One Summer
Day
“Cissie, I’m
bored!”
As Cissie and
her friend Mandy looked to the door of her bedroom, she was not surprised to
see her brat of an eleven year old brother standing there, wearing a blue polo
shirt and shorts, white socks and plimsolls.
“Go away Bernie,”
Cissie said with a sigh, “can’t you see we’re busy?”
Bernie looked
at his fourteen year old sister. She was
wearing a taupe coloured top with elbow length sleeves and a round neck, darker
grey shorts and black espadrilles, a white ribbon holding her dark hair back
with a little bow on the top. Her friend
Mandy just looked over with a hint of disdain in her eyes as he looked at her.
Like her
sister, she had a ribbon holding her curly hair back, while her short sleeved
top was light brown, with a white collar and cuffs. She was also wearing shorts – white ones in
her case – and white sandals. “Yeah, go
away brat,” she laughed, “we want to read about Elvis.”
Bernie smiled,
as he said “but I want to play a game – and I bet I could do it so that you get
to listen to the radio and think about him all the time.” Mandy looked at Cissie, before she said “how
would he do that?”
“Oh no, Bernie,
not today…”
“Please… Just for a little while…”
“What does he
want to do,” Mandy whispered.
“He’s been reading
those pulp books again,” Cissie sighed, “and he wants us to be the damsels in
distress.” Mandy shook her head, and
then said “does he do this to you often?”
As Cissie nodded, Mandy said “so what does he do?”
Sighing, Cissie
said “best if I show you. Go on squirt –
do your worst…”
“You could have
warned me,” Mandy said as she turned her head and looked at Cissie.
“Would you have
believed me if I had told you?”
“No – but you
can tell he’s a boy scout,” Mandy said as she felt Bernie pull the rope tightly
round her ankles, then take it between her legs to make it even tighter before
he secured the ends together. Cissie
looked back at her friend, her wrists crossed and secured together behind her
back, before Bernie bent her legs back and secured her bound ankles to her
wrists with another length of rope.
She was in no
position to argue, however – Bernie had tied her up first to show her friend
what he would do. She was just grateful this
was all he had done, but she had a feeling it was not the only thing coming…
“So how can we
think about Elvis like this,” Mandy said as she tried to reach her shoes with
her fingers.
“We can imagine
him coming to the rescue,” Cissie said as she watched Bernie fold two of his
white handkerchiefs. “And I think we’re
going to do it quietly.”
“What do you
mean,” Mandy said – and then she watched as Bernie pushed one of the folded
white cloths into his sister’s mouth, and tied a folded black scarf round her
head, covering her mouth as he secured the ends at the base of her neck.
“Lhktthhss,”
Cissie said as she looked over, and then grunted as Bernie used a second black
scarf as a blindfold, covering her eyes as he had her mouth.
“You promise
you’re not going to touch me anywhere you should not,” Mandy said quietly,
watching as Bernie nodded before she allowed him to gag and blindfold her in
the same way. The two girls tried to
talk to each other as they wriggled round on the floor, their heads on the
pillows Bernie had put down, as he sat down and watched them for a few minutes.
He then crept
forward, slipping the shoes off both of the girls as he flexed his fingers,
Cissie wriggling round as she said “Bhrrneesdhnntuhdhrrr…”
“Bernie! Did the girls say they allowed you to do
this?”
The two girls
raised their head as they heard Bernie and Cissies’s mum speak. She was standing in the doorway, her arms
folded as she looked at the three of them.
Her striped blouse had the top two buttons open, while a white apron
covered the front of her knee length blue skirt, her feet in a pair of blue
leather shoes with a short heel.
“Well, Bernie?”
“I asked and
they agreed, Mum,” he said in a small voice, Cissie nodding before Mandy joined
in.
“I see – and
you girls are all right?” As they nodded
again, his mother said “well then, you can stay there – let me turn this on for
you.” She walked across the room and
turned a radio set on, before she said “I guess the burglar tied you both up,
and then tied me up as well.”
“Hlhrrdwhrrshthck,”
Cissie mumbled as Bernie looked at his mother.
She sometimes joined in as well with Cissie in a game, but he didn’t
have enough rope – only one length was left.
