Ropes and Skates (Good Combination?) Part 3: More Fun

Postby jennifer » Wed Feb 11, 2009 10:10 am

Hello again everyone. I am moving onto the third part of this story. I suppose that the title for this part of the story isn’t quite as fitting as I usually try for. After all, I wasn’t wearing skates during this section. This part covers what happened from the time Shelly got her hands tied to the time we returned to skating after lunch. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Shelly and I had been sitting next to each other talking about the trip and the rest of our summer plans for about half an hour or so. Shelly had studied the ropes on her wrists more than once and given them a few good tugs without much success in her pursuit of escape. Sean was a real expert with ropes and we weren’t getting out of this without some outside help. I might have been able to untie her if we faced our backs to each other, but that thought hadn’t crossed our minds yet. Besides neither of us really wanted to get out in the immediate vicinity. I was still pretty excited about the trip. We had been planning it for the better part of 2 years now. Amy was finally old enough to go with us. Everything had fallen into place with everyone getting off from work. Shelly was sharing some of her plans with me as well. After a while, Sean finally looked up at the two of us. I could tell from the look on his face that he was a little annoyed with us.

“Could you two keep it down a little, it’s hard to read with all the background noise you two are putting out. Either keep it down or go hold your conversation someplace else.” Shelly and I looked at each other. The request wasn’t an unreasonable one. My brother had been more than patient with the both of us, but we were disrupting his day too. “You want to go see what the others are up to?” Shelly asked me suddenly drawing on the hint from Sean. I nodded and told her to lead the way. The two of us rose from where we had been sitting and left the pavilion down the trail towards the playground. Our conversation went with us as we left Sean in peace to continue reading his book. The day was warm and there was a gentle breeze mixed in with the sunshine. The perfect day for a walk.

The whole idea of two teenage girls walking down a sidewalk with their hands tied behind their backs might seem a little strange to an observer. We had chosen the park because we knew how unlikely it would be to see someone else here on a Tuesday morning. The whole area we were in was cut off from the view of the road by the woods. The whole parking lot had been empty on our arrival and the only other way to reach the park was off the bike trail we had come by. Other than being a little embarrassing it probably wouldn’t have been all that big of a deal if someone had seen us tied up. However, we didn’t have to worry about that because it didn’t happen. Besides, with the 7 of us there and all being experts in knots we could have gotten free easily if someone did show up. Sean had a good view of the parking long at he had told us he would let us know if someone else came around. Really, this park was our secret place to just hang out and have a good time away from home. It had been for years.

Shelly and I cross what was probably 70 to 100 feet of sidewalk before we came to where the playground met the side walk. The whole playground was probably at least 200 feet across and the whole things was built like a giant wooden fort with lost of climbing equipment and slides. We didn’t see the group when we reached the entrance, so we headed inside and decided to scout for them. It was a short look. Finding 3 teenagers and a 6 year old on a playground didn’t prove to be very challenging. Especially when they were all grouped together around the swings. The swings were at the rear of the playground and really the only thing big enough to accommodate kids of our age around here. I suppose that we were really big for them as well, but that didn’t matter. We found amber lounging in a large tire swing. The tire was on it’s side supported horizontally by three chains hanging down from the wooden framework above. She was laying in it like a big inner tube looking up at the sky while it rocked back and forth slowly. Her hands were still tied together in front of her.

Brandon was only a few feet way from her sitting on a normal swing letting it settle at rest. The two of them acknowledged our approach as we came from around the corner of the normal equipment. “Well you two finally managed to work your way over here.” Amber commented as we approached. She took hold of one of the support chains with her bound hands and pulled herself upwards into a sitting positions. “I see your still tied up too.” Amber commented looking towards me. I returned a smile and turned my back showing her the ropes that secured my hands. “You too huh Shelly?” She added looking at the placement of Shelly’s arms. My two friends exchanged some words back and forth between them commenting on Sean’s rope work and what was going on. I asked where Amy and Scott were and Amber shot me a quick glance down towards the end of the swings to where my brother and little sister were located. Brandon just rocked back and fourth on the swing as the two of us passed.

Amy was located riding on a swing at the end of the row. Scott was behind her pushing her up in the air. My brother looked over as the two of us approached. Even though his face turned towards us, his concentration on moving the swing forward remained unbroken. My brother was still free from his ropes as he had been earlier when he departed from the pavilion. Amy on the other hand was too busy with her situation to notice as the two of us approached. The expression on her face was a mix of fun and unease at the same time. She was moving quite fast in the swing and her eyes kept looking worriedly at the ground as she glided over it. I caught a couple of glimpses of her as she passed at a rather quick pace and I soon saw the reason for her concern.

