Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby MrJones » Sun Mar 14, 2010 5:11 am

Here's the sequel to Girl Detectives in Training. Hope you enjoy it!

Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

"Well," Jill said after Tony's departure, "I suppose we'd better get changed." She kicked off her shoes and pulled her vest off over her head. Linda also started getting undressed.

The previous fall, both girls had served on the cheerleading squad for their neighborhood youth football team. Their uniforms consisted of white long-sleeved turtleneck sweaters, green sleeveless jerseys with the letter "J" (for Jets) embroidered on the front, and the requisite short green skirts. White knee socks (the same socks they were wearing) and saddle shoes completed the ensemble. During the football season, they'd worn green briefs beneath their skirts; however, Tony confiscated those the first time he'd decreed they be cheerleaders for one of his tests. Their protests had only gotten them a longer tie-up session -- and a longer, harder spanking at its end.

With their clothes changed and their hair done up in pigtails, the two trooped downstairs. They found Tony seated on the living room sofa, ropes and gags laid out on the floor. "You're early," he informed them. "Very good. Now. You've run into a knockout gas trap. The gas has rendered you unconscious." Jill and Linda dutifully stretched themselves out, face down, on the carpet. That was typical, Linda thought; whether by chloroform, knockout gas, or (more rarely) blows to the head, Tony always made them unconscious before tying them up.

Tony started with his sister. He crossed her arms behind her back, wrapped a length of rope around her wrists, and tied it off tight. "Why isn't the knockout gas affecting you?" Jill asked.

"The gas has dissipated already, and anyway I'm wearing a gas mask," Tony replied. He silenced his sister by stuffing a wadded-up handkerchief in her mouth and cleave-gagging her with a pillowcase. Then he bound and gagged Linda in the same fashion. That was one good thing about Tony, Linda thought as she accepted her gag. At least he used a clean handkerchief and pillowcase each time.

When Tony finished with both girls, he lifted Jill to her feet and tossed her over his shoulder as before. The cheerleader skirts were even shorter than their schoolgirl skirts, making Jill's exposure just that much more pronounced. Apparently forgetting she was supposed to be unconscious, the redhead kicked and wriggled as her big brother carried her out of the room.

This was an unusual turn of events; up till now, all their tests had taken place in the living room. Linda listened intently as Tony carried Jill through the kitchen and into the garage. He must have left the door open, because she could clearly hear him say, "Well, how did you think we were going to do this?" over Jill's muffled squawks. Linda wasn't really good at deciphering her friend's gagspeak, but Jill didn't sound at all happy.

For a moment, Linda considered trying to loosen her bonds, or even getting to her feet and running away to hide. Then she reconsidered. So far as she knew, she was still under the effects of the knockout gas. Disobeying Tony's instructions would only cause her more trouble in the end (pun not intended). So, she was still lying on her stomach, not moving a muscle and even with her eyes shut, when Tony came back into the room.

"Very good, Linda," he complimented her. "Nice to see you were paying attention." He rolled her over and lifted her to her feet, then up and over his shoulder. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't keep from kicking as she settled into place. "Hold still," he admonished, giving her a stinging swat to reinforce his point. That effectively discouraged any further struggles on her part.

Until, that is, they got to the garage and she saw what Tony had in store for her. On the garage floor were two air mattresses. Lying on one was a long length of rope, one end of which was tied in what looked like a hangman's noose. Jill hung suspended by her ankles above the other. Surely Tony didn't intend to do the same thing to Linda!

But, when he set her down on the air mattress and tried to stick her feet through the noose, she realized that's exactly what he meant to do. Well, she wasn't about to cooperate with this indignity! She thrashed around, kicking furiously and making negative "Nmmph!" noises through her gag. Tony finally had to resort to lying on top of her legs and pinning them down with his body weight before he got the rope around both ankles and pulled it tight. Then he stood up, threw the other end of the rope over a rafter, and hauled Linda up until she, too, hung suspended, her head a foot or so above the air mattress.

"Okay," he said, breathing heavily from the exertion. "You've got ten minutes to escape. The clock is running." Without another word, he left the garage.

The blood rushed to Linda's head. She looked around to see how long they had left, but Tony, who usually left some sort of clock visible, hadn't this time. She guessed they'd have to depend on him to keep track of time. She set about trying to free herself, twisting her wrists about and yanking and straining at the rope.

