## “Now you know what happens to naughty boys,”

Post by reddwarf123 » Mon Jul 30, 2012 1:38 pm

Hi guys, this is my first post in a while because of GCSEs and a severely broken wrist meaning I havn’t had the time or energy to post recently (you try typing with one hand).
This is a TUG that happened 5 years ago and I can’t remember it completely accurately, but I’m putting it in the “True Tugs” section because I can remember the main details. Either way, I’m going to fill in the blanks to some parts. ENJOY!!!
It was 6pm on a cool July evening when my parents were waving me goodbye and handing responsibilities over to my 16 year old babysitter (let’s call her Adele). I was 10 years old at this time, wearing my Leicester City football top and beige ¾ length cargo shorts. Adele wore a grey T-shirt which accompanied her Wrangler jeans. Standing at about 5 foot 11, she towered over me, so much so that her brunette pony tail seem about as close as the moon from my height.
Adele had put down her bag and set up her laptop, clearly expecting me to go and amuse myself while she worked. Unaware of this, I began pestering her for things; asking her to play with me, to make desert or to put a film on. Eventually, she slammed her looked up from her laptop and said in a stern voice “I am not going to spend until you go to bed listening to you whine at me, so either go amuse yourself or you will be sorry!” Being 10 years old, I saw this as an opportunity to test the boundaries and I slunked over to her laptop, leaned over the keyboard, and yanked out the wireless internet dongle she was using.
In a flash, Adele slammed shut her laptop and grabbed her bag, removing a roll of duct tape and ushering me upstairs. She sat me on my bed and wrapped duct tape around my bare wrists in front of me before doing the same around my ankles. “Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be one minute. If I see you’ve moved then I will make it worse for you” Commanded Adele before she went downstairs. Stunned by this outburst, I wiggled onto my feet and hopped over to the banister near the stairs, peering over, all I saw was a stern face before I was back on my bed. “I warned you, but you pushed me again!” Exclaimed Adele again as she pulled the tape out again and wrapped it around my knees under the ¾ lengths. She then positioned me on at the bottom of my double bed (yes, I was that spoilt) and began to wrap me in my blanket, being summer my blanket was very thin, identical to this… (http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=summer ... s:20,i:172 ) She started by positioning my body so that from beyond my feet to my shoulders were going to be wrapped up. She then grabbed the end closest to my feet and wrapped it around my already bound legs before rolling me over completely, taking the blanket with me thus starting the roll. She then continued to roll me up in the blanket, but after every half revolution I performed, she would push me back and pull the blanket taught, making it much tighter than other times I’ve been rolled up in a blanket. This meant that by the time we I reached the end of the blanket, I was so tightly wrapped up I could only wiggle my toes. Adele then loomed over me and said “Can you breathe okay?” To which I nodded. She then secured the blanket with about a dozen safety pins.
“Now you know what happens to naughty boys,” Adele taunted “but, don’t think I haven’t forgotten your little adventure when I told you to stay put!” As she said this, she picked up one of my small (and thankfully clean) trainer liner socks and a large sticking plaster. I squirmed in my tiny cloth prison but Adele held down my head and forced my tiny sock into my mouth before sealing my mouth shut with the sticking plaster. “Don’t worry, it’s designed to not hurt when you pull it off and it’s non-water proof. At least now I’ll have some peace and quiet” Chuckled Adele before she grabbed a roll of self-adhesive bandage and wrapped it around my eyes, the last thing I saw being her mischievous smile. “See, I came prepared young Ben.” I felt myself being lifted up and taken downstairs onto I assumed the floor when Adele said “If you’re a good boy I’ll let you out early”.
I wriggled in my bonds but I couldn’t even budge an inch which was a strange sensation for me. I had played tie up games with friends before but I had always eventually been able to escape with escape visible from the beginning. This was completely different though; I had no means of escape and was completely helpless which was so exciting in a way. I assume that even at this early age I was both exhilarated and relaxed at the same time, safe in the knowledge that there was absolutely nothing I could do at this point in time and perhaps, nothing I wanted to do in this state.
I could feel my hands sweating under the wrist bonds so I decided to try and struggle once again. The bonds still refused to budge, she had wrapped me so expertly with my legs being hugged just as tightly as my torso. Then I heard “Well, times up! Would you like me to untie you?” I shook my head and grunted before wriggling against my bonds simply because it reminded me of my helplessness.
What felt like an age passed which solely contained intermittent periods of me struggling and lying still, exhausted. Eventually, Adele asked “Would you like to be untied now?” I nodded in agreement. I heard the clicks of the pins being removed before she unrolled my from the blanket and cut my bonds loose. With my hands free, I removed the bandage from over my eyes and began to take my gag off. “Ah ah! Leave it; I know a good way to take it off painlessly. Go upstairs and wash your face in lots of water, it’ll just wash off”. I went upstairs and washed my face before peeling the plaster off, no marks on my face. The cold water was refreshing to my skin. I looked at the clock 9pm, I HAD BEEN TIED UP FOR 6 HOURS! Oh wait, I still hadn’t mastered reading the clock, only 2 hours. It had taken its toll though. I was ready to sleep, at 9, on a Friday!
Adele came up with my blanket and put me to bed, I slept like a rock that night. When I woke up it was morning and Adele had gone. I never saw Adele again after that night, the girl who hooked me on being tied up had descended upon me, only to vanish equally as quickly as she arrived.
So, that’s the story of how I became interested in tie up games. I hope you enjoyed it and any feedback is always a nice gesture.
Thank you and goodbye, for now.
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### Re: “Now you know what happens to naughty boys,”

Post by Jack Roper » Mon Jul 30, 2012 1:59 pm

Excellent post--and a true story too.
I hope you had Adele babysit you a few more times at least, and that you irritated her just enough.
Good luck with the broken wrist too.

### Re: “Now you know what happens to naughty boys,”

Post by xtc » Mon Jul 30, 2012 2:06 pm

Good writing. Thanks for sharing and I hope you are fully recovered.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: “Now you know what happens to naughty boys,”

Post by Spreadeagle » Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:10 pm

hey man, enjoyed the story, you were very lucky werent you. Wuld have been better if youwere wearing a Northampton Shirt!! Best of luck with the wrist,well done for writing so much.
Always looking for new TUG buddies