## Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part IX posted)

Post by aeris » Fri Jun 17, 2011 3:05 pm

(Trying a longer story like others on the board. Hope it works.)
PART I:
Mrs. Anderson opened up her top desk drawer, pulled out a roll of medical tape, and slammed it down on top of her desk. "Sherri, come up here."
I got up from my desk and slowly walked towards hers. In the month since I started fourth grade, I'd made this walk twice already. I knew well what was coming up.
As I walked up, Mrs. Anderson took the first piece of tape she ripped off of the roll and stuck it over my mouth, rubbing it down with her hands. The snickering that had started on my walk up only got louder. One by one Mrs. Anderson covered my face in strip after strip of that white tape. Some of the strips went over my cheeks. Some went under my chin. By the time she was done, my lower face was cocooned. All I could do was wiggle my jaw a little from side to side. I couldn't move my lips. I sure couldn't talk.
I knew she was almost done when she picked up the black marker from her desk and took the cap off. In a loud voice she said each syllable as she wrote it across the tape over my mouth: "Whis ... per ... er." It was the same word I'd gotten over my gag before. When the tape came off later in the day I could see the big capital letters she wrote. I could only imagine how it must have looked when it was still on my mouth.
One of the boys had gotten "Backtalker" earlier that week. He was the only other student who'd been gagged by Mrs. Anderson so far that year.
I started to walk back to my desk, like I had done before, bowing my head so I didn't have to see the other students giggle at me, but Mrs. Anderson put her hand on my shoulder as I turned away. "No," she said, "this time you're getting a special seat." She stood up and moved her chair beside her desk, then pointed to it. My hands shook as I walked in front of the chair and sat down, facing the whole class.
It was embarrassing enough to make that walk back from Mrs. Anderson's desk to mine. Once I was back in my chair only a few students turned to look at me. Now I had to sit with all those faces in front of me, even more conscious of the massive gag Mrs. Anderson had stuck on my face. Every time Mrs. Anderson turned to write on the board, students would point at me and silently giggle.
At first I didn't do anything. Before I'd only been gagged for a while, and then Mrs. Anderson would tell me I could take the tape off. It stung, but if I took it off slowly then it didn't hurt so much. Maybe because I was up there in front of the class, time seemed to go slower, and when the other students kept making fun of me I had enough all of a sudden.
"MMMMMMM!"
A ripple of laughter passed over the whole class as Mrs. Anderson turned to me.
I waved my finger at some of the kids who'd been laughing at me. "Mmmmm, mmmmmmmm!"
"Sherri, you're supposed to be quiet now. That's why I put the tape--"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm mmmmmmm!" I couldn't help myself. With Mrs. Anderson turned to face me they all started pointing at me again.
Mrs. Anderson sighed and rubbed her cheek. "If you're not going to be quiet, then I think you need an extra lesson."
That got me to put my finger down. Kids covered their smiles with their hands as they realized, like I did, I'd only made things worse for myself.
"Now, unless you want to make things worse for yourself, don't make another sound. Is that understood?"
I nodded and slunk into the chair. What else could I do? I'd already made things worse for myself. As the morning dragged on I got sore from Mrs. Anderson's hard wood chair. Slowly the pointing and giggling diminished, but it never really went away. I was sure I'd already been gagged longer than ever before, and I didn't know when I'd finally be able to take that tape off.
After a while Mrs. Anderson stepped behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Okay, class, time for lunch." The other students all lined up by the door as Mrs. Anderson bent over to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to lead the students to the lunchroom and then come right back here. Don't get up from the chair or take your tape off. Understood?"
I nodded. After a minute or so the class went out to the lunchroom. I could hear other classes file past in the hallway, but I didn't look at them. I wondered if any of them saw me.
Mrs. Anderson was gone for a long time. I thought being watched by everyone was hard, but those minutes of silence were even harder, dragging on forever. I wasn't getting hungry, but I worried that I was going to be gagged all through lunch. Was that the "extra lesson" Mrs. Anderson promised?
Finally Mrs. Anderson came back in and shut the door. She'd never shut the door before. Dread pooled in my stomach. She pulled one of the students' chairs up in front of mine and sat down, and the oddest thing was she had this sweet smile on her face as she did it.
"Sorry I took so long, sweetie. Had to have a little chat on the phone with your mother."
My eyes shot wide open. Now I was really in for it.
"Relax, I didn't tell her you'd been naughty. I was just making plans for after school with you."
That confused me. She didn't tell Mom I'd been bad, but made plans for after school?
She crossed one knee over the other. "Most students who get their mouths taped shape right up. I rarely have to tape them up again a second time. You're the first to get her mouth taped three times in the first month of school."
I nodded. After the respite of those quiet minutes, my cheeks began to burn again.
Mrs. Anderson leaned towards me. "You didn't even try to hide that you were whispering to Sadie, did you?"
I paused, then I shook my head. I hadn't hidden it at all.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you like having your mouth taped. Is that why you got in trouble?"
She smiled that sweet smile at me again, as if to tell me that she understood. I had to be honest. I nodded again. Being taped up in front of my classmates was humiliating, but there was something about wearing those gags that felt comforting, the way they hugged my face, how warm my cheeks got under all that tape.
Her smile widened, showing her pearly, perfect white teeth. "I thought so. You like the feel of the tape on your mouth, don't you?"
I nodded again.
"Do you like the attention you get from everyone?"
I shook my head. That was the only part I didn't like, the stares and giggles.
"Do you think you could learn to like it?"
I had to pause again. Could I? I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay." Mrs. Anderson stood up and walked over beside me. "Listen to me, Sherri. I know you like having your mouth taped, but I can't have you keep disrupting my class. I have things I need to teach you, and every time I have to tape your mouth up that means less time I have to teach. Do you understand?"
I nodded, pain shooting through my stomach again. When she put it that way I felt bad for whispering to Sadie just to get taped up again.
"So I'll make you a deal. I know some people who can make you very happy, and I'll take you to them after school. Would you like that?"
Happy? I wasn't sure what she meant. I pointed to my gag. "Mmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmm?"
"Yes, you'll have your mouth taped. But there are two things you have to do for me. The first is that you have to promise to stop disrupting my class so much. I can tape you up in school maybe once a month, but no more. Do you promise to do that for me?"
I nodded. That was fair, I thought.
"Say that you promise."
"Mmm mmmmmm."
"Good." She put a hand on top of my head and stroked my hair. "Now, the second part will be more difficult. You have to agree to be taped up all the rest of the day."
The rest of the day? My eyes widened.
"It'll be hard, but I know you can do it. You'll have to go without lunch, but I can feed you later. You'll also have to go out at recess with your mouth taped, where all the other fourth graders can see you. That'll mean even more teasing. But if you want to meet the people who can make you happy after school, you have to do it."
I looked away. No lunch? Being teased at recess? I thought I'd already reached my limit being gagged so long already.
"If you don't want to go through with it, you can take the tape off now and go join your classmates at lunch. But if you do, I'll never tape your mouth again. If you're naughty I'll send you right to the principal's office."
Never taped up again? I was sure I could find a roll of duct tape in the garage and gag myself, but there was something about Mrs. Anderson taping me up, her warm hands, the care she took to make sure my gag was just right.
"Can you go through the rest of the day with your mouth taped, Sherri? Nod if you can."
I got butterflies in my stomach. What to do? I thought being gagged as long as I'd been already was hard enough, but I had to go through the rest of school like that? Taped up in front of the whole fourth grade? But if I didn't do it, then Mrs. Anderson would never tape me up again. And she said she'd take me to people who would make me very happy. I'd already trusted her enough to admit I liked being taped up. Could I trust her even more?
"Sherri?"
The thought of never being taped up again was too much for me. I closed my eyes and nodded.
She patted my head. "That's good. Now, it's going to be hard at recess, but unlike in class you'll be able to make noise. In fact, I'd like you to make noise for me at recess. Do you think you can do that?"
I looked up at her. Her request sounded strange, but I nodded.
"Good. Can you whimper for me? Make eyes at me like a puppy's?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm." I widened my eyes and scrunched my neck a little like a turtle's.
"That's good. Now, can you get angry at me, scowl at me and really scream into the tape?"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I lowered my brow at her. It didn't feel right doing that to a teacher, but she asked me to.
"Louder!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
She pointed at me with one hand, the other covering her giggling mouth. "Ha ha, look at you all taped up!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" I wasn't faking anger. My cheeks got hot with it.
She smiled her sweet smile again. "That's good! Do you think you can do that to the kids at recess who come up and tease you?"
I took deep breaths through my nose, nodding again.
"And if someone asks you a question, say your response into the tape, even though no one can understand you. Okay?"
I nodded.
"It'll be frustrating, but I promise it'll be worth it. It's Friday, so I'm the playground monitor. You'll stand beside me, and I promise I won't let the kids take things too far."
That made me feel a little better, but not much. Could I really take all that teasing for a half-hour?
"Now, before the other students come back, do you need to use the little girls' room?"
I didn't have to, but I thought I'd better anyway. I nodded.
"Ask me."
I closed my eyes. "Mmm mmmmmmm, mmm mmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmm?"
She laughed a little. "Yes you may. Hurry back, though."
I got up from the chair and ran out of the room and down the hallway to the restroom. The hallways were empty because all the fourth graders were at lunch, but I still didn't want anyone to see me.
As I was washing my hands I looked up in the mirror. I thought that boy who'd gotten his mouth taped earlier looked silly, but I looked even sillier. Even though the letters were in reverse in the mirror, that big "WHISPERER" written over where my mouth had once been just made the gag look more ridiculous. My classmates had already teased me so much that day, but now the whole fourth grade would see me taped up that afternoon. What had I gotten myself into?
Last edited by aeris on Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:36 pm, edited 8 times in total.

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (in progress)

Post by sae226 » Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:54 am

Very good story! I like it very much. Hope part 2 comes out soon. Thank you for writting it. Scott

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (in progress)

Post by hafnermg » Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:09 pm

oooh i'm really looking forward to where this is going please keep it up!!!