Linda struggled against her bonds for quite some time, with no visible result, when, with a triumphant grunt, Jill pulled a wrist free. The redhead quickly removed the pillowcase from around her head and spat out her handkerchief. Then she bent upwards, reaching for the rope around her ankles. Linda, forgetting her own predicament, made encouraging noises, trying to will her friend to freedom. But the noose remained just out of Jill's reach, and eventually she collapsed back down, exhausted.

Jill made several more attempts, all in vain, before Tony came back into the garage. "Time's up! Jill, you did very well, but you still didn't get all the way loose, so you still fail. Linda, you definitely fail," he added as an afterthought.

"Wait a minute!" Jill argued. "I yelled and screamed for help, and somebody heard me and rescued us."

"The villain's hideout is in the middle of the desert, miles from the nearest town," Tony replied, "and besides, this room is soundproofed."

"Well, then, when the rope broke, I managed to grab the edge of the pool and push myself off to the side."

"The pool is ten feet in diameter, and you're directly over its center. You can't reach the edge."

"Tony, you're not being fair! I got my hands free! That should be worth some -- MMPH!" Tony had picked up the handkerchief and crammed it back into his sister's mouth, cutting off her protests. As he wound the pillowcase around her head again, he explained, "Yes, you got your hands free, but in order to pass the test, you've got to get all the way free. There's no partial credit. You failed, so you're going to have to pay the penalty."

Jill, obviously not happy with this result, struggled wildly. Tony had to exert quite a bit of effort to secure her wrists behind her. When he did, he stepped back, took a few deep breaths, and visibly calmed himself down. "Arguing with me, or fighting me, is never a good idea," he finally said. "I think you need to have an additional penalty." So saying, he crossed the garage and took something off a shelf. It wasn't until he returned to stand behind Jill that Linda saw he was holding a ping pong paddle.

Tony pressed the paddle against his sister's defenseless bottom. "Six sounds about right," he said. "Yeah, I think six should do it." Jill's gagtalk instantly turned from angry to pleading, but Tony wasn't about to be swayed. Without another word, he raised the paddle high and brought it down, producing a sharp CRACK! and a muffled outcry.

Five more times the paddle made contact before Tony returned it to the shelf. He untied the rope holding his sister aloft, took her in his arms, gently lowered her to the air mattress, and finished untying her ankles. Then he lifted her over his shoulder again and carried her out of the garage. He left the door open again, and Linda strained to hear. It sounded like they'd gone into the living room. Linda's gagtalk turned angry again. "Now, now, li'l sis," Tony rebuked, "I only said maybe you wouldn't get spanked after this test. I didn't say you definitely wouldn't get spanked." Then the rhythmic slapping started again. Linda spared a few moments' sympathy for her friend. Two spankings and a paddling, all in one day! Jill would probably sleep on her stomach that night.

As Linda listened to Tony spank Jill, she became aware of another sound gradually getting louder -- a car coming up the street. As it drew near, she could hear it slow down. Her heart leapt up (down?) into her mouth. Could it be Tony and Jill's parents, coming home early? Then, to her relief, the car passed by. She relaxed, daring to breathe again. She could just imagine them opening the garage door to find their next-door neighbor's daughter strung up like a spring chicken.

Before she knew it, Tony was standing behind her. He put his hand on her thigh, just a few inches from her panties. "Now, what should I do with you?" he mused. How about getting me down from here for a start, Jill thought.

"Should I paddle you, too?" Linda shook her head and made frantic negative sounds through her gag.

"No -- you didn't argue with me. So I'm not going to paddle you." Again, Linda felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"How about if I tickle you again?" His fingers danced up and down her thigh, producing muffled laughter and a desperate attempt to squirm away.

"No, we did that already." Linda breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. No mixed emotions this time; she really did not want to be tickled any more.

"A spanking, then." Well, that's only what she expected.

As he had with his sister, Tony gently lowered Linda to the air mattress, untied her ankles, then hoisted her up and over his shoulder. She only kicked a few times before settling down, behavior that apparently didn't warrant a warning swat.

Tony carried Linda into the house and through the living room. Jill lay face-down on the sofa, still bound at the wrists and gagged. She gave her brother a murderous glare as he headed up the stairs.