“Hands behind your
back, lady,” he said as he picked the rope up and walked behind his mother,
waiting as she put the palms of her hands together behind her before he bound
her wrists tightly together. She smiled
as she said “please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t lady –
but I need to keep you far away enough from them that you can’t free them. You got a cellar?”
“Yes, why?”
“Let’s go,” he said
as they walked out, leaving the two older girls to listen to the music as they
headed down the stairs, and then down into the large cellar.
“Can I use some
of these ropes, Mum,” he said as he looked at a basket full of lengths of rope.
“Yes you can –
so where do you want me,” she said as she looked round, the pillars supporting
the roof had been used in the past by him…
“On the rug,
Mum,” he said as he looked in the basket, waiting as she sat down until he put
her ankles together and started to bind them to each other. He then looked at her, as he said “can I tie
your legs together as well, Mum?”
She nodded,
watching as he took a second length of rope from the basket and wrapped it
around her legs below her knees, before he took the rope between her legs,
trying his best not to touch her legs as he pulled the rope even tighter. She giggled as she tried to twist her legs
round, and then said “I guess the bad burglar will have to keep me quiet as
well.”
“He does,”
Bernie said, trying not to show his excitement as he took out from a second
basket two white headscarves and a clean rag, folding the rag as his mother
said “I need to be untied by one so that I can cook lunch.”
“I’ll do that
Mum, if you stay here a little longer?”
He looked at the older woman, as she nodded and said “all right – no later
than three,” and opened her mouth. Once
he had put the folded rag in, he folded the first white scarf and tied it
tightly over her mouth, then the second done over her head so that only her
nose was peeking between the two bands.
“Let me help
you to lie down Mum,” Bernie said as he put a seat cushion on the rug, and then
helped his mother to lie on her side before she rolled onto her stomach, grunting
softly as he pulled her ankles back and then tied them to her wrists with more
rope. He then sat on the couch, his eyes
fixe don her as she moved round and pretended to struggle.
He knew his
time was limited, as he would have to go and prepare a sandwich soon, but for
the moment, he was glad his mum and sister were playing with him – and her
friend…
“Hello? Mandy, are you here?”
Bernie looked
up as his mother turned, and said “swwhwhhthss” as he stood up and walked up
the stairs. As he opened the door and
walked into the hallway, he saw a blonde haired woman, about the same age as
his mother, standing there as she took a pair of short white gloves off. She was wearing a pale blue dress with white
pearl buttons up the front and a thin white belt round her waist, and black
shoes.
“Oh – it’s
Bernie isn’t it,” she said as he stood there.
“I’m Mrs Hawkins, Mandy’s mother.
She was meant to be spending this morning with your sister – do you know
where she is?”
“Well – yes I
do Mrs Hawkins, she’s playing a game with Cissie in my room.”
“Oh – what sort
of game,” she said with a smile as she looked at the young boy.
“Would you like
to see – but you must be quiet, because I don’t want you to know you have seen
them.”
She raised an
eyebrow, as she said “all right- show me.”
Bernie smiled as he took her hand, and led her up the stairs to the door
of his bedroom. Opening the door as
quietly as he could, he stood and watched as Mrs Hawkins looked in, then put a
hand to her mouth as she saw the two teenagers struggling on the floor as Eddie
Cochran was playing on the radio.
“Well,” she
said as she closed the door, “I see she is busy. Perhaps I could talk to your mother – or is
she… Oh my.” She saw Bernie as he slowly nodded, and ten
said “I will take you to her if you want.”
“This I have to
see,” she giggled as Bernie took her by the hand, and led her down to the
cellar….
His mother
heard the footsteps on the wooden stairs, and then looked up as Mrs Hawkins
said “oh my Doris – are you all right there?”
“Chnnhtchnpmlhhn,”
Doris mumbled as she nodded, “sssbhrnheethrr?”
“He is – he
showed me the girls as well,” Mrs Hawkins said quietly as she looked round the
room, noting the old couch in the centre of the room, and also the pillars –
and then seeing the basket of ropes, and the various cloths and gags that were
there.
“Is it all right
if I join you for a while?”
“Ushnhhlhkths,”
his mother said as she wriggled his fingers.
“I know – but
perhaps he can make me stay down here next to a pillar?”
“Would you Mrs
Hawkins?”