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (in progress)

Post by aeris » Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:23 pm

PART II:
"Ha ha, you got in trouble!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"What was that?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"You're silly!"
After lunch my classmates giggled as I still sat in front of the class gagged. Every minute that ticked by I worried more about what recess would be like, all of the fourth graders seeing me with all that tape on my mouth, the big label on top of my gag letting everyone know why I wore it.
Mrs. Anderson took her usual spot on the playground when recess started, where she could watch everyone, and had me stand to her right. At first the students kept their distance, some pointing and laughing, but already my face felt flush with embarrassment.
Then the first couple of boys came over. "What's going on, Mrs. Anderson?"
"Sherri was naughty and whispered to another girl while I was trying to teach. I've taped her mouth shut so she can't whisper anymore."
"That's a lot of tape."
"And why do you think I used a lot of tape, Michael?"
"Because she's got a big mouth?" Both the boys giggled. I wanted to hit them, but Mrs. Anderson kept a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Can I touch the tape, Mrs. Anderson?"
"No touching, Randy. Keep your distance."
"Hey Sherri," Michael said, "got anything to say for yourself?"
I wasn't going to say anything, but Mrs. Anderson squeezed my shoulder to remind me to try to speak. I rolled my eyes. "Mmmmm mmmmmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm!"
"What?" Randy giggled.
"Mmmmm MMMMMMMM mmmmmmmmm!"
"I can't hear you!"
I closed my eyes as they laughed out loud. "MMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!"
Once the other students realized it was okay to come up, they began to make a semicircle around me. The boys kept asking me questions to make me try to talk. The girls called me names like "Tape Queen" and "Miss Motor Mouth." They all laughed, and the more I reacted, the more I shouted into my gag, the louder they got.
Some students walked away eventually to play elsewhere, but then more would come to take their place. At one point half the fourth grade was watching me and giggling. For twenty minutes I had to put up with their teasing. I kept thinking about ripping the tape off, but I remembered what Mrs. Anderson said about not taping me up again. Even when it felt like I was going to cry, I forced myself to hold it back, to do what Mrs. Anderson told me to.
Finally Mrs. Anderson called for everyone to go back inside for class. My throat was a little sore from shouting into my gag, and my face was hotter than before. I thought I'd feel better once the students left, but as it got quieter, it got harder to keep from crying. I don't know why.
Mrs. Anderson turned me to face her, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them. "You did great, Sherri. That was wonderful. Are you feeling okay?"
I shook my head.
"That's okay. It probably wasn't very fun being teased like that, was it?"
I nodded, feeling like I might burst into tears.
"I know it's hard, but look at it this way, Sherri. You brought a lot of joy and laughter into all those students' days. You made them happy. It's good to make other people happy, isn't it?"
Closing my eyes, I nodded. Couldn't I have made them happy another way?
"They'll probably call you names for a little while, but if you can't take it any longer, tell me and I'll make them stop, okay?"
I nodded again. Somehow I wasn't feeling so bad any longer.
Mrs. Anderson rubbed my head. "Come on. Just a little while longer and we can go meet the fun people."
She led me by the hand back into her classroom, where I once again took my seat in front of the class. Even after my "show" at recess some students snickered at me. My jaw got a little sore as Mrs. Anderson finished the day's lessons, but not that bad. The memories of being teased on the playground were still fresh in my head. It was hard to focus on learning, thinking of what had just happened and what was waiting for me at the end of the day.
As the other students got ready to leave, Mrs. Anderson whispered in my ear to stay in the chair while she escorted everyone to the buses. I'd been gagged for hours, and I wondered when I'd get to take the tape off.
After the hallways were empty for a while Mrs. Anderson came back to the classroom. "Okay Sherri. We can leave in fifteen minutes. Can you sit there while I take care of some business?"
I nodded, even though my jaw was starting to hurt a little more. Without her lessons to focus on, I thought even more about how I'd been treated by the other students, how all of them laughed at me, all the names they called me. Mrs. Anderson made it sound like it was a good thing that I'd made them laugh. I still didn't feel that way.
It seemed a lot longer than fifteen minutes had passed when Mrs. Anderson got up from her desk. She walked up behind me with a long white triangular scarf in her hand. I turned my head to look at her.
"Face front, Sherri. Have you get you ready for the car ride."
As I turned away she brought the scarf down over my nose and mouth and tied it loosely behind my head. My nose got warm as I breathed in and out of the scarf. I suppose I was glad that no one could see the tape any longer, the big "WHISPERER" written over my gag.
She patted my shoulder. "Get your things and we can go."
I got up and loaded my backpack up, my lunchbox still full of the lunch I hadn't eaten yet. My tummy growled a little as I picked it up.
With a hand on my back, Mrs. Anderson guided me through a part of the school I hadn't been in before. Teachers smiled at me as I walked past them. Did they know my mouth was taped up underneath that scarf?
We got in her car, a shiny blue Volkswagen. She had me get in the passenger seat and buckled my seatbelt for me, then got in and started it up.
As we drove out of the school I looked at her and pointed to my sealed mouth. "Mmmm mmmmmmm, mmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmm?"
"Soon, dear, it'll come off soon."
I nodded and watched the trees go by. Every time we stopped at a red light and a car pulled up beside me, I wondered if they'd look over and see me with that scarf over my face. No one did. Maybe it just looked like I was just pretending to be a bank robber or something.
Finally we pulled into a garage in a nice house in a beautiful part of town. "This is my house, Sherri. I have some special friends who will enjoy meeting you, and I'm sure you'll like them too."
Special friends?
"Leave your bookbag in the car, but bring your lunchbox. You must be starving."
We got out of her car. She walked around to me and undid the scarf, pulling it off my face. The air felt cool on my nose and in my nostrils.
"Ready?"
I nodded and she led me to a door that went into her kitchen. With a hand on my shoulder she guided me through the kitchen and into her living room.
I got scared. Eight girls, some about as old as me, some looking like they were in junior high or high school, were sitting on a big sofa and in chairs and on the ground. They'd all been talking with one another, but stopped as we walked in, turning to face me. It was like I was back at school getting teased, all those grins on their faces, although no one said a word or even pointed at me. The curtains were drawn over the windows, making everything look more sinister. Even with Mrs. Anderson's hands on my shoulders I was afraid.
"Girls," she said, "meet Sherri."

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part III)

Post by aeris » Mon Jun 20, 2011 8:56 pm

PART III:
One of the older girls bowed her head, leering at me with a mean smile on her face. "Well hello Sherri, did you get in trouble?"
Mrs. Anderson reached down and took my lunchbox out of my hands. I looked up to her, but all she did was pat my shoulder.
A younger girl got up from the floor and snickered. "Whispering in class, huh?"
"That's right," Mrs. Anderson said.
"Can't whisper now, can you, Tapegirl?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I'd thought the teasing was over. Why did Mrs. Anderson bring me here?
Three older girls all stood up. One of them looked up at Mrs. Anderson and said, "I think Little Miss Gaggyface here needs to learn a lesson."
Mrs. Anderson chuckled and took her hand off of my shoulder. All at once the older girls had their hands around my upper arms. I tried to pull away but I couldn't.
Another girl set up a metal folding chair and the older girls made me sit down on it. Two younger girls brought the older girls rolls of duct tape. Soon my wrists were being taped to the chair. They held me so tight I couldn't struggle, and soon my wrists felt like they were welded to the chair.
"Naughty, naughty, Sherri," one of the younger girls said.
"MMMMMM!" This was worse than class, worse than recess. At least then I could've reached up and pulled the tape off my mouth, but now I couldn't even do that.
As the older girls began taping my ankles to the legs of the chair, three of the younger girls crowded in front of me and pointed at me, and started singing, "You got your mouth taped, you got your mouth taped!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMM MMMMMMMMM!" I tried to pull my wrists free but I couldn't budge them. I worked my jaw muscles to try to loosen the tape, but it held firm.
"Whatsa matter, don't have anything to say for yourself?"
"MMMMMMMM!"
"If you want us to stop, just say stop!"
"MMMMMMMMMM!"
"What was that?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"Did that sound like stop to you?"
"No, it just sounded like mmmmmmmmmmm!" They all laughed.
The older girls wrapped tape around my lap and my stomach, taping me down to the chair even tighter. Even though I knew I couldn't break the tape I kept struggling. Finally the older girls set the rolls of duct tape down and stood up.
One of them bent down and whispered in my ear, "So Sherri, you like to whisper in class?"
I squirmed away as much as I could. "Mmmmmmm!"
"Was that a yes or no? Nod or shake your head."
I closed my eyes and nodded.
"That's not a very nice thing to do in Mrs. Anderson's class, is it?"
Sighing, I shook my head.
"So now you can't whisper because your mouth is all taped up, isn't it?"
I nodded, again starting to feel like I might cry.
The older girl who'd been whispering at me grabbed one of my earlobes and pulled on it. "Maybe if you'd listen more and whisper less you wouldn't wind up all gagged, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" The other girls giggled again. She wasn't pulling my ear hard enough to really hurt, but it sure got my attention.
"Good girls stay quiet on their own. Bad girls get their mouths all sealed up." She pulled a little harder.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The other older girl, on the other side of me, pinched my cheek. "Now you can't whisper or talk or anything. Just sit there with that silly gag on your mouth."
"MMMMMM! MMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM!" I thought being teased at recess was bad, but at least no one touched me there. Now I was having my ear pulled and my cheek pinched and there wasn't anything I could do -- or say -- about it.
A slightly older girl stepped in front of me and held her arms straight down and scowled at me. "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!"
I blushed as she mocked me. "MMMMMMMMM!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
She laughed. "That's how silly you sound, Gaggyface!"
I shook my head, but the fingers on my ear and cheek held firm. "MMMMMMM MMMMMMMM!" Where was Mrs. Anderson? Why wasn't she stopping this?
Soon they were all on me. The younger girls poked my tummy and legs, kept singing songs about how I was gagged. The older girls kept pinching me all over, my cheeks, my ears, my arms. Once in a while one of them tickled my ribs. I fought as hard as I could, but the duct tape over my body kept me firmly planted on the chair.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Mrs. Anderson finally spoke. "All right girls, that's enough for now."
One of the younger girls looked up at her. "But we're just getting started, Mrs. Anderson!"
"I know, but she's been taped up since 10:30 this morning. She never even had lunch."
The older girl who'd been pulling on my ear put a hand on my head. "10:30? Wow, that's early."
The one who'd pinched my cheek rubbed my shoulder. "You must've wanted your mouth taped really bad, huh?"
How did she know? I looked at her for a moment, then back to Mrs. Anderson, who smiled. "It's her third gag this year."
"Third gag?" One of the younger girls said. "Wow, it's still September and she's already been gagged three times?"
Mrs. Anderson walked over to me and slowly pulled the tape off of my mouth. I was worried she'd be rough, but it didn't hurt coming off as much as usual. Once my mouth was free I started taking deep breaths through my mouth. I could still feel a film of stickiness on my cheeks.
One of the older girls rubbed my head. "It's okay, Sherri. You're among friends here."
I looked up at her. "Friends?" If they were friends then why did they tape me to the chair and make fun of me like that? Why did their smiles look so nice now, like ... like they really were friendly?
Mrs. Anderson rubbed my cheek. "Welcome to my Tape Club, Sherri."

### Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part IV)

Post by aeris » Tue Jun 21, 2011 6:46 pm

PART IV:
â€œTape Club?â€
Mrs. Anderson nodded. â€œItâ€™s a special club for girls like you who like to be taped up.â€
â€œLike to be taped up?â€ I looked up at the smiling faces around me. â€œDoes that mean you like it too?â€
Some of them nodded. Some giggled. â€œItâ€™s fun,â€ one of the younger girls said.
Mrs. Anderson rubbed my head. â€œDid you think no one else likes having her mouth taped, Sherri?â€
â€œI guess?â€
â€œItâ€™s okay. Youâ€™re not alone.â€
I was feeling overwhelmed. Before I could say another word, my sore tummy made a loud gurgle.
â€œYouâ€™d better eat,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, reaching over and grabbing my lunchbox where sheâ€™d set it down next to my chair. â€œLiz, could you go get Sherri a glass of milk with a straw?â€
â€œSure thing, Mrs. Anderson,â€ the older girl whoâ€™d pulled my ear said.
â€œThatâ€™s Liz,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, opening my lunchbox. â€œSheâ€™s a senior in high school, the oldest member of the club.â€ She took my sandwich out and handed it to the older girl whoâ€™d pinched my cheek.
â€œAnd Iâ€™m Tina,â€ she said, unwrapping the sandwich and holding it in front of my mouth. I leaned forward and took a big bite. If I hadnâ€™t been taped to the chair I would have wolfed it down.
â€œOkay,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, â€œEveryone else introduce yourselves in order of seniority.â€
Another older girl waved at me. â€œHi. My name is Connie.â€
â€œIâ€™m Terry.â€
â€œIâ€™m Angela.â€
â€œCaitlin.â€
â€œIâ€™m Chrissy.â€
â€œAnd Iâ€™m Samantha, but everyone calls me Sammy.â€
Liz knelt down beside me with the glass of milk and held the straw up to my lips. I sucked greedily on it. The milk helped soothe the soreness in my throat from yelling into my gag so much that day.
Mrs. Anderson set my apple in my lap and closed my lunchbox, putting it on the floor again. â€œTheyâ€™re all former students of mine, Sherri. Each of them had a habit of getting in trouble in my class just so Iâ€™d tape their mouths shut.â€ Some of the girls giggled nervously.
â€œMrs. Anderson, do I have to be taped to the chair while I eat?â€
â€œNo, we can let you free if youâ€™d like. Would you put up with it for me, though, please?â€
â€œOkay, Mrs. Anderson.â€ As much as I wanted to be free, there was something strangely soothing about being fed while I was taped up. It was such a contrast from how theyâ€™d been treating me just minutes before.
Mrs. Anderson smiled and got back to her feet. â€œWhen I was your age, teachers would tape studentsâ€™ mouths shut all the time. Nowadays most teachers donâ€™t do it and most parents donâ€™t allow it. But when I was little Iâ€™d keep misbehaving just so I could get tape on my mouth.â€
I took another bite of my sandwich. Liz started rubbing my hand. It made me feel better.
â€œWhen I started teaching I taped mouths, and found other little girls liked it as much as I did. Soon I was taping some girlsâ€™ mouths every day. We enjoyed it, but that meant taking too much time away from teaching. So I decided to start my own little club for girls who liked being taped up.â€
â€œDo you tape students to chairs in class, Mrs. Anderson?â€
â€œNo, no. Thatâ€™s something special for the club.â€
â€œWe get tied up in other ways too,â€ Liz said, holding the milk up to me again so I could drink some more.
â€œRope, clothesline, all sorts of stuff,â€ Caitlin said.
â€œDo you like being taped to the chair?â€ Mrs. Anderson asked.
I thought for a moment. â€œI guess I do.â€ It wasnâ€™t so pleasant when I was being teased, but it actually felt kind of nice now, especially with how everyone was treating me so kindly.
â€œWe do all sorts of fun games here,â€ Connie said. â€œCops and robbers, cowboys and indians, card games and board games. But sometimes we just get tied up because we like it.â€
â€œAnd there are different gags too,â€ Chrissy said. â€œBut mostly tape.â€
I swallowed some more milk. â€œDo I have to be teased when Iâ€™m taped up, Mrs. Anderson?â€
â€œWe donâ€™t tease all the time, Sherri.â€
Tina giggled. â€œMost of the time weâ€™re all gagged so we canâ€™t tease.â€
Mrs. Anderson rubbed my shoulder. â€œDoes the teasing bother you, Sherri?â€
â€œA little.â€ Now that everyone was treating me so well, I guess it didnâ€™t seem so bad.
â€œLook at it this way, Sherri. You know how you go to the circus and you see a clown trip and fall and you laugh?â€
â€œYes?â€
â€œBut itâ€™s okay to laugh because heâ€™s just pretending and you know heâ€™s not really hurt, right?â€
â€œYes?â€ I took the last bite of my sandwich.
â€œThatâ€™s what the teasing is, Sherri. Youâ€™re just playing a clown for everyone.â€
â€œWe donâ€™t really mean the things we say,â€ Tina said. â€œWeâ€™re just having fun. We tease because we love.â€
Liz squeezed my hand. â€œWe love you, Sherri.â€
I looked up as the other girls and Mrs. Anderson nodded and smiled. They loved me? â€œThank you,â€ I whispered.
â€œItâ€™s fun to tease,â€ Liz said. â€œHow about you finish your milk and then weâ€™ll cut you free and you can get back at me?â€
I looked over at her. â€œBut teasing isnâ€™t nice.â€
She smiled. â€œNot if itâ€™s mean. But I know you wonâ€™t be mean. Youâ€™re just gonna pretend, like Iâ€™ll pretend I donâ€™t like it. But I like being teased.â€
â€œYou do?â€
â€œWe all do, if itâ€™s by our friends.â€ She handed the milk glass to Tina, then took a pair of scissors that Mrs. Anderson held out to her. The blades were bent at an angle for some reason. She began cutting the tape on my lap. â€œPulling the tape off your skin will hurt a bit at first, but you get used to it.â€
â€œIâ€™ll get the lotion,â€ Angela said, walking away and coming back a few seconds later with a big bottle with a squeeze nozzle on top.
I needed it. Even with Liz holding my hand as she pulled the tape away from my bare skin, it stung as it came off, much worse than the gags ever had. After each pull Liz squirted some of the lotion onto her fingers and rubbed it into my skin. It felt better right away.
Once I was free Liz stood up and turned to Mrs. Anderson. â€œShould we do a full scene or just a quickie?â€
Mrs. Anderson pursed her lips. â€œLetâ€™s just do a quickie. See how she likes dishing it out.â€
â€œOkay.â€ She turned back around and faced me, holding her hands behind her back. â€œGirls, if youâ€™d please?â€
Tina and Terry bent down and picked up the rolls of duct tape that had been used on me earlier. Terry wrapped the tape around Lizâ€™s wrists, binding them behind her back, while Tina gagged Liz in much the same way Iâ€™d been gagged by Mrs. Anderson, strip after strip of tape across her cheeks and under her chin.
They stepped away from Liz as she pulled on the tape binding her wrists, twisting from side to side a little. â€œMmmmm!â€ She nodded, and Tina and Terry walked up to either side of her, grabbing her arms and putting their other hands on her back, bending her over so her face was just a couple of feet from mine.
I didnâ€™t know what to do. Liz opened her eyes wide and nodded.
â€œItâ€™s okay, Sherri,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. â€œJust do what everyone else did to you today.â€
Liz nodded again. She wanted me to make fun of her? Did that make it okay?
Slowly I raised my hand, pointing a finger at her face. Her eyes got sad all of a sudden. â€œMmmmmmm,â€ she said, in the same whimpering way Mrs. Anderson taught me earlier.
â€œLaugh a little, Sherri,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. That felt like itâ€™d be hard with Liz looking so sad in front of me. â€œRemember, she likes it.â€
Liz nodded a little. I forced a smile. â€œHa ha.â€
â€œMmmmmmm!â€
â€œHa ha ha!â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmm!â€
The other girls started chuckling. Liz pulled at her arms, but Tina and Terry kept her bent down. It was kind of funny to watch her struggle like that.
â€œCall her a name,â€ Connie said.
I put my arm down and leaned towards Lizâ€™s face. â€œYouâ€™re stupid!â€
Liz closed her eyes and shook her head, not making a sound.
â€œDonâ€™t say stupid,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. â€œThatâ€™s a little mean. Think silly, not stupid.â€
â€œOh. Sorry.â€
â€œItâ€™s okay, dear. I should have said something earlier. Go on.â€
Liz opened her eyes back up and scowled at me a little. I tried again. â€œYouâ€™re â€¦ goofy!â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmm!â€
â€œYou got a great big gag on your face!â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!â€
â€œCanâ€™t talk now!â€
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!â€
The other girls were laughing louder. I realized they were laughing at what I was saying. Making them laugh felt good.
I looked down at the apple that was still in my lap. Still hungry, I picked it up and took a bite out of it.
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmm,:â€ Liz whimpered, her eyes looking sad again.
I got an idea. I held the apple up to her. â€œWant a bite of my apple?â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmm.â€ She nodded a little.
Some of the girls smiled really wide. I grinned at Liz. â€œToo bad you canâ€™t eat it.â€ I took another bite.
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmm!â€
â€œOnly good girls like me get to eat. Bad girls like you canâ€™t eat because your mouthâ€™s taped shut.â€
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!â€ Liz started struggling harder than she had before. Maybe she really was mad.
I took the bit part of the apple and rubbed it against the tape over her mouth. â€œSee? Canâ€™t eat it because youâ€™re gagged.â€
â€œMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!â€ Some of the girls exploded in laughter. Liz managed to break free from Tina and Terry and turned to face them. â€œMMMMMMM, MMMMMMMMMM MMMMMM!â€ They laughed even louder.
Now Liz had her back to me. I watched her pull on her taped wrists. Since she couldnâ€™t see me I reached a hand up and tickled her side.
â€œMMMMMMMM!â€ She nearly jumped up, then turned back to me. â€œMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM!â€ I laughed and took another bite of my apple.
â€œOkay, I think thatâ€™s enough,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. Right away Terry grabbed the scissors and cut Lizâ€™s wrists free. As Liz pulled the tape off her wrists, and then her face, I got scared again. What would she do to me now that she was free?
I wanted to scream as she lunged at me, but then she just hugged me. â€œThat was great, Sherri!â€
â€œIt was?â€
â€œThat thing with the apple was brilliant. That was fun!â€ She giggled.
Mrs. Anderson took the used tape from Lizâ€™s hand and balled it up. â€œDid you have fun, Sherri?â€
I realized I did. â€œYeah.â€
â€œThatâ€™s the same joy you bring to others when youâ€™re taped up and getting teased.â€
I began to understand. Some of it, anyway. â€œBut Mrs. Anderson, some of the boys on the playground called me stupid.â€
â€œBoys are icky,â€ Tina said. The older girls all giggled.
â€œThe playgroundâ€™s different,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. â€œAnd, yes, boys can be mean. Thatâ€™s why the Tape Club is girls-only.â€
â€œOh. Okay.â€
Mrs. Anderson threw the tape away, then helped me out of the chair, keeping hold of my hands as I stood up. â€œWould you like to be in the club, Sherri?â€
I thought I was in the club already. â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€
â€œWe meet here every Friday after school to have fun. Iâ€™ve cleared it with your parents. Can you be here every Friday?â€
â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€
â€œGood. But you have to agree to follow the clubâ€™s rules. Would you like to hear them?â€
â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€
â€œFirst of all, you canâ€™t tell anyone else about the club. This is our little secret, all of us. Second, you canâ€™t tell anyone you like being taped or tied up. There are grown-ups out there who might do some very nasty things to you if they hear you like it. When youâ€™re older you can tell your boyfriend you like it, but no one else.â€
â€œOr your girlfriend,â€ Tina said. The older girls giggled again.
â€œOr your girlfriend,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, nodding. â€œThird, you have to keep your grades up. This is fun, but you canâ€™t let it get in the way of the important work you have to do.â€
â€œWe can tutor you if you need it,â€ Liz said. â€œAt least if weâ€™re not gagged.â€ More giggling.
Mrs. Anderson smiled and rubbed my hands. â€œCan you do that, Sherri?â€
That didnâ€™t sound so bad. My grades were good anyway, and I kind of liked school. â€œSure, Mrs. Anderson.â€
â€œThen welcome to the club,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, bending down to hug me.
â€œThank you, Mrs. Anderson.â€
Liz rubbed my back. â€œSo what should we do next?â€
â€œHow about games?â€ Caitlin said.
â€œGames it is,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. Games?