He brought Linda into Jill's bedroom. Keeping her over his shoulder, he pulled the chair out from behind his sister's desk and set it in the middle of the room. Seating himself, he maneuvered the blonde girl into the classic over-the-knee position. He took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly and deliberately drew it up around her waist. If it were anyone else seeing her like this, she'd be dying of embarrassment right now. Somehow, with Tony involved, the exposure seemed not only acceptable, but even desirable.

"Well, Linda, you've heard the lecture once tonight already, so I won't repeat it. Just remember, this is for your own good."

Linda looked up and spotted Jill's alarm clock. Her blood froze when she saw the time. Jill and Tony's parents were due home in just a few minutes! She made anxious noises and jerked her head toward the clock, hoping Tony would notice and either speed things up or forego spanking her altogether.

But Tony would not be hurried. He took his time, administering a lengthy, stinging spanking while she kicked and squealed and wriggled about on his lap. When he finally stopped and untied her hands, she lay in place for a few moments, regaining her breath before pushing herself to her feet and ungagging herself. Tony stood as well. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Keep trying, Linda. You'll get it." Then he left the room, taking the rope and gag with him.

Linda reached behind herself and gently rubbed her burning bottom. She decided to check out the damage. Facing away from the mirror over Jill's bureau, she looked back over her shoulder and raised her skirt. As she'd expected, the skin on her exposed thighs glowed bright pink, shading on red. I do have a cute rear end, she mused. I wonder if that's why Tony pulls up my skirt and spanks me so much?

Footsteps sounded nearby. Linda hastily dropped her skirt, fearful that Tony may be returning. But instead it was Jill who entered the room, slamming the door behind her. The redhead started changing out of her cheerleader outfit into her pajamas, muttering vile imprecations about her brother all the while.

"Big jerk! Thinks he's hot stuff just because he can spank me while I'm all tied up. I'd like to see him get tied up for once. See how he likes it. I'll show him. Next time, I'll beat that test for sure. I'll show him."

Linda was also getting changed when a knock sounded on the door. "What?" Jill demanded.

"Mom and Dad called earlier," Tony said through the door. "They won't be home until late." (That was why he'd been in no hurry when he was spanking her, Linda realized.) "You guys want to have some popcorn and see what we can find on On Demand?"

For a second, Jill looked like she was considering telling Tony just where to go and what to do when he got there; but an offer like that was too good to pass up. "Okay," she finally relented. "But me and Linda get to pick!"

"Fine," Tony replied. "I'll go start the microwave."

"He's still a jerk," Jill said. "And I will show him." But now she had a smile on her face.

As Linda pulled her nightshirt on over her head, she, too, had a smile. It seemed both girls had clear goals for their next test: Jill, to get untied and escape, and Linda, to earn herself a dose of the paddle ...
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Re: Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby althalusdavis » Sun Mar 14, 2010 4:41 pm

Yay! I have been waiting so long :) Thanks for continuing!

Re: Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby dex » Tue Mar 16, 2010 10:37 pm

thank you for posting, it's a really interesting story
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

You didn't think, MrJones...

Postby Mister Mistoffelees » Thu Apr 29, 2010 5:40 pm

...tht I would let this tale go without a response, did you? Very interesting characters, and Tony is a very strict taskmaster! Looking forwad to more, friend...
Welcome to Snowden! Enter at your own risk...

Re: You didn't think, MrJones...

Postby dex » Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:16 pm

Mister Mistoffelees wrote:...tht I would let this tale go without a response, did you? Very interesting characters, and Tony is a very strict taskmaster! Looking forwad to more, friend...



he said he was probably going to disconinue this one Mr M, more's the pity
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby MrJones » Mon May 03, 2010 4:47 am

Thanks for the comments, Mr. M and Dex. At this point, I will, eventually, write one more part to this series. After that, I have no plans to continue it ... but I've learned never to say never. Thanks again.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby dex » Mon May 03, 2010 9:38 pm

MrJones wrote:Thanks for the comments, Mr. M and Dex. At this point, I will, eventually, write one more part to this series. After that, I have no plans to continue it ... but I've learned never to say never. Thanks again.





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Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

Re: Girl Detectives in Training, Part 2

Postby Boundgal08 » Tue May 04, 2010 2:00 am

Nice story here :)
Hope to read more sometime

BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'