Girl Detectives in Training

Postby MrJones » Sat Jan 23, 2010 3:52 pm

As my first post here, I'm pleased to offer the following (wholly fictional) tale. Hopefully it will meet with the moderator's approval.

I also wish to offer my thanks to Mr. Mistoffelees, whom I followed here from his blog (and whom I also know from the Watertown "Girl Detectives in Trouble" forum).

Girl Detectives in Training

A living room like any living room across suburban America; wall-to-wall carpet, a sofa and loveseat, an easy chair, a coffee table, a couple of end tables and lamps, and (of course) the inevitable home entertainment center with the flatscreen television. The only unusual aspect was the two tied-up young girls writhing and wriggling on the floor in the center of the room.

Both girls were sixth-graders at St. Bernadette's Elementary, and both wore the traditional uniform: white long-sleeved button-down blouse, maroon sleeveless sweater vest, short pleated maroon-and-white plaid skirt, white knee socks, and shiny black Mary Jane shoes. The blonde's hair was neatly pulled back in a pony tail, while the redhead's cascaded loose around her shoulders. They lay side-by-side on their stomachs. Their wrists were tied together behind their backs with white nylon rope; their ankles were similarly bound. Moreover, their legs had been folded back and a length of rope connected their ankles to their wrists, leaving each girl in a tight hogtie. Balled-up handkerchiefs filled their mouths, secured in place by pillowcases used as cleave gags. Their struggles had left their skirts seriously askew, severely compromising both girls' modesty. Four green eyes stared intently at the stack of small red tubes, bound together by electrical tape and connected by wires to a timer which counted steadily down to zero, which rested on the carpet a foot or so in front of them.

As the timer continued its relentless, remorseless countdown, the girls' struggles grew more frenetic, more desperate, but no more effective. Their wrists and ankles remained securely tied. Then the digital display flashed "00:00". An annoying beeping sound filled the room -- and nothing else happened.

A few seconds later, a tall, lanky, teenaged boy strolled into the room. His short brown hair was neatly combed; he wore a St. Thomas High School sweatshirt and khaki slacks. Bright blue eyes regarded the tableau from behind wire-framed glasses. He picked up the fake dynamite prop and placed it on the coffee table, shutting off the alarm as he did. "Well," he said, kneeling beside the two girls, "let's see how you did."

He tested the redhead's bonds first. "Jill, you've got some slack here. A few more minutes, and you'd probably have gotten free. Good job, li'l sis!" He gave her an affectionate (if rather patronizing) pat on the head before moving over to the blonde. "Still pretty tight, Linda. Looks like you need more practice."

Having made this pronouncement, he sat back on his haunches and concluded, "Neither of you got loose in time, so you know what that means." Audible groans from both girls, as they did, indeed, know what that meant: they'd failed another of Tony's tie-up tests, and now they had to pay the price.

Linda watched as Tony first tightened the ropes around Jill's wrists, then freed her from the hogtie and untied her ankles. Standing himself, he lifted his sister to her feet, bent down, and scooped her up over his shoulder, wrapping both arms around her legs to hold her in place. For a few seconds he stood still, making minor adjustments to her position while she kicked and wriggled, showing off the hazards of being in the over-the-shoulder position while wearing a short skirt. Then he carried her off, out of the room and up the stairs.

The blonde girl had a pretty good idea where they were going, and she kept still, listening intently. Sure enough, less than a minute later, her ears picked up what she'd expected to hear: a rhythmic slapping sound, accompanied by Tony's soft voice and Jill's muffled squeals. Her suspicions were confirmed. Tony was spanking Jill.

That was the standard consequence for failing a tie-up test. Linda knew this well, because in month or so she and Jill had been taking these tests, neither girl had ever freed herself in time, and the result was always the same: a trip over Tony's knee.

As Linda listened to Jill's ongoing punishment, she pondered, again, questions she had no answers to. Why did Tony always spank them for failing one of his tests? Why did he always carry them into separate rooms instead of spanking them in front of each other? Did he spank Jill the same way he spanked Linda? Once he'd threatened to use a ping-pong paddle on them, but hadn't followed through -- leastwise, not with Linda, anyway. Tony may well have paddled Jill (Linda didn't know, and Jill wasn't telling), but he hadn't paddled Linda ... yet.

For that matter, when Tony carried them somewhere, why was it always over his shoulder? Why not cradled in his arms? Why did he untie their ankles (while leaving their wrists tied and their gags in place) before carrying them off and spanking them? And why did he insist that they always wear skirts? Although, to be fair, Tony had answered that last question ... sort of. Last week Linda has asked him if she could wear pants for that night's test. Tony looked at her like she'd grown a third head and responded, "Where's the fun in that?"

The biggest question puzzling Linda, though, was why, when failure was almost assured and the consequences so unpleasant, did she and Jill keep voluntarily taking these tests? She couldn't believe that Jill wanted that badly to be the next great girl detective -- although Linda did have to admit that her best friend was the most determined person she'd ever met. Jill and Tony had grown up together, after all, and who knew how often he'd spanked her over the years? Maybe she was used to it by now.

As for herself, well, again Linda had more questions than answers. She'd had a crush on Tony for almost as long as she'd known Jill, and having his undivided attention was still thrilling. Getting spanked by him was another matter, though. It wasn't like he reduced her to tears or left bruises or anything like that (although he did spank hard to enough to make the sting last for quite some time afterwards). And, Linda (who'd been drilled by her mother about ladylike behavior ever since she'd gotten out of training pants) had to admit, there was something about being face-down across Tony's lap with her skirt turned up, and being helpless to do anything about it, that sent a (surprisingly pleasant) chill up her spine. That still didn't mean she liked it. For one thing, he wasn't even related to her, and for another, she was too old to be spanked! Leastwise, that's what her parents told her when they stopped spanking her a couple of years ago. Tony, apparently, had a different opinion.

