside slide open and slam shut, I decided 'to hell with the tipping over' and tried jumping my chair as fast as possible out of the room. I hadn't even made it halfway out of the kitchen when the front door flew open and there stood Katie in her volleyball uniform (blue numbered jersey w/matching shorts) with her jaw dropped in an astonished smile.
"Oh my god!"
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infmed88's stories
- 01 - Dirty laundry and a bad guitar player (ff/m)
- 02 - Tied up over seas (f/m)
- 03 - Apparently girls rule (ff/mm)
- 04 - A day at the pool....almost (ff/m)
- 05 - Foiled Revenge (ff/mm)
- 06 - Study session (ff/m)
- 07 - A lesson for the road (ff/mm)
- 08 - Who' s babysitting who? (f/m)
- 09 - Team work (ff/mm)
- 10 - Revenge of the ex (f/m)
- 11 - Tied up in homework (F/M)
- 12 - Sibling Tutor Session (f/m)
- 13 - A country girl can survive (f/m) in Adults archive
- 14 - Beach Volleyball (f+/m+)
- 15 - Teen Time Out (FF/M)
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