“Why not,” she
said as she sat on the couch, “but for you to do that, you need to keep me
quiet and blindfold me first. Also, you
need to do something else.” She
whispered into Bernie’s ear, his eyes widening as he said “are you sure Mrs
Hawkins?”
“I’m sure. So, how are you going to keep me quiet?”
Bernie looked
at her pale blue dress, and then went to the cloths basket, returning with
three length of pale blue cloth and rolling one up. “I’ll talk to you later Doris,” she said, his
mother nodding as she opened her mouth and allowed the young boy to push the
cloth in, then closing her lips over it as he tied the second band over her
lips.
“May I remove your
glasses, Mrs Hawkins?”
“Uhmh,” she
mumbled as Bernie carefully removed her tortoiseshell framed glasses and folded
them, putting them safely to the side as she closed her eyes, and then tied the
third cloth tightly over them.
“Take my hand,
Mrs Hawkins,” Bernie said as he helped her to stand, and led her past his
mother to one of the support pillars, turning her and standing her against it
before he went and fetched more rope from the basket.
Taking a deep
breath, he guided her arms around the pillar, crossing her wrists and then
using a length of rope to secure them tightly together as she quietly hummed to
herself. He then took the rope round the
pillar and tied the ends at her waist, making sure she was secured to the
pillar before he went to fetch more rope.
“Hffhnfhfhfnrhnnee?”
“Hyhsssdhrsss,”
Mrs Hawkins mumbled as Bernie put her ankles together, wrapping the rope around
and between them and then taking the ends round the pillar as well. He did the same to her legs below her knees,
before he took a longer length of rope and walked behind her.
“Are you ready
Mrs Hawkins?”
She nodded as
he passed the rope round her stomach and pulled it tight, then stood on a small
box and passed it round her upper body above her chest, stepping on and off as
she was forced against the pillar, and then securing the ends together behind
the pillar so that she was held in place by five bands of rope.
“Are you all
right, Mrs Hawkins?”
“Yhshsfhnkuhhhbhrnee,”
she mumbled as she twisted slightly round, Bernie looking at the way the ropes held
her in place, and then he walked quietly out – he needed a drink of something,
so he went up the stairs and made his way to the kitchen.
Opening the
icebox, he took out a bottle of milk and poured some into a glass, and then found
some Oreos before he sat at the kitchen table, thinking about what had happened
as he took a bite.
His sister, his
mother, her friend and her mother, all tied up, all gagged, all blindfolded –
it was a dream come true, but the way Mrs Hawkins had told her to tie her to
the pole… He would never have dared to
do that to his sister or mother, but it had been fun to do – and it made him
feel good.
Very strangely
good… He closed his eyes and took a drink of his milk, before he heard a tap on
the kitchen door and looked over.
“Hey Bernie –
watcha doing?”
He smiled as he
saw Suzie standing there, her hands together in front of her as she twisted
from side to side. His next door
neighbour was a year older than him, and her long red hair fell over the front
of her short sleeved green blouse. She
had on a black and white checked poodle skirt, short white socks and black Mary
Jane shoes.
“Hey Suzie –
Mrs Carter?” Bernie looked at Suzie’s
mother, who was standing behind her. The
older woman was wearing a pink dress with a pleated skirt and a wide belt round
her waist, the collar open at the front.
“Bernie,” she
said with a smile, “is nobody else home?”
“Oh no, Mrs
Carter – My mother and sister are playing a game, and so is Mandy and her
mother.”
“Oh,” Suzie
said with a smile, “what sort of game?”
“Would you like
to see?”
“Go on then.” Suzie
said, as Bernie took another drink and said “come with me.” He took them down into the basement, Mrs
Carter putting a hand to her mouth as she saw his mother struggling on the
floor, and Mrs Hawkins against the pole.
“Oh my – are
you ladies enjoying yourself?”
The other two
turned their heads in the direction of the new voice and nodded, as Mrs Carter
looked at Bernie’s knots. She then said
something that made both him and Suzie smile.
“Do you mind if
I join you for a while? Suzie – will you
do the honours?”
“Got any more
rope, Bernie?”
He stared at
Suzie, before he stuttered “ooovveeerr over there?” He then watched as she walked to the baskets,
and took some length of rope out, leaving most of them on the old couch but
taking one over as she stood behind her mother, taking her wrists behind her
back and then tying them tightly together.