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part IV posted)

Post by hafnermg » Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:51 pm

this just keeps getting better this is an awesome story!

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part V)

Post by aeris » Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:27 pm

PART V:
â€œIâ€™ll get the handcuffs,â€ Tina said.
â€œMicrofoam sound good to everyone?â€ Mrs. Anderson asked. Everyone agreed.
â€œWhatâ€™s microfoam, Mrs. Anderson? Is that the game weâ€™re gonna play?â€
Mrs. Anderson giggled. â€œNo, Sherri, itâ€™s the tape weâ€™re going to use today. Itâ€™s a tape made especially for human skin.â€
â€œIt makes a great gag,â€ Liz said, going to the same chest of drawers Tina was coming back from.
Tina had a small clear plastic box in her hands, which she held out to Sammy. It had several pairs of handcuffs in it. Sammy took a pair out and walked up to me. â€œHold out your wrists in front of you, Sherri.â€ I did and she locked the handcuffs on me. I pulled on them. These werenâ€™t like the handcuffs Iâ€™d seen in toy stores. They didnâ€™t have any escape buttons.
As Sammy was handcuffed in front by Chrissy, Mrs. Anderson came up and pressed the key into the side of my handcuffs. â€œThis makes sure you canâ€™t tighten the cuffs further. So you donâ€™t hurt yourself by accident.â€
I tried to tighten the handcuffs further. They didnâ€™t budge. I couldnâ€™t slip out of them, but they didnâ€™t feel that tight.
Liz walked up to me with a small roll of white tape in her hand. â€œThis is fun stuff, Sherri. You only need one piece to keep your mouth sealed shut.â€
Mrs. Anderson took the tape from Liz, and cut off a piece with the bent scissors Iâ€™d seen earlier. â€œReady, Sherri?â€
â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€ I pressed my lips together as she stuck the tape over my mouth, stretching it tight. It felt like it was hugging my cheeks. I tried to open my mouth, but the tape stretched with my efforts, keeping my lips sealed. â€œMmmmm!â€
â€œNice feeling, isnâ€™t it?â€ I nodded as Mrs. Anderson walked over and taped Sammyâ€™s mouth shut. One by one each of us was handcuffed by the next older girl, then had her cuffs secured and mouth taped by Mrs. Anderson. Liz was handcuffed by Mrs. Anderson as well.
When she was done there were nine of us standing there, handcuffs on our wrists and white tape on our mouths, mmming happily. As I looked around I saw how the tape was stretched tight over everyoneâ€™s lips, the shape of the lips showing through the tape. None of the gags Iâ€™d seen earlier had done that.
Mrs. Anderson went and got a few decks of cards and handed them out. â€œSammy, Chrissy, why donâ€™t you two play Go Fish with Sherri?â€
Both the younger girls nodded and sat in front of me. I sat down as Mrs. Anderson handed a deck of cards to Chrissy.
â€œBecause you canâ€™t talk that well,â€ Mrs. Anderson said to me, â€œyou have to use hand signals. But still say what youâ€™d say if your mouth wasnâ€™t taped shut. Do you understand?â€
I nodded. â€œMmmm, mmmmm mmmmmmmmm.â€
She smiled. â€œJust like that. When itâ€™s your turn to ask for cards, put your cards in your left hand and point to the girl you want to ask from. Sign the number with your right hand. If the numberâ€™s greater than five, hold up five, then ball your hand up, then hold up the extra fingers, so six is five, then one.â€
Chrissy started shuffling the deck, the handcuffs forcing her to go slowly.
Mrs. Anderson continued. â€œFor a jack, make a J with your thumb and forefinger like this.â€ She demonstrated. â€œA queen is the â€˜OKâ€™ hand signal, and king is thumbs-up. Got it?â€
â€œMmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmm.â€
â€œAnd be sure to say â€˜go fishâ€™ and â€˜got what I wantedâ€™ when you play.â€ She rubbed my head. â€œHave fun!â€
Chrissy spread the cards out in front of us and we each took seven. I couldnâ€™t spread the cards out in my hand like I normally did because of my handcuffs, but I got used to it quickly.
Sammy pointed to me. â€œMmmmmm, mmmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm?â€ She held up five fingers, then balled her hand up, then two.
I didnâ€™t have any sevens, so I shook my head. â€œMmm mmmm!â€
She took a card, then I looked at my hand. I had two kings. I pointed to Chrissy. â€œMmmmmmm, mmmm mmm mmmmm mmmmm?â€ I gave her a thumbs-up.
She shook her head. â€œMmm mmmm!â€
I took a card from the pile. A King! I held it up. â€œMmmmm mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmm!â€ We all giggled into our gags. I pointed to Sammy. â€œMmmmmm, mmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmm?â€ I held three fingers up. She gave me a three.
We played five or six games. I won two. The deal passed to me a couple of times, and trying to shuffle while handcuffed was harder than it looked. As we were playing I looked around. It seemed like we were all gathered by age, and the older kids had poker chips with their game. We were all making lots of mmmmms too, like we were all playing games that required us to talk. Even with our mouths taped we managed to play them.
Mrs. Anderson watched us all, that sweet smile on her face all the time. Mostly she sat, but sometimes she walked around, rubbing our heads and patting our backs. Iâ€™d never had so much fun playing cards before.
After a while she said, â€œOkay, time for tie-ups.â€ The cards were gathered up as Mrs. Anderson walked around and unlocked all our handcuffs. The other girls put them back in the plastic box theyâ€™d come from, so I did too.
Liz got out a big box of white rope and the other girls started taking rope from it. After selecting a few pieces, Liz walked up to me, then pointed back and forth between me and Sammy. â€œMmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmm mmmm?â€
Sammy nodded. I realized Liz wanted to tie us up and nodded too.
With gentle hands Liz moved Sammy and I so we were sitting with our backs to each other, then moved our hands in front of the other girl, behind our backs. First she tied my hands together in front of Sammy, then Sammyâ€™s hands in front of mine. Our wrists didnâ€™t touch, but they got close.
As I watched some of the other older girls tying the younger girls up, Liz took a long rope and tied it around our waists, forcing our backs together tighter. Then she took smaller ropes and tied my legs together, and I assumed she did the same to Sammyâ€™s. I couldnâ€™t move my head around far enough to see.
Before she stood up, Liz pressed her taped mouth against my cheek. I blushed. I didnâ€™t know if it counted as a kiss, but it was such a nice thing to do.
The girls who were getting tied up started struggling against the ropes and making mmmmm sounds into their gags, so I did too. Sammy started as well, and we began to rock back and forth in our efforts to â€œget free,â€ although I didnâ€™t want to get free at all. I tried feeling for the knots with my fingers to see if I could undo them, but I couldnâ€™t reach any of them.
As Liz and Tina started tying the older girls up, Mrs. Anderson approached us with a couple of sleep masks in her hand. â€œWould you two like to be blindfolded?â€ I saw Sammy nod out of the corner of my eye, but I wasnâ€™t sure. Mrs. Anderson smiled at me. â€œItâ€™s a nice feeling, Sherri.â€
I nodded. Iâ€™d been blindfolded for games before, and I guessed I liked it. Mrs. Anderson put a sleep mask on me. I could see a little light around my nose, but nothing else. The sleep mask was made of soft fabric and felt smooth on my face. I kind of wanted to see the other girls getting tied up, but I liked the blindfold even more.
Sammy and I struggled for a while, but then we just kind of relaxed. It sounded like the other girls did as well, their mmmms changing from grunts to quiet moans. I donâ€™t know how to describe it except to say that it felt peaceful, just sitting there tied up and blindfolded and gagged, Sammyâ€™s back warm against mine. I could have stayed like that forever.
Eventually I heard some activity and I guessed that Mrs. Anderson was untying people. I knew Iâ€™d be released soon, although when my blindfold was removed it was Tinaâ€™s face I saw in front of mine, tape still on her mouth. It looked like we were among the last to be untied, but everyone kept their gags on.
I stood up as we all made kind of a circle. Mrs. Anderson walked around and rubbed our shoulders. â€œReady, girls? One, two, three.â€
At three the other girls took the tape off of their mouths. With a bit of sadness I did too. The microfoam tape didnâ€™t hurt coming off at all. We all took breaths through our mouths and smiled at one another.
â€œHope you all had fun. And thank you for joining the Tape Club, Sherri.â€
â€œThank you, Sherri,â€ they all said, and each of them walked up and hugged me. Even though I was sad to have it all end, I still felt wonderful. I knew I loved having my mouth taped, but all the other stuff we did was so much fun too. Even the teasing, which seemed so difficult before, felt kind of enjoyable now.
â€œWhoâ€™s taking Sherri home?â€ Tina asked.
â€œSheâ€™s in the same neighborhood as Liz,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, â€œbut Iâ€™ll take her home today.â€
As everyone else left through the front door, Mrs. Anderson and I stayed behind. When everyone had left she put her hand on my shoulder. â€œHave fun, Sherri?â€
â€œOh yes, Mrs. Anderson, thank you, thank you so much.â€
She giggled. â€œJust remember, donâ€™t tell anyone about the club, and you have to pretend you donâ€™t like having your mouth taped when you get back to school Monday. Can you do that for me?â€
â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€
She picked my lunchbox up and handed it to me. â€œIâ€™ll drive you home. Come on.â€
We went back to her garage through her kitchen. As we drove back we talked about the different things Iâ€™d done, and I told her how much I liked being handcuffed and tied up. In a way I wished she could have gagged me again, like I was on the way there.
She dropped me off in front of my parentsâ€™ house. I could smell Momâ€™s roast beef before Iâ€™d even opened the front door. It would be another week before Iâ€™d be back at Mrs. Andersonâ€™s house for more fun and games with the Tape Club. If every Friday was going to be that much fun, though, Iâ€™d try to be patient.