Apparently we had brought 4 pieces of rope and Scott had put the final one to use on my little sister. I could clearly tell from where I was standing that her hands were folded behind her back and they were probably tied there. I would learn later in the day that they were tied behind her back. Amy was gliding back and fourth rather quickly. Her instincts told her to hold on and steady herself, but with her hands tied she couldn’t. Scott looked over at the two of us to see how we were doing. He caught hold of the back of Amy’s swing as the two of us approached and brought it to a halt. Mostly to avoid the risk of it colliding with one of us. “So, you two finally found your way over here. I see Sean has sent me another two captives to keep an eye on.” Scott said sarcastically looking down at my little sister in the swing in front of him. Shelly and I returned the smile. “We were just wondering what you were all up to over here. It was getting a little boring just sitting around in the pavilion tied up like this.” I commented showing my bound hands to illustrate my point.

“Besides, Sean chased us away so that he could have some peace and quiet to finish his reading.” Shelly added. Scott nodded and filled us in, “ Yeah, we just came over so that Amy could climb around for a bit. She saw you tied up all the way down here and she thought she should be too. I didn’t see the harm in it since she was off her skates now. We tried climbing around on the equipment a little more, but our little friend here wasn’t too good at it with her hands tied. So, the 4 of us came over here to take a rest from all the walking around.” Amy gave me a quick smirk from her perch on the swing and added a few more details. Most of it was about her exploration of the playground and the details leading to her being tied up by Scott. It was the long version of Scott’s story from her perspective. After she got through a lot of it, Scott cut her off and continued. “Amber, Brandon and myself decided to take a short rest on the swings here. Amy decided to join us, but she couldn’t swing with her hands tied.”

Amy had just recently become aware of how to power herself on a swing by pumping her legs back and fourth. But, with her hands tied I imagined that it would be quite impossible for her to do it. “After she sat there and watched us swing for a while, she wanted to join us and asked me if I would push her.” Scott continued. “So, I figured there really wasn’t any harm in it. So, I moved her to a safer swing and you just came up on us as we were in the middle of the ride.” My brother finished. “Are you done talking? I’m bored. I want another push.” My little sister interjected with an annoyed look on her face. I could tell from the tone that she was upset with our interruption to her ride on the swing. Amy swung her legs back and fourth a little bit, but the swing didn’t collect any momentum from her effort. It was too heavy for her to move the way she was seated. Scott apologized and resumed pushing her once he was sure that we were clear of the swing’s path.

I didn’t blame Amy for being a little upset at the sudden stop of her ride. If I had been in her situation I would want it to continue as well. Sitting still would be pretty boring as she was situated. I guess I should comment on what I mean by a safer swing. Scott knew that there was no way that Amy could hold onto a normal swing with her hands tied behind her back the way they were. He had chosen to move my younger sister into a swing that was there for younger children that she would have a hard time falling out of. The swing itself was set a good 3 feet or so off the ground and consisted of a molded red plastic seat with sides that came up to about her elbows. It was mostly meant for children too young to swing on there own, but it was more than study enough. I probably could have fit in it at that age. The swing was supported by 4 chains that attached at the top an front of the seat that connected to the two that it hanged from on top. She was seated back in the swing with her legs hanging over the side of the front just past her knees.

Additionally, the swing was equipped with a branching piece of chain wrapped in a plastic coding in front. The chain came up the middle of the front of the seat and divided forming a T-bar at the front of the swing. The ends of each side attached at the top of the swing with a clip similar to the ones on the end of a dog leash. The swing was also equipped with a 2 inch fatex lap seat belt. Scott had strapped my little sister in and put the front bar in place. Even with her hands tied behind her back, Amy was in no danger of falling out of the swing. I doubt that she could have gotten out of it if she wanted to. My little sister didn’t seem to mind while it was moving, but she didn’t want it to stay still. Scott continued to push the swing with my little sister in it while we talked. I walked down two swings and seated myself on the seat of one of the adjacent swings. I couldn’t swing any better than my little sister with my arms bound behind me, but I could at least get off my feet for a little while.


I watched as Scott began adding some more momentum to Amy’s ride from a ways back. My sister seemed to be enjoying herself pretty well. Shelly moved downwards one swing from where I was seated and took up a perch similar to my own. Once a little bit of time passed, the two of us picked up with our conversation where we left off. It was a rather pleasant summer day out. Not too hot, with a little bit of a breeze. Just a good day to sit and watch the world go by. Our current activities continued for about another half to two thirds of an hour. Amy continued her ride and we continued to talk. Finally, Scott brought the swing to a stop and went about the process of getting my sister out of the swing. He undid the from T-chain and released the seat belt. Then he lifted Amy down onto the ground.