“Don’t worry
Bernie – Suzie and I do this to each other all the time,” Mrs Carter said as
she felt the rope pulled tightly around her wrists, and then smiled as Suzie
tied the ends off.
“Have a seat,
Mom,” she said, as Mrs Carter sat on the couch with her ankles together and to
the side. Suzie knelt in front of her
and bound her ankles, taking the rope around them in several bands and then
between her legs.
“Oh my, you do
know how to do this,” Bernie said as he watched Suzie fold back the skirt of
her mother’s dress, and then secure her legs together below her knees, taking
the rope between her legs to make the band tighter again before she folded the
skirt back.
“Thank you,
Suzie,” Mrs Carter said as she smiled.
“You may do the rest if you want.”
“thanks, Mom,”
Suzie said as she went and fetched a longer length of rope, Bernie’s eyes
opening wide as she wrapped it round her mother’s arms and upper body before
pulling it tight, forcing her arms into her sides under her chest before she
took it round several times, forming two bands above and below the chest.
Mrs Carter
looked at Bernie, who was staring open eyed at her, and smiled as she twisted
round while Suzie secured the ropes behind her, and then used two smaller
lengths, tying them round the bands between her arms and body to make it
tighter.
“Now make sure
I cannot speak or see as well, before you make sure I cannot get off the
couch.”
“Yes, Mom,” Suzie
said as she found two pink scarves and a white cloth, folding the cloth before
she put it into her mother’s open mouth, then after she had closed her lips
over it she tied the first pink scarf tightly round her head, covering her lips
as she secured the ends at the base of her neck.
She then folded
the second scarf and used it to blindfold her mother, then helped her to lie
face down on the couch before she pulled her ankles back, making sure the skirt
of her dress covered what needed to be covered as she tied her ankles to the
ropes round her chest.
As Bernie
watched, Mrs Carter touched the heels of her shoes with her fingers, and then
nodded as she started to struggle.
“Wow, I would
never dare do that to my mother or Cissie,” Bernie finally said.
“You can do it
to me, if you want to,” Suzie said as she looked at him and smiled. He stared at her for a moment, and then said
“can I?”
“Sure – can we
use your room?”
Bernie smiled
as he said “if you want – you pick what you want to use for your mouth and
eyes, and I’ll get the ropes.”
“Wow – you are
good at this,” Suzie sat as she sat on Bernie’s bed, watching as he tied her
ankles tightly together. Her wrists were
already secured behind her back, with more rope, while she smiled, enjoying the
situation.
“Well,” Bernie
said as he looked up, and asked nervously, “can I… Can I…
Can I tie your legs together like you did your mother?”
Suzie smiled
and nodded, watching as he nervously folded her skirt back and secured her legs
below her knees with more rope, trying not to touch them as he fed the rope
between her legs. She then sighed as he
pulled the rope tighter, tying it off before he folded the skirt back down and
looked at her.
“Do you think I
look nice?”
“Yes, I do,”
Bernie whispered, “but…”
“You may.”
Hardly believing
his luck, Bernie took the longest length of rope and doubled it over, doing to
Suzie what she had done to her mother, the rope forming two bands as it framed
her chest, and then securing the ropes behind her back. He then, very slowly, fed the shorter ropes
between her arms and body, looking at the way it made her look.
“Thank you,”
Suzie said as she twisted round. “What
do you think?”
Bernie blushed,
and then he leaned over, gently kissing Suzie on her lips. She smiled, and said “I’ll take that as you
like it. Now, put the blue cloth in my
mouth, and tie the two scarves over my eyes and mouth. Then do the last rope.”
“And after
that?”
“Well,” Suzie
said with a smile, “you can prepare some lunch for all of us? After you have watched me for a while?”
“Okay then,”
Bernie said as he folded the blue cloth, Suzie opening her mouth to allow him
to push it in, and then tied the folded black scarf round her head. As the
second one went over her eyes, and he secured the ends, she nodded and then
managed to lie face down, bending her legs as he tied her ankles to the chest
ropes.
She rolled onto
her side and wriggled round, as Bernie looked at her, smiling as he did
so. She was the one for him...
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