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VI)

Post by aeris » Sat Jun 25, 2011 6:24 pm

PART VI:
The week that followed was the longest of my life. I was in a daze all that night after Mrs. Anderson dropped me off, remembering all that happened at school and at Mrs. Andersonâ€™s house. I couldnâ€™t tell my parents any of it, of course. All weekend I stayed in my room, wishing I had a roll of tape so I could seal my mouth again. I made sure to do my homework carefully that weekend, so my grades would stay up and I could keep coming to the Tape Club.
Monday morning I rushed into Mrs. Andersonâ€™s class as soon as I got off the bus. She had to remind me to act sad, like I was still feeling bad about being gagged in class on Friday. When the other kids started teasing me about it I just lowered my head and pursed my lips together, wishing Mrs. Anderson could tape my mouth shut again. Being teased wasnâ€™t so fun when I could talk back, so I forced myself into silence. It still wasn't as fun as being forced into silence.
No one got gagged that week. I wondered if the â€œexampleâ€ Mrs. Anderson made of me would keep everyone behaving.
That Friday I kept waiting and waiting for school to be over, so I could be back at Mrs. Andersonâ€™s again. As the other students started getting up to leave, Mrs. Anderson came to my desk and whispered in my ear, â€œTina will pick you up out front of the school from now on, dear.â€
â€œOkay, Mrs. Anderson.â€ I wasnâ€™t sure why she couldnâ€™t drive me there again. Iâ€™d kind of hoped I could take another trip in her car all gagged up.
I left school and found Tina standing in front of her car. Sammy and Chrissy were already inside, and once I got in we left for Mrs. Andersonâ€™s. We talked on the way there. Sammy was in fifth grade, Chrissy in sixth, and Tina was a junior in high school. As Mrs. Anderson said, theyâ€™d all deliberately gotten in trouble in her class just to get their mouths taped.
â€œDo you have tape in here, Tina?â€ I asked.
Tina smiled and shook her head. â€œSorry. Besides, we might get in trouble if anyone saw us with our mouths taped.â€
â€œBut Mrs. Anderson drove me to her house last week when I had my mouth taped.â€
â€œShe put a scarf over your face first, right?â€
â€œYeah.â€
â€œSo no one could see the tape. Relax, Sherri, weâ€™ll all be taped up again soon.â€
I nodded, wondering if Iâ€™d ever make that trip with Mrs. Anderson again.
The others were waiting for us when we got to Mrs. Andersonâ€™s, except for Mrs. Anderson herself. Everyone was talking, and the older kids asked me all kinds of questions. I was finally there after that long week, and all I could think about was how many more minutes it would be before I had tape on my mouth again. It couldnâ€™t be soon enough. I wondered how everyone else was keeping calm, why they didnâ€™t get Mrs. Andersonâ€™s tape out as soon as they were inside.
Mrs. Anderson walked in through her kitchen. â€œHello girls.â€
â€œHi, Mrs. Anderson,â€ we all said in a chorus.
â€œAny news?â€ We all looked at one another, like none of us wanted to say anything. â€œHowâ€™s our newest member?â€
All eyes fell on me. I squirmed. â€œIâ€™m okay, Mrs. Anderson. Kind of like to have my mouth taped, please.â€
Mrs. Anderson smiled. â€œI know, dear, but you were taped up first last time. Donâ€™t you think it should be someone elseâ€™s turn this time?â€
I closed my eyes. â€œYes, Mrs. Anderson.â€ So Iâ€™d have to see another girl get her mouth taped first? My skin prickled with anticipation. How long would it be?
â€œMrs. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson,â€ Sammy said, â€œcan we be taped together?â€
â€œHmm.â€ I looked up to see Mrs. Anderson tap a finger against her lips. â€œMaybe all the elementary schoolers?â€ Chrissy squealed happily. â€œBut you two have to teach Sherri how to make a tape muzzle then.â€
â€œOkay, Mrs. Anderson,â€ Sammy said.
Mrs. Anderson got a couple of rolls of medical tape out, along with a pair of those bent scissors, and handed them to Chrissy. â€œEveryone else to the kitchen while they prepare themselves.â€
As the others left I pointed to the scissors and looked at Chrissy. â€œWhy are the scissors bent like that?â€
â€œMakes it easier to cut. Doesnâ€™t matter with tape, but if we need to cut a rope in an emergency, these work a lot better.â€
â€œEmergency?â€
â€œIf thereâ€™s a fire or earthquake.â€
I hadnâ€™t thought about something like that happening while I was tied up. My stomach got a little sore.
â€œOkay,â€ Sammy said once we were alone, â€œthe most important things to remember when gagging someone with tape is to make the tape tight and to â€˜lockâ€™ the ends between layers of tape.â€ She cut off a piece of the medical tape as Chrissy held the roll. â€œPull the tape hard on both ends and press it down hard, then smooth out the air bubbles.â€
With that she plastered the strip over Chrissyâ€™s mouth. I was hoping itâ€™d be mine. Chrissyâ€™s eyes softened as Sammy rubbed the tape with her fingers, smoothing it out. How much longer before the tape was on me?
â€œMake sure to overlap each piece over the previous one,â€ Sammy continued, cutting another piece and applying it below the first one, just above Chrissyâ€™s chin. â€œKeep stretching the tape. Each piece. When you get to the chin, stretch the ends up.â€ The strip on Chrissyâ€™s chin curled up her cheeks, almost like a smile. Two more strips went from under her chin up to the sides of her ears. â€œNotice how the ends go on top of the previous tape. Thatâ€™s very important.â€
As I noticed Mrs. Anderson watching us from around the corner, Sammy cut off another piece. â€œNow, when we put these final strips on,â€ Sammy said, putting another piece just below Chrissyâ€™s nose, â€œthey trap the ends of the chin strips to make them more secure.â€
â€œOkay.â€ It seemed vaguely familiar to me from when Mrs. Anderson taped my mouth shut, but I remembered Mrs. Anderson using more tape on me.
â€œNotice Sammyâ€™s not overlapping these last strips,â€ Mrs. Anderson said as she walked towards us. â€œNormally you will, but ...â€ She smiled and held up a black magic marker. Just like in class.
Sammy pressed the last piece of tape over Chrissyâ€™s mouth and smoothed the whole gag out with her hands. â€œNice and secure.â€
â€œMmmmmm,â€ Chrissy said, her eyes twinkling.
â€œVery good, Sammy,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. â€œYouâ€™re a natural teacher.â€
â€œThank you, Mrs. Anderson.â€ Sammy turned to me. â€œOkay, now youâ€™ll tape my mouth, and then weâ€™ll tape up yours.â€
â€œChrissy will cut the pieces for you this first time,â€ Mrs. Anderson told me. â€œItâ€™s hard to tell how long to cut the tape until youâ€™ve had a chance to practice.â€
â€œOkay, Mrs. Anderson.â€ Chrissy cut a piece of tape and handed to me as Sammy leaned towards me, her lips pressed tightly together. I had to gag her before I could be taped up again? I tried to remind myself it would only be a little while longer as I stretched the tape tight and plastered it over Sammyâ€™s mouth.
â€œMmmmmmm!â€
She smiled with her eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled back, then took another piece of tape from Chrissy, putting it on just below the first piece on Sammyâ€™s mouth like sheâ€™d done to Chrissy.
â€œDoing good, Sherri,â€ Mrs. Anderson said. Chrissy nodded in approval.
It got hard when I had to tape under Sammyâ€™s chin. The tape kept slipping out of my hands when I stretched it up over her cheeks, since it was such a weird angle. It took a couple of tries, but soon I had Sammy all gagged up like Chrissy was, like I longed to be.
â€œVery good,â€ Mrs. Anderson said as Sammy wiggled her jaw a little. Chrissy handed the empty tape spool to Mrs. Anderson, then started unwinding the second one. â€œGirls, if youâ€™d please.â€
Finally. That first piece felt so soothing as Chrissy stretched it tight across my cheeks and Sammy smoothed it with her fingers. There was something odd about being taped up by a couple of girls my age, though, girls who were themselves gagged, one by my hands. I think Mrs. Anderson could tell I was feeling out of place because she put a hand on my shoulder and gave me the same look sheâ€™d given me when she taped my mouth shut in class.
When my gag was finished we all giggled a bit. There we were, three girls with half our faces swathed in white medical tape, unable to talk, and so happy about it.
â€œOkay girls,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, â€œremember this is a â€˜punishmentâ€™ so you have to act unhappy.â€
All at once Sammy and Chrissy got sad looks in their eyes. I needed a second to realize why, then I made the same expression myself.
â€œLine up against the wall here.â€ Mrs. Anderson directed us all against the wall opposite the sofa, our backs pressed against it. â€œNow, I donâ€™t need to tell you girls how naughty youâ€™ve been and how this is for your own good.â€ She grinned at us to let us know she was playing along too.
She bent down in front of me, uncapping her magic marker and taking it to my gag. â€œWhis ... per ... er.â€ All at once I remembered last Friday in her class, being made to sit next to her desk, all those eyes on me the whole day. What had started as such torture turned to such pleasure by the end of the day.
Mrs. Anderson wrote on Sammyâ€™s gag next. â€œChat ... ter ... box.â€ Then she went to Chrissy. â€œPot ... ty ... mouth.â€ I wondered if those were their â€œcrimesâ€ when they were in Mrs. Andersonâ€™s class, the things theyâ€™d do just to get their mouths taped.
Chrissy and I turned so we could see each otherâ€™s newly-adorned gags. We broke out giggling again. The writing made them look even sillier than before.
Even Mrs. Anderson chuckled along for a bit. â€œOkay, okay. Think youâ€™re ready to play?â€ We nodded. â€œThen face forward, and remember, big emotions.â€
We all pressed our backs against the wall again as Mrs. Anderson left. I was already in a state of bliss from the tape on my mouth.
One by one the other girls, led by Liz, entered the room, covering their mouths as they giggled at our predicament. For once I knew they werenâ€™t really being mean, but I reminded myself I had to act put off. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be angry, but then returned them right to the gathering crowd in front of us.
â€œUh-oh,â€ Connie said, â€œlooks like you three got in trouble, huh?â€
â€œYou must be Mrs. Andersonâ€™s students,â€ Angela said. â€œSheâ€™s the one who likes to tape the mouths of bad girls like you, isnâ€™t she?â€
Sammy grunted into her gag as Liz rubbed it with her hand. â€œAnd look at the size of these gags! They must have been really naughty.â€
Caitlin walked up to me and grinned. â€œWhisperer. Donâ€™t you know itâ€™s rude to whisper in class?â€
â€œMmmmmmmm!â€ I lowered my head a little, still in â€œpuppy-dogâ€ mode.
She put a hand to her ear. â€œSorry, didnâ€™t catch that.â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmmmmm!â€ I turned the dial more towards anger.
â€œCould you speak a little more clearly?â€
â€œMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!â€ Sammy and Chrissy were starting to make noise as the other girls teased them.
Caitlin laughed. â€œNow you canâ€™t whisper or talk or anything, can you?â€
Tina, standing behind the others, cackled like a movie villain. â€œItâ€™s the three little gag girls!â€
I flinched as Caitlin poked my tummy. â€œMmmmmmmmm!â€
All at once the girls who werenâ€™t gagged broke out in song:
â€œThree little gag girls up against the wall
Canâ€™t even smile or talk at all
Teacher taped â€˜em up because they were bad
Naughtiest girls that weâ€™ve ever had!â€
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!â€ All three of us got really loud and mad-sounding. I didnâ€™t know how much of my anger was an act at that point. That song kind of hit hard, but it was so silly too, like a reminder that this was all for play.
All at once the other girls set on us, tickling our sides and our necks. We squealed into our gags and curled up. I kind of wished Iâ€™d been bound like I was last time, so I couldnâ€™t defend myself from everyoneâ€™s fingers. Not that I didnâ€™t get tickled really good, but it wouldâ€™ve been more fun if I hadnâ€™t been able to move away from the tickles.
There was a loud knock at the front door. All the tickling stopped at once.
â€œPizza must be here,â€ Liz said, a wide smile on her face. Pizza?