“So, Amy did you have fun?” He asked. My little sister responded in the positive. Next, Scott offered to untie her and Amy agreed with it. She had been tied up for quite a while now, and was ready to be let go. Scott untied the ropes freeing her little hands and then deposited it in his pocket after coiling the rope up. “There is that better?” Scott asked as he observed my little sister rubbing some feeling back into her hands. Amy again nodded and announce publicly that she was glad to be free of the ropes. Scott left her side for a moment and approached Shelly and myself. He offered to extend the same courtesy to us that he just had to my little sister. I had been tied up for a couple of hours now and I was starting to get a little sore from having my hands bound for so long.

So, when Scott asked, “How about you Jen, do you want me to untie you also?” I replied that I was ready for a break from the whole ordeal as well. Scott helped lift me up from the swing and spun me around to get better access to my hands. It took him a little longer to free me than it did Amy. Sean’s rope work was always top notch and it took a while to loosen it. However, after a few minutes, I was free standing to my brother’s left rubbing circulation back into my own arms. I really wasn’t that sore from the whole experience. My wrist guards put a layer of plastic between most of the ropes and my bare skin. Still, keeping my arms in that position for that length of time had a draining affect on me. I was glad for a break from the ropes.

While I was recovering, Scott moved onto freeing Shelly from her restraints as well. She hadn’t been tied up for as long as I was, but she didn’t want to be the only one with her hands tied if the rest of us were going to be free. Sean had done a quicker job on my friend than myself, so it didn’t take as long to free her. Still she was captive for a few more minutes than I was. I looked down the way and saw Brandon untying Amber’s hands as well. I guess it was time for a break for everyone from being tied up. Scott undid the last coil of rope from Shelly’s wrists and began to coil up the rope neatly for later use. He wrapped it’s length into several short coils and tied it off in the middle. Then my brother placed it back in his pocket with the other bundles for later use.

“Well, now that everyone’s free I don’t know about all you girls, but I am starting to get hungry. What do you say that we take this break as an opportunity to eat some lunch?” Brandon offered to the group. He was on his way over to Scott to return the final piece of rope that he had taken from Amber. The discussion on the matter was a short one at best. It only took a short amount of time for the five of us to reach a consensus on the subject. Scott piled the last coil of rope into his pocket and our group began it’s departure from the playground. The walk back to the pavilion was a short one with everyone in good spirits. We crossed the sidewalk that we hand come here on towards our returning destination.

When we arrived, Amber interrupted my eldest brother about our plans and reason for returning. It was getting later in the morning and lunch sounded good about that time of day. Sean was in agreement with the rest of us that he could use a break from his reading. So, my brother put his book down marking his page with a piece of paper. He had made some progress by the number of pages that had been displaced. It was probably going on eleven or eleven thirty in the morning and a good time for some refreshments. Scott unpacked the small cooler and I grabbed the large paper grocery bag from the back of the bike trailer. Lunch wasn’t really anything that would be all that fancy. Mostly just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a shared large bag of potato chips. It wasn’t the best food ever, but it kept well in the heat and there wasn’t anyone in the group who didn’t care for it.

I began to distribute the 10 sandwiches or so to their various eaters. Some of the boys were having two, and Amy was only having half of one. Meanwhile, Sean popped open the cooler and passed out a can of pop to everyone. The beverages had been kept cool with a couple of ice packs so at least we had some relief from the heat. Everyone also got a napkin to put a hand full of chips on. With all the foot distributed, I finally sat down with the rest of my siblings and friends to have something to eat. Those of us who still had helmets on at this point undid the chin straps and set them on the table. I hadn’t removed my pads yet mostly because my hands had been tied. With my hands finally free it felt good to get the helmet off and made it more comfortable to eat the meal. The remainder of my gear stayed in place. Mostly because I planned on doing some more skating shortly following the meal and didn’t feel like taking everything on and off again.

The seven of us ate lunch quickly with a mixed variety of conversation. Mostly what the plans would be for the rest of the day. Most of us were going back to skating after the meal We had be given ample time to rest from the trip down. Sean would continue working on his book while the rest of us skated up around on the basket ball court. We would allow a little more time for a second rest and then take the trail back home. We planned to be back in time for dinner and for our friends to make the trip home with time to spare. So, we wanted to leave the school around four a little after in the afternoon. It didn’t take long for us to finish eating. Once we were done, Sean and I tidied up the trash while everyone else got ready to go back to skating. After that my skates and helmet were back on and we were on our way up towards the court.

I am going to stop this story here for the time being. We skate more that afternoon and ropes came into play. Like I said earlier, I don’t recommend trying this at home. In the next part you’ll all find out why. So, stay tuned. Feel free to drop me any comments or questions if you want.

Jennifer

Re: Ropes and Skates (Good Combination?) Part 3: More Fun

Postby ReaderG » Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:05 pm

Good story as usual. Jen!

If I saw four girls tied up in my local park, I would call the Police first and ask questions later. You were blessed to have such a safe place to grow up. Likewise, Sean and Scott knew what they were doing and wouldn't allow intentional harm to come to you. As always I am looking forward to the next tale. Thanks!
Gerry