Postby jennybond » Sat Nov 07, 2015 3:37 am
Chapter 3
Despite her aweful situation Becky did eventually manage to sleep.
She was woke up by Aunty Em and to her surprise all her ropes and been removed, and once she was awake Aunty Em removed her gag.
“Good Morning Rebecca I trust you slept well.”
“What do you think? I was tied up all night.” Becky snapped.
“My my, someone has woke up in a foul mood this morning haven’t they? Come on get yourself washed and changed you’ll feel much better, breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes don’t miss it.”
Aunty Em left Becky to get herself ready, Becky had no intention of missing breakfast as she hadn’t eaten since lunch time the previous day.
She gave herself a quick wash and changed into clean clothes which were, white NIKE track pants and a white vest top, she had every intention of coming back up after breakfast and having a long soak in the bath to try and relieve her aching body after being tied up for such a long time.
When she went into the kitchen for breakfast Aunty Em told her to help herself to cereal and fruit juice which were laid out on the kitchen work top, this was followed by scrambled eggs on brown toast.
Aunty Em was surprisingly pleasant during breakfast, chatting to Becky about her mum’s illness and reassuring her that her mum would be fine after her operation, they she asked Becky about school and what she planned to do when she left.
Becky couldn’t believe this was the same woman that had just left her tied up and gagged all night.
After breakfast Aunty Em’s mood changed slightly as she handed Becky and typed sheet of paper.
“Here are your chores for today Rebecca.”
Becky read the sheet.
Clean up after breakfast, wash, dry and put away dishes.
Vacuum and dust the whole house from top to bottom (But do not go into my room)
Clean main bathroom and toilet.
REMEMBER MY HIGH STANDARDS I WANT EVERYTHING SPOTLESS.
“If you crack on you should be finished for lunch time and then you can have the afternoon to yourself, everything you’ll need is kept in the cupboard under the stairs.” Aunty Em told her once she’d finished reading.
“Finished for lunch time who is she kidding?” Becky thought to herself.
Becky immediately made a start on the breakfast dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen.
Once she was satisfied that it would be up to her Aunts standard she decided to start her vacuuming in the lounge, after a short while the loud vacuum cleaner switched off, Becky turned around to see Aunty Em holding the power plug in her hand.
“Sorry to stop you Rebecca but I’d like a quick word. I shall be going out shortly for most of the day, you carry on with your work, and I’ve left you sandwiches and ice lemonade in the fridge for your lunch. I should be home in plenty of time to prepare dinner. Remember dear when you clean upstairs don’t do my room I do that myself. See you later.”
“Bye Aunty Em.”
“No you won’t see me later bitch because I’m out of here the moment you’re gone.” Becky said herself once the vacuum was switched back on.
Once Becky heard her aunt leave she rushed upstairs and threw all her belongings in her case, she waited a few minutes in case her aunt came back having forgotten something, before heading to the front door.
“BITCH SHE’S LOCKED IT.” She screamed trying to turn the handle.
She headed straight to the back door only find that locked and the key nowhere to be seen.
“Windows.” She said out loud.
To her horror and disappointed Aunty Em had locked all the downstairs windows too, she went upstairs only to find the same, every door and window in the house was locked and the keys were nowhere to be found. She then remembered the telephone in the hall, she rushed back downstairs only to find the telephone had been unplugged and taken away.
“BITCH.” Becky screamed out loud.
“It must be in her room, that’s why she doesn’t want me to go in there.” She thought.
She paused for a moment outside her aunts rooms, even though she knew the room was empty she still felt like she had a million butterflies flying around in her tummy.
Finally she pulled herself together and slowly opened the door, the room was dark because the blackout blind was pulled down as it always was. Becky switched on the light. and she was horrified by what she saw, the walls of the room were decorated with canes, whips, riding crops, paddles, and various others things which could be used to punish someone, also on the walls were framed photos her aunt hand cut from magazines of girls being punished, many were bound and gagged too.
“No wonder she didn’t want me to come in here.” She said to herself as she looked around.
Then she remembered the reason she was in the room and began searching for the telephone or possibly even her own mobile phone.
She opened a cupboard only to find it full of scrapbooks, Becky opened one of the books it too was full of cut out photos and stories of girls being punished, as were all the others.
“I take no pleasure from caning you Rebecca. Lying bitch she gets off on this kind of stuff.” Becky said to herself out loud again.
She continued with her search but never found the telephone or mobile but she did find more scrapbooks filled with spanking photos and stories.
Becky returned to her room dejectedly and slumped on her bed and began to cry, this crazy bitch was keeping her prisoner.
She soon realized she’d better finish her chores before her aunt got home or she’d be punished like one of the girls in the photos.
After a few hours all her chores were done and she was satisfied her work was up to her aunt’s high standard, she went into the lounge and slumped on the sofa exhausted, and she soon dozed off.
She was awoken by the sound of her aunt coming home.
“Good afternoon Rebecca, chores all done are they?”
“Yes Aunty Em.”
“Good girl.”
“I was going to go for a walk down to the sea front this afternoon it’s too nice to stay indoors, but you locked the doors.” Becky nervously said.
“OH my god you poor girl, I’m so sorry it’s force of habit locking the door behind me when I go out, I’m a stupid old woman aren’t I? I’ll have to get you your own key cut tomorrow in case I do it again.”
Becky knew her aunt was anything but a stupid old woman
“What’s happened to the telephone I was going to phone my boyfriend?”
“That stupid old phone has being playing up for weeks this morning when I tried to call a taxi it wouldn’t work at all so I decided to throw it away,
I’ll get a new tomorrow when I’m in town getting your key cut. You poor girl, you must have thought I’m keeping you prisoner in my house. I’ll tell you what as an apology why don’t we go out for dinner this this evening there is a lovely Italian restaurant in the village or would you prefer Chinese?”
“Italian sounds nice. Thank you.”
“That’s sorted then and when we get home I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll get to know each other a little better with good old girlie night in.
Aunty Em sounded so convincing, Becky now didn’t know what was going on.
“I’ll go and get showered and changed if you don’t mind Aunty Em I’m hot and sweaty after doing my chores.”
“Of course not my dear, be ready for around six o’clock.” Aunty Em replied with a gentile smile.
Becky showered and dried her hair, she put on clean bra and panties and then she decided to lie on her bed for a while as it still too early to get dressed for going out.
Just then the door to her room burst open and Aunty Em stormed in her face was blood red with anger.
“I thought I told you to stay away from my room?”
“I haven’t been in your room.” Becky replied.
“Don’t lie Rebecca it will only make things worse for you. I know you’ve been in my room.”
“I haven’t honestly.” Becky replied.
“Then explain this.” Aunty Em said holding up a photo, of a girl in her underwear bent over the back of a chair her hands were tied to the front legs of the chair, and she had a large red ball gag strapped in her mouth, a stern looking woman was standing behind her holding a wooden paddle in her hand.
“What?” Becky replied.
“I just found this on my bedroom floor it had dropped out of one of my scrapbooks, you’ve been routing haven’t you missy?”
“I was looking for my phone, that’s all.” Becky sobbed.
“What in my private scrapbooks?”
“I’m sorry Aunty Emily please don’t punish me.” Becky sobbed.
“Save your breath young lady, I trusted you enough to leave you alone today and this is how you repay my trust. You’re going to be sorry my girl.”
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jennybond on Sat Nov 07, 2015 8:01 am, edited 1 time in total.
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