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VI posted)

Post by hafnermg » Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:30 am

you are awesome!!! enough said

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VII)

Post by aeris » Sun Jun 26, 2011 6:34 pm

PART VII:
â€œIâ€™ll get the door,â€ Mrs. Anderson said, reaching into the pocket of her dress.
The other girls crouched down beside us, away from the front door, as Mrs. Anderson answered it. Sammy and Chrissy pressed their backs tightly against the wall, so I did too. I didnâ€™t need to be told the pizza delivery man wouldnâ€™t have understood what we were doing.
The front door closed, and the girls who had been crouching all got up and sat around the living room table, some on the sofa, some on the ground. Mrs. Anderson came in with a pizza box and set it on the table.
â€œIâ€™ll get the soda,â€ Liz said.
â€œAnd Iâ€™ll take care of the naughty gag girls,â€ Tina said. I was hoping that meant sheâ€™d come take our gags off, but instead she went and got the box of handcuffs.
Sammy and Chrissy started shaking their heads and whining into their gags. They werenâ€™t going to eat without us, were they? I wasnâ€™t hungry like last time because Iâ€™d had lunch, but still, it was pizza and soda.
â€œTurn around, Sherri,â€ Tina said.
â€œMMMMMMMMMMM!â€
She smiled as she put her hands on my shoulders, wheeling me around and bringing my hands behind my back. â€œNaughty girls like you donâ€™t get pizza.â€
â€œMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMM!â€ I hadnâ€™t been naughty, not really. We were just playing. As the other girls started eating and pouring soda, Tina cuffed my hands behind my back. She took another pair of handcuffs, locked one around my right wrist, then had me sit down with my back to the wall weâ€™d all been up against. The other cuff clicked closed. When she was done I couldnâ€™t pull my arms away from the wall that much.
Tina cuffed Sammy and Chrissy like she did me, although they didnâ€™t resist like I did, feebly whining into the tape on their mouths. As they sat down I saw that there were rings attached to the wall, so close to the ground I couldnâ€™t see them earlier because they were hidden by the carpet, and those were what we were all cuffed to. We couldnâ€™t even scoot over to get close to the pizza. Tina secured all the cuffs after that to make sure we couldnâ€™t tighten them further.
By now I couldnâ€™t help smelling the pizza. I pulled on the cuffs, even though I knew it was hopeless. It was one thing when they were calling us names and tickling us, but to make us watch them eat pizza was just mean. I would have pulled the tape off of my mouth if my hands hadnâ€™t been cuffed behind me.
Liz walked over to me with a big slice of pizza in her hand, an evil grin on her face. â€œHi there little taped-up whisperer.â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmm.â€ I tried to squirm away from her, but my elbows pressed into the wall behind me.
â€œRemember what you did to me with the apple last week?â€
I closed my eyes. I knew I was in for it.
â€œGuess Iâ€™m getting the last laugh,â€ she said. She waited until I opened my eyes back up, then took a big bite of pizza. â€œMmm, this is sooooo gooooood ...â€
â€œMmmmmmmmmm.â€ I didnâ€™t have to fake sounding put-upon. I was feeling it.
â€œMaybe if youâ€™d behaved you could have pizza too, but now you just have to sit there with a big gag on your face.â€ She took another bite, slurping a half-bitten slice of pepperoni into her mouth.
â€œMmmmmm mmmmmmmmm!â€
â€œDonâ€™t think you can eat it with that tape on your mouth, whisperer.â€
â€œMmmmmmm!â€
She giggled. â€œAnd since you did this to me last time ...â€ She dipped her index finger into a tiny pool of grease on one of the pepperoni slices, then rubbed it against my gag, right under my nose.
â€œMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!â€
â€œHa ha, looks like you have a shiny mustache!â€ The other girls laughed along with her.
â€œMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!â€ I pulled harder on the cuffs. This wasnâ€™t funny. I wanted that pizza so bad, and now I couldnâ€™t help smelling the pepperoni grease on my gag.
â€œHave fun with the other gag girls, whisperer.â€ She went back to the sofa and sat down. From what I could see, the pizza was mostly gone. Within a couple of minutes it was completely gone.
I looked over at Sammy and Chrissy. They just stared blankly at the pizza party going on in front of us. I donâ€™t know how they kept themselves from crying. I donâ€™t know how I did, either.
â€œMmm, that was good,â€ Liz said as she finished the last slice.
â€œTime to let the gag girls free?â€ Tina asked.
â€œAbsolutely.â€
Tina smiled as she came to us with the handcuff key. â€œYou can take off your gags now,â€ she said, unlocking Chrissy first, then Sammy, then me. Once our hands were free we peeled the tape off of our faces. I turned mine around to look at it. That grease â€œmustacheâ€ must have made me look even sillier.
Before any of us could say anything, Mrs. Anderson was bringing another pizza box in. â€œOkay, time for the naughty ones to eat.â€
My jaw dropped. â€œYou mean?â€
Tina giggled as she gathered the handcuffs and put them back in the box. â€œDidnâ€™t think weâ€™d be that mean, did you?â€
Liz handed us cups of soda sheâ€™d just poured. â€œAll in fun.â€
Mrs. Anderson set the box in front of us. â€œI kept it warm in the oven.â€ She opened the box. It was just cheese pizza, but I still gratefully tore into it, as did Sammy and Chrissy.
To my surprise, Tina sat down with us and took a slice of pizza herself. I must have given her a strange look, because she smiled at me. â€œI didnâ€™t have any of the pepperoni.â€
â€œSheâ€™s a vegetarian,â€ Connie said with a giggle.
As the four of us ate, the other girls got handcuffs out of the box and began cuffing each other like weâ€™d done before. Mrs. Anderson walked around and secured the cuffs, then gagged them all with duct tape the same way weâ€™d been gagged before. Connie got up and got The Game of Life from a cabinet and they began playing it on the living room table.
â€œWould you four like to play Monopoly?â€ Mrs. Anderson asked as we were finishing our pizza and sodas.
â€œSure,â€ Tina said. It sounded fun. Mrs. Anderson took our pizza box and cups away as Tina brought over the handcuff box. Soon we were all cuffed and gagged like the other girls were. Once we were all taped up, Mrs. Anderson brought the Monopoly box over. Tina set it up on the floor.
Unlike the card games we didnâ€™t have to talk to play, but it seemed like the other girls were â€œtalkingâ€ with one another as they played Life, even if it was just mmmmmm after mmmmmm.
As I picked the boot for my token, Chrissy turned to me. â€œMmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm?â€
I shrugged my shoulders. I didnâ€™t have any idea what she was asking.
â€œMmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm?â€ She spread her hands out, palms up, as far as her handcuffs would let her. I still didnâ€™t know what to do.
Mrs. Anderson put a hand on my shoulder. â€œJust play along, dear. Pretend you understand and talk back to her.â€
I nodded. â€œMmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm?â€
â€œMmmmmm!â€ We both giggled into our gags.
I was the first to go bankrupt, but that just gave me a chance to look over at the other girls, who were even more animated in their â€œconversations.â€ It was all so fun, I could only imagine how much weâ€™d be smiling if our lips werenâ€™t sealed shut.
Soon Mrs. Anderson set a big box of white rope on the ground between the two games. She walked over to me and unlocked my handcuffs. â€œReady to be tied up, Sherri?â€ I nodded. â€œIâ€™ll tie you in a hogtie. Itâ€™s fun.â€
She tied my wrists behind my back, then tied my ankles together, then had me lay on my stomach. She tied my ankles again so they were close to my hands. I couldnâ€™t straighten my legs.
â€œThis is a fun one to struggle with,â€ she said, patting my back. â€œJust donâ€™t lay on your stomach for too long or youâ€™ll have trouble breathing. Roll onto your side once in a while.â€
I nodded and started struggling against the ropes, rolling around a little and grunting into my gag. It tired me out to pull against the ropes so much, but it felt good too. Mrs. Anderson started tying the other girls who werenâ€™t playing games any longer. From their reactions I guessed Tina won Monopoly and Terry won Life.
Sammy and Chrissy got hogtied like me, but Tina got tied in a sitting position on the ground, her legs crossed under her. The older girls sitting on the sofa just got their ankles bound and their wrists tied behind their backs.
For a while there was a chorus of mmmmmmms as we struggled, then eventually relaxed and just enjoyed our ties, moaning quietly into our gags. Connie rested her head on Liz's shoulder. As much as Iâ€™d liked being blindfolded when I was tied before, seeing everyone so happy being tied and gagged felt good too, reminding me everyone else liked it as much as I did.
After a while Mrs. Anderson untied us and had us stand in a circle again. â€œSherri,â€ she said, â€œpull the duct tape off slowly. Itâ€™ll hurt more than the other tapes.â€
I nodded, bringing my hands up to my gag, getting ready to pull it off.
â€œReady girls? One, two, three.â€
It did hurt more, even worse than the duct tape on my hands and arms and ankles last time. My eyes watered. Tina was quick to get the lotion bottle, squirting some onto her fingers before passing it around. It soothed the stinging skin on my cheeks.
â€œHope you all had fun,â€ Mrs. Anderson said.
We all smiled and voiced our happiness. I still didnâ€™t like the pizza thing too much, but we got pizza in the end so I couldnâ€™t complain that much.
Mrs. Anderson walked up to Liz. â€œYouâ€™ve got Sherriâ€™s address, right?â€
Liz smiled and pulled out her cell phone. â€œAlready on my GPS.â€
Mrs. Anderson shook her head and giggled. â€œYou kids these days.â€
Liz turned to me. â€œReady, Sherri?â€
â€œSure.â€
We walked out to her car along with Sammy and Angela and Connie. â€œThingsâ€™ll be a little tight in the backseat,â€ Liz said.
â€œIâ€™m getting my temps next week,â€ Connie said with a laugh. She took the front seat while we younger girls sat in the back. It wasnâ€™t that cramped.
Liz and Connie talked for a bit, but when there was a break in the conversation I said, â€œLiz, did you have to draw that mustache on me?â€
She giggled. â€œTurnabout is fair play.â€
â€œI guess.â€
â€œBesides, youâ€™ll have a chance to get me back soon enough.â€
â€œI will?â€
â€œWho knows, maybe next week.â€
â€œUnless youâ€™re eager to be the first one taped next week too,â€ Connie said.
I began to understand. â€œOkay.â€
Tina dropped Angela off first, then Connie, leaving just me and Sammy in the back seat. As Tinaâ€™s car pulled up to my house I began to feel sad again, knowing it would be another week before Iâ€™d get to play with everyone again.
â€œIs this your house?â€ Sammy asked.
â€œYeah.â€
â€œI donâ€™t live that far away. Wanna play tomorrow?â€
â€œPlay?â€
She grinned. â€œIâ€™ve got duct tape in my bedroom.â€
We giggled. She wrote down her address and phone number on a piece of paper from her backpack. â€œWhen should I come over?â€
â€œAfter lunch. Better have your parents call my parents first. Make sure itâ€™s okay.â€
â€œYeah. Thank you!â€
â€œSee you tomorrow.â€
â€œSee you tomorrow.â€
Tina turned and smiled at me. â€œSee you next Friday, whisperer.â€
I blushed a bit, then giggled. â€œSee you ... what did you do?â€
She grinned. â€œNot telling. Youâ€™ll find out.â€
â€œYeah. See you!â€
I got out of her car and ran up to the front door. Iâ€™d be getting taped up again tomorrow! I could hardly wait.