Footsteps on the stairs interrupted Linda's reverie. Well, she thought as Tony re-entered the room, whether I like it or not, looks like it's about to happen ... again.

Once more, Tony knelt by the hogtied girl. "Your turn, Linda." As he moved to untie her, his fingers brushed against her ribcage. Linda had extremely sensitive skin, and the contact produced an involuntary wriggle and a muffled squeal.

"Now, now, Linda," Tony chided. "If you don't hold still, I won't be able to untie you." His fingers traveled along her ribs again. If you want me to hold still, Linda thought while doing her best to squirm away, quit tickling me!

Tony's other hand suddenly joined in, attacking Linda's other side. The first contacts may have been accidental, but there could be no doubting Tony's intentions now.

The teen tickled the girl's ribs for a few more seconds before burying both hands in her armpits. Linda thrashed about, filling her gag with muffled laughter, but her bonds held firm, leaving no escape from the merciless tickling.

At last, when Linda felt her lungs would burst from laughing, Tony stopped tickling her. He watched as her laughter slowly subsided, giving her time to get her breath and composure back. Tears poured from Linda's eyes. Her face felt flushed; her hair matted against her forehead with sweat. And her skirt -- well, right now it was giving her no coverage whatsoever.

When Linda's labored breathing finally returned to normal, Tony released the hogtie and untied her ankles. What now, Linda thought, is he going to carry me off and spank me? She didn't think she could take a spanking after what she'd already been through.

But spanking, it seemed, wasn't on her agenda tonight. Instead, Tony untied Linda's wrists, then sat back and watched as she rolled over, sat up, straightened her skirt, removed her gag, and spat out the handkerchief. He assisted her to her feet; she felt woozy and rubbery-legged, both from the exertion and from being hogtied for so long.

"Now, Linda," the teen said, looking deep into the young girl's eyes, "I know that wasn't very pleasant for you. But if you'd been really tied up, and that had been a real bomb, you'd be dead now." He paused to let that sink in before continuing. "If you're going to be a real detective, you've got to be able to handle situations like this." Linda knew this was a watered-down version of the lecture Tony usually gave when he spanked her. She tried to pay attention, but her mind kept wandering onto just how blue Tony's eyes really were ...

Tony finally turned away. "C'mon, let's go." He led her out of the room and up the stairs. So he's not going to spank me, then, Linda thought as she followed along. Why did she feel disappointed? Another question with no answer ...

They entered Jill's bedroom. The redhead lay face-down on her bed, her wrists still tied behind her and her gag still in place. Tony untied and ungagged her, then checked his watch as she stood up, rubbing her wrists. "There's time for one more test before Mom and Dad get home," he announced. "Linda, it's your turn to pick."

Jill opened a dresser drawer and took out a quart-sized mayonnaise jar filled with folded-up slips of paper. She removed the lid and offered the jar to Linda, who reached in, fished around, selected a slip, and handed it to Tony. He unfolded the paper and read aloud:

"The evil villain has captured you and suspended you over a vat of acid. You have ten minutes to get free before the rope breaks, plunging you to your doom." He regarded the girls with his arms folded, one finger tapping against his lips. "No," he finally said, I don't think schoolgirls would be right for this test. I think cheerleaders would be better." He checked his watch again. "You've got five minutes to get changed, or --"

"Or what?" Jill interrupted, her voice sullen. "Or you'll spank me again? You're already going to do that."

Tony apparently decided he'd applied enough of the stick and decided to switch to the carrot. "Tell you what," he replied. "If you hurry up and change your clothes, this time, when you don't get untied in time," (Jill visibly bristled at his implication), "maybe you won't get spanked." Then he leaned over and murmured in Linda's ear, "And maybe you will." Without another word, he left the room, shutting the door behind him, and leaving Linda with one final unanswered question: why had she gone all red-faced and rubbery-legged again?
Last edited by MrJones on Thu Jul 04, 2013 5:54 pm, edited 3 times in total.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby althalusdavis » Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:50 pm

Nice story :)

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby MrJones » Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:04 pm

Thanks. The lack of response had me wondering whether I should continue this or not. I am still getting plenty of views, though, so perhaps I will after all.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby Albert » Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:36 am

Need guys Detectives to counter Girl Detectives as RIVALS!

Good story btw.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby bondagefan » Wed Feb 03, 2010 1:33 am

Great story will there be moreoalong this line?

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby Zaphod » Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:18 am

I just found this story, and I'm really looking forward to reading the next chapter. Count me one of those who would like you to post the continuation.

Thanks, MrJones!

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby lolzintarnets » Wed Feb 03, 2010 5:49 am

If you post more, I'll definitely read it. Can't wait for a new chapter :).

And no, this story doesn't need boy detectives. Too many /m stories here already rofl - this is a nice change of pace *Nods*.

Well, MrJones...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Feb 03, 2010 12:16 pm

...this is some very unique practice in the finer points of girl-sleuthing! Getting captured by the bad guys and all... :D

But surely there are more scenarios for them to practice?...
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Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby MrJones » Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:28 pm

Thanks to everyone for their comments. I am working on part 2; we'll see how it goes from there.

Those hoping for boys to join Jill and Linda in their tie-up tests will have to look elsewhere, though, I'm afraid.

And an aside to Mister Mistoffelees: any guesses as to who my GDIT forum persona is?

Re: Girl Detectives in Training

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:39 pm

And an aside to Mister Mistoffelees: any guesses as to who my GDIT forum persona is?

I'm sure I don't know! I'm definitely better at writing mysteries than solving them... :)
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