## On the balcony

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Jun 26, 2009 6:32 am

Summer had finally arrived and I thought Iâ€™d lay on the balcony to get some sun. I undressed and put on a pair of bathing trunks. Then I laid down on a mattress and closed my eyes to shield them from the sun. After about half an hour, I felt someone dripping COLD water on my stomach.
â€œWhat theâ€¦â€ I yelled and leapt up, at the same time trying to get a swing at the person dripping water on me.
â€œTake it easy, man!â€ my older brother said, in a startled voice, ducking under my swinging fist. â€œWhoa! Iâ€™m sorry! I didnâ€™t mean to scare you! Well, actually I did, but not that much!â€
â€œHow did you think Iâ€™d react, then? Huh? I was just trying to work on my tan and all of a sudden someone pours a â€¦ load of water on me! Of course Iâ€™m mad!â€
My brother left me with a mutter, that sounded very much like cursing and after a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, I went back to working on my tan.
Some time later, I could hear someone coming out on to the balcony. Suddenly, my arms were yanked back hard and I could feel handcuffs being put on my wrists. I, naturally, started swearing again. â€œWhat theâ€¦! Why canâ€™t I be left alone out here? MPH!!â€ It, of course, was my brother again! This time he had brought handcuffs and a ball gag. I tried to get up, but it was impossible with my hands held behind my back, so I just had to lay there.
Once my hands were secured behind my back with the handcuffs and I was silenced with the ball gag, he sat down in a chair in front of me.
â€œNow, little brother,â€ he said, â€œletâ€™s teach you some manners, shall we? Iâ€™m going to let you continue sunbathing, but I wonâ€™t let you out of the cuffs, or take off the gag, until Iâ€™m sure you wonâ€™t take a swing or swear at me again. Is that understood?â€
I nodded â€œyes, I understandâ€ and he left. But every so often he would return, and each time he would drip some water on me and ask, if I would be a good boy and each time, I would growl at him.
After a while though, I resigned to my fate and he let me go.
â€œThere,â€ he said with a wry smile. â€œIt wasnâ€™t so terrible, now was it?â€
I tell you, if looks could kill, I swear he would have died on the spot!
Whazzzz up!.