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VIII)

Post by aeris » Mon Jun 27, 2011 5:57 pm

PART VIII:
Sammy answered the door. "Hey Sherri!â€
"Hi.â€ I turned and waved to my father, who waved back and drove away.
"My bedroomâ€™s upstairs. Come on.â€
I followed her inside, up the stairs, and into her room. Her bed was even bigger than mine, pretty pink sheets on top. "Should I close the door?â€
"Nah. Mom and Dad donâ€™t mind.â€
"They donâ€™t?â€ I still wondered how my parents would react if they found out what we were doing at Mrs. Andersonâ€™s.
"Mom saw me at school one day with my mouth taped. She got mad, but then she talked with Mrs. Anderson and everything was okay.â€
"Oh.â€
She opened a drawer under her desk and pulled out a shiny roll of duct tape. "I have to use my allowance for my tape. The other girls go to the mall. Dad takes me to the hardware store.â€
We laughed. "Do you tape yourself up a lot?â€
"Just my mouth. Itâ€™s not safe to do more without someone to rescue you if thereâ€™s a fire.â€
My stomach hurt again at the thought. "What about your parents?â€
"They wonâ€™t tape me up. They say my friends can, but they wonâ€™t. Can't leave my room with my mouth taped too much, either.â€
"Do any other girls come over to tape you up?â€
"Chrissy and Caitlin sometimes. I used to go to Paigeâ€™s last year.â€
"Whoâ€™s Paige?â€
"Used to be in the club. Sheâ€™s in college now.â€
"She got kicked out?â€
"Sheâ€™s out of town. She said sheâ€™d visit us when she comes back on break.â€
I nodded as Sammy sat down on her bed. Did that mean Liz wouldnâ€™t be in the club next year? What was it like to leave the club, not be able to have that fun any more?
"Câ€™mon,â€ she said, patting the bed. "Leave your shoes by the door and come up here.â€
I kicked my shoes off, then sat down in front of her on the bed as she rolled the tape in her hands. It was nice to talk, but I kind of wanted my mouth taped even more. "So what are we gonna play?â€
"Well, you still have to learn to tape up body parts, right?â€ I nodded. "Why donâ€™t I show you how to do it?â€
"Okay.â€
"Stick your legs out.â€ I straightened my legs in front of me. She put my feet in my lap and pulled my socks up. "Iâ€™ll tape over your socks so you donâ€™t get ouchies.â€
"Thanks.â€
She picked up the tape. "You want to stretch the tape as you put it on. Wrap it around at least five times, and keep moving the tape up and down. The wider the tape is when youâ€™re done, the more comfortable it is when you struggle.â€
She wrapped the tape around my ankles, just like she said, ripping the tape after they were securely bound. I wiggled my feet a bit and tried to pull my ankles apart, but the tape held firm. "Thatâ€™s nice.â€
"Now put your hands behind your back.â€ I did and she began taping my wrists together. "Itâ€™ll be funner in the winter when weâ€™re wearing long sleeves.â€
"Yeah.â€ I was already remembering how the tape hurt coming off the last time. "Donâ€™t you have any rope or handcuffs?â€
"No rope, and the only handcuffs Mom and Dad let me have are the ones you donâ€™t need a key for.â€
"Aww.â€ She ripped the tape and rubbed the loose end down. I pulled on my wrists. It felt like theyâ€™d been welded together.
"Besides, tape is fun.â€ She scooted back in front of me and smiled. "Ready for your gag?â€
"Yep!â€ I smiled as she ripped the first piece off the roll, then I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes as she pressed it against my mouth and smoothed it down with her fingers.
"Want the full muzzle, or just the one piece?â€
I thought about that. More tape would mean more pain coming off, but the single piece didnâ€™t feel as nice as the muzzle.
"You can work the tape free with your tongue if we just do that.â€ I looked at her in confusion. "Try working your tongue between your lips.â€
I did, and in a few seconds the tip of my tongue was rubbing against duct tape. It didnâ€™t taste very good. I pushed my tongue out further, and soon I could open my mouth, the tape only stuck below my nose now. "Yucky.â€
"I know. The muzzle keeps you from doing that, but it hurts more when you take it off.â€ She pulled off the strip that was still stuck to my face. It didnâ€™t hurt as much as before. "But we can always pretend the single strip is a good gag if youâ€™d like.â€
"Well ... the muzzle feels better when itâ€™s on.â€
She giggled. "I know. Should I muzzle you then?â€
"Yes please.â€
Sammy started gagging me again, this time giving me the full treatment Iâ€™d gotten from Mrs. Anderson and at her house. When she was done she rubbed the tape with both her hands. I could feel their warmth through the tape. It felt really nice. "How does that feel?â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.â€
"What?â€ We both giggled. "Well, now that youâ€™re my prisoner, what should we do?â€
"Mmmmmmmmm!â€ I wasnâ€™t sure I was comfortable with her calling me her prisoner.
She reached over and grabbed a teddy bear, then bounced it up and down on my head. "Fa la la la la, la la laaaaaa â€¦â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!â€
"Oh I know, letâ€™s move the mirror over.â€ She left her teddy bear in my lap, then got up and brought over a big mirror from the corner of her room and set it in front of me.
I hadnâ€™t seen myself gagged since I went to the bathroom with my mouth taped shut at school. Iâ€™d never seen myself bound. I wiggled around a bit, pretending to struggle, so I could see my wrists taped behind me. Imagining myself as a prisoner was kind of fun, and there was something about the duct tape that made my gag look tougher than the medical tape Mrs. Anderson used before, harder to take off. I knew that it was from the last time Iâ€™d been gagged.
Sammyâ€™s teddy bear had fallen off my lap in my "struggles,â€ so she picked it up and bounced it on my head again. "La la laaaaaa, la la laaaaaaaaaa â€¦â€
"MMMMMMMMMMM!â€ I giggled. The teddy bear looked like it was dancing on top of my head.
"Girls? Whatâ€™s going on?â€
I turned to Sammyâ€™s door as Sammy scooted towards the woman at the door. "Just playing with a new friend, Mom.â€
Her Mom giggled. "I wish youâ€™d introduce me before you taped them up.â€ She walked towards me. "Hello there, Iâ€™m Diana. Whatâ€™s your name?â€
"Mmmmmmmmm!â€
She chuckled and shook her head. "Whatâ€™s her name, Sammy?â€
"Sherri.â€
"Nice to meet you, Sherri.â€
I nodded and reached a hand towards her as best I could.
"Do you want out?â€
I shook my head and moved my hand up and down.
"I donâ€™t understand ... oh!â€ She giggled and shook my hand. "Sorry. So you like getting taped up too?â€ I nodded. "Let me guess, youâ€™ve had Mrs. Anderson as a teacher too.â€
"Sheâ€™s in her class now,â€ Sammy said.
"Sammy told you the rules about tape games in the house, right?â€
"Yes, Mom.â€
"Just making sure, sweetie. Well, I hope we can talk at some point, Sherri. Iâ€™d like to get to know you.â€
I nodded. "Mmmm mmmmmm.â€
"She said â€˜Me too,â€™ Mom.â€
Sammyâ€™s mother smiled. "How do you understand what they say when their mouths are taped?â€
Sammy shrugged her shoulders. "When are your parents picking you up, Sherri?â€ she asked. I spread the fingers of my right hand out. "Five?â€ I nodded.
"Aww," her mother said, "canâ€™t stay for dinner?â€ I shook my head. "Well, let us know when you can stay for dinner. Weâ€™d really like that.â€
"Mmmm mmmmmm.â€
Sammyâ€™s mother turned to her. "Me too?â€
"Yep.â€
She giggled. "Talk to you ... er, see you soon, Sherri.â€
"Mmmmmmmmm!â€
"What did she say, Sammy?â€
"She said â€˜Mmmmmmmm!â€™â€
I rolled my eyes. "MMMMMMMMMM!â€
Sammy giggled, but her mother looked concerned. I laughed into my gag to let her know it was okay and I was just pretending to be annoyed.
She broke a smile. "Well, Iâ€™ll leave you two to your games then. Have fun!â€
"Thanks Mom.â€ Sammy waited until her mother left, then turned back to me. "Wanna be my kitty?â€
"Mmmmmmmm?â€
"Hang on.â€ She went and got a kitten mask from her closet and pulled it over my head. It had holes in the eyes so I could see myself in the mirror. The mask only came down to my nose so my gag was still visible. I giggled at how I looked.
"Nice kitty,â€ Sammy said, rubbing the back of my head.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.â€ I tried to imitate a meow as best as I could with my lips sealed.
She stroked my back. "Such a cute little kitty-cat.â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.â€
"Does kitty wanna eat?â€
"Mmmm mmmmmmmmmm!â€
She giggled. "Canâ€™t eat with your mouth taped, can you kitty?â€
I hadnâ€™t expected that. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!â€
"Aww, itâ€™s okay kitty. Youâ€™ll eat soon.â€
I nodded and started to "meowâ€ into my gag again as she rubbed my head and back. Memories of the pizza party came back, and as well as that turned out in the end, I wasnâ€™t sure I wanted to go through it again.
After a while Sammy got up and got a pair of scissors from her desk. "Okay, time to release you.â€ I whimpered into my gag. "I know, but itâ€™s not good to stay bound up for too long.â€
She cut the tape on my wrists, leaving me to pull it off while she took the tape off my ankles. I squealed a little into my gag as I took the tape off my wrists. It hurt less than before, but still stung.
After throwing the used tape away she walked back to me and handed me the roll of duct tape. "Okay. We can both have our mouths taped, but if you tape me up then you have to take your gag off. What do you wanna do?â€
I thought for a while, then pointed to her. "Mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm mmmm?â€
"I asked you first.â€ She stuck her tongue out at me.
I sighed and tore a piece off. With a smile she stuck her face in front of mine, holding her hands behind her back as I started to tape her mouth shut like she had mine. She made happy sounds into the gag as I applied it, remembering the lessons Iâ€™d been taught the day before on how to make a tape muzzle.
Once the gag was complete I walked over to her desk, hoping to find a marker. All I could find was a pen. I walked over and tried to write "I AM RUDEâ€ on the tape over her mouth, but the pen didnâ€™t write well on the tape. Sammy had to walk up close to the mirror just to see it.
"Mmmmmmmm!â€ She took the pen from my hand and wrote on my gag. I had to walk up to the mirror too. It took a while, but eventually I made out the backwards writing. "MEOW.â€ I still had the kitty mask on.
I turned to her. "Mmmmm mmmmmmmmmm!â€
"Mmmmmmmmmm!â€
We giggled for a while. There we were, half our faces swathed in duct tape. So now what?
Sammy pointed to her television. "Mmmmmmm mmm mmmmmmmmm?â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.â€
We watched television for a while, sitting next to each other on her bed, "talkingâ€ to each other when commercials came on. She liked the same shows I did. Every once in a while Iâ€™d rub my gag, enjoying the feel of it.
She turned the television off after a while, then motioned for me to take my gag off. I peeled it off slowly, and it hardly hurt at all. She handed me the roll of duct tape again and put her hands behind her back.
"Okay,â€ I said. First I bound her wrists, then her ankles, just like she had mine. She pulled on the tape for a while like I had mine. I still had the kitty mask on and it gave me an idea. I got up on all fours besides her. "Meow?â€
"Mmmmmm?â€
"Meeeeeeeow?â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmm?â€
"Meeeow.â€ I rubbed my cheek against her shoulder and she giggled into her gag. I started crawling around her and rubbing my cheek and side against her and meowing. When I got behind her back I saw her fingers fluttering. I bent down and let her scratch my neck. It tickled a little but it was so fun.
I got back up and nuzzled her shoulder again, then licked it. Her t-shirt was fuzzy and dried my tongue out. I tried to spit out the fuzz and she launched into a huge giggle fit.
"Why you ...â€ I chuckled and pounced on her, tickling her sides as she rolled over onto her back, laughing into her gag and trying to squirm away from my hands. Iâ€™d had tickle fights before, but nothing like this. Itâ€™s fun to tickle knowing you canâ€™t get tickled back.
"Sherri?â€ I turned around to see Sammyâ€™s Mom in the doorway again. "Sherri, I think your dadâ€™s here.â€
"Aww.â€ I turned to Sammy. "Sorry I gotta go.â€
She was still giggling from the tickles. "Mmmmm mmmmmmmmm.â€
"Iâ€™ll cut her free,â€ her mother said.
"Okay. It was nice playing with you, Sammy.â€
"Mmmmmmmmmmm.â€
"What?â€
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!â€
Her mother giggled. "Sorry we didnâ€™t get a chance to talk, Sherri.â€
"Itâ€™s okay.â€ She handed me my shoes as I got up from the bed. "Maybe next time? Iâ€™ll ask for more time next time Iâ€™m over.â€
"That would be lovely.â€ She picked up the scissors. "Say goodbye, Sammy.â€
"Mmmmmmmmm.â€
I waved at her as she turned to wave a taped-up hand at me. "See you next week.â€

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VIII posted)

Post by hafnermg » Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:53 am

this is such an incredible story!!!

### Re: Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part VIII posted)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Tue Jun 28, 2011 11:30 am

Hallo, I like story also. Even if Tape is not my favourite tie up material.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Mrs. Anderson's Tape Club (Part IX)

Post by aeris » Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:35 pm

PART IX:
I hoped the extra time I spent taped up at Sammyâ€™s on Saturday would tide me over until the next Friday at Mrs. Andersonâ€™s, but I think it made things worse. Sunday, after I finished my homework, I snuck out to the garage to look for duct tape, but Mom and Dad didnâ€™t have any. I thought about Sammy, probably up in her room gagged and doing fun things with tape on her mouth. I wanted that too.
The week went by slowly again, every day at school wishing I could get in trouble and have Mrs. Anderson tape me up again. The worst part was knowing that I wouldnâ€™t be gagged as soon as I got to her house. After the "pizza party" last week I didnâ€™t want to be the first any longer. Iâ€™d have to wait for game time to get my mouth taped.
The final bell rang Friday afternoon and I rushed to get out to Tinaâ€™s car, beating Sammy and Chrissy there. Sammy and I talked about last Saturday and the games we played. She couldnâ€™t play that Saturday because she was going to a wedding with her parents, but she said the next Saturday we could do something. Chrissy said sheâ€™d come over too. That sounded like fun.
The others were waiting for us in Mrs. Andersonâ€™s living room and we talked some more until Mrs. Anderson came in. "Hello, girls."
"Hello, Mrs. Anderson."
"Whoâ€™s going first today?"
Angela raised her hand first. "Can I, Mrs. Anderson?" A few others raised their hands too. They all wanted to go first, even after what me and Sammy and Chrissy went through last week?
Mrs. Anderson smiled. "Well, we did the elementary schoolers earlier. Angela, how about you and Caitlin, the junior high students together?"
Caitlin and Angela smiled at one another, Caitlin clapping her hands.
"Everyone else to the kitchen," Mrs. Anderson said, walking over to the drawer where she kept her tape.
That was the first time I got to see Mrs. Andersonâ€™s kitchen. We younger kids took seats around the table while the older girls stood around us.
"Okay," Liz said, "Any ideas for teasing?"
We all looked around at each other. "Can we do the pizza thing again?" I asked.
Tina smiled. "Did that last week. Letâ€™s lay off the food for a while." I was kind of disappointed because I wouldnâ€™t be able to tease them like I got teased last time.
"How about mothers and daughters?" Connie asked.
Liz smiled. "Okay. But weâ€™ve got four moms and three daughters. Someoneâ€™s gonna have two mommies."
Chrissy pointed to me. "How about Sherri?"
"She hasnâ€™t done mothers and daughters yet," Liz said. "She could use the help."
Tina put a hand on my shoulder. "Iâ€™ll be mommy one. You can be mommy two, Liz."
Everyone but Chrissy and I giggled. Chrissy just rolled her eyes. I leaned towards her. "Why is everyone laughing?" I asked.
Chrissy bent over to whisper in my ear. "Tinaâ€™s a lesbian."
I paused. Mom and Dad had explained to me what lesbians were before, told me to love them as I loved everyone else no matter what the other kids at school said, but Iâ€™d only seen lesbians on television before. I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."
Chrissy shrugged her shoulders too, then walked over to Connie as Terry and Sammy started talking to one another.
Liz and Tina walked up to me as I stood up. "Okay," Liz said, "when we play mothers and daughters, we older kids pretend to be your mothers. We point out the â€˜naughty girlsâ€™ to you."
"You tease them," Tina said, "and we lecture them."
"Okay."
Tina rubbed my shoulder. "Pretend youâ€™ve never seen anyone with her mouth taped before."
"Why?"
"Makes it funner." She smiled.
"Okay. Should I call you both Mommy?"
Liz giggled. "Yeah."
Tina hugged Liz. "My life partner."
Liz grinned and patted Tinaâ€™s back. I didnâ€™t know what to think about Tina being a lesbian. It felt like it didnâ€™t matter, that I loved her the same like Mom and Dad told me to, but it was still kind of strange.
"Pretend you donâ€™t know the others, either," Liz said. "Weâ€™re all just families walking by a couple of naughty girls being punished with gags."
"Okay."
"Act like you donâ€™t even know whatâ€™s on their mouths," Tina said. "Then weâ€™ll explain it and you can start teasing them."
"Okay." I didnâ€™t really understand, but it sounded like it could be fun.
A few seconds later Mrs. Anderson came into the kitchen. "Theyâ€™re ready."
"Weâ€™ll go first," Tina said, then looked down at me. "Ready, daughter?"
"Yes Mommy," I said, grinning up at her.
Tina smiled back and took one of my hands in her own. Liz took the other, and they walked me back to the living room. Caitlin and Angela had their backs to the same wall we younger girls had last time. Caitlin had "LIAR" written over her gag, and Angela had "BACKTALKER." They held their hands behind their back, but I didnâ€™t see any bindings on them.
Tina and Liz slowed down as we walked up to them. "Well well," Liz said with a grin, "looks like someoneâ€™s been naughty." The gagged girls rolled their eyes.
Tina squeezed my hand. I looked up to her and she nodded at me. It took a bit for me to realize what she wanted me to do. "Mommy," I said to her, "whatâ€™s that on their mouths?"
"Thatâ€™s tape, Sherri."
I turned to Caitlin and Angela, who were shaking their heads. "Why do they have tape on their mouths?"
"Theyâ€™re being punished," Liz said. "This is called a gag. It keeps them from talking."
I looked up at Liz. "Why are they being punished?"
"Letâ€™s see." Liz stood beside Caitlin and pointed to her gag as Caitlin sighed. "What does that say, Sherri?"
"It says liar, Mommy."
"Thatâ€™s right." She smiled at Caitlin. "And now she canâ€™t tell any lies because she canâ€™t open her mouth."
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Caitlin scowled at Liz.
"And what does this gag say," Tina said, pointing to the tape on Angelaâ€™s mouth.
"It says backtalker, Mommy."
"Very good. She talked back to someone, and now she canâ€™t talk."
"Mmmmmm mmmmmm!"
Liz knelt down beside me. "Now they have to stand here and be quiet until they learn their lessons."
"They sound funny, donâ€™t they?" Tina asked me.
"Yes Mommy."
"And they look funny with all that tape on their mouths, donâ€™t they?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
I looked up at Angela as she tried to talk into her gag. "And the words on them make them look even sillier, Mommy."
"MMMMMMMMMM!"
"MMMMMMMMM!"
Liz laughed. "Yes they do, precious. Why donâ€™t you tease them a little, help them learn their lessons?"
Just then Terry led Sammy in by the hand. Terry started giggling as she joined us. "Got another couple of girls who canâ€™t keep their mouths shut, huh?"
Sammy pointed up at the gagged girls. "Why are their mouths taped, Mommy?"
"Theyâ€™re being punished, dear," Terry said.
"Oh." Sammy looked over at me and waved. "Hi, Iâ€™m Sammy."
I waved back, remembering how we were playing this game. "I'm Sherri. Wanna help me tease them?"
Sammy looked up at Terry. "Can I, Mommy? Please?"
"Of course, dear."
I reached up and started poking Caitlinâ€™s tummy. She made angry noises into her gag as Sammy started poking at Angela, getting the same response. I looked around and saw that their hands werenâ€™t bound, but they kept them behind their backs even as we poked away.
"Lying isnâ€™t nice," Liz said to Caitlin, her voice stern all of a sudden. "If youâ€™re not honest with others, you could hurt them."
"Mmmmm mmmmmm!" She started batting at my hands, but lightly. I kept poking and giggled.
"How would you like it if you were lied to? What if your teacher lied when she said you could take off that gag when you were done being punished? Howâ€™d you like to have your mouth taped the rest of your life?"
"MMMMMMMMMMM!" Caitlin shuddered.
"Thatâ€™s right, no more talking. Ever."
"And no more yummy pizza," I said.
"Thatâ€™s right, Sherri, she couldnâ€™t have pizza or ice cream or candy."
"MMMMM MMMMMMMM!"
I giggled and started to tickle her sides. She pushed my hands away, but I kept reaching them back up.
"And you," Tina said to Angela. "Talking back. Thatâ€™s not very nice."
"Mmmmmmm!" Angela grabbed Sammyâ€™s hands to keep her from tickling, but Sammy giggled and squirmed trying to get at her.
"Now she canâ€™t talk," Sammy said, "because sheâ€™s wearing a great big gag!"
"Great big backtalkers deserve great big gags," Tina said, smiling and wagging her finger at Angela. "And they should wear them from great big lengths of time."
"How long do you suppose theyâ€™ll be gagged up for?" Terry asked.
"Hope itâ€™s a long time," Liz said. "They need to learn to keep their mouths shut."
"These two again?" Connie walked in, Chrissy holding her hand. "This is the third time this month!"
Chrissy giggled and bounced up and down on her heels. "Mommy, can I, can I?"
"Of course, sweetie." Connie patted Chrissyâ€™s back.
"Weâ€™re tickling them," I said as Chrissy ran up between us. "Wanna join us!"
Chrissy laughed and reached up to tickle their bellies. Now they had to block six tickling hands, and they couldnâ€™t do it. Soon all our fingers were dancing on their tummies.
"So this isnâ€™t the first time?" Terry asked Connie.
"This is the fourth or fifth time. These two are always getting in trouble."
"Do you know how long theyâ€™ll be gagged for?"
"Last time it was the whole day. Probably longer this time."
Tina folded her arms across her chest. "You should be ashamed of yourself, little gagged-up liar. Telling all those lies. Donâ€™t you ever learn?" Caitlin couldnâ€™t respond because Chrissy and I were both tickling her. "Maybe you need some more punishment."
"Ooh," Tina said, "maybe they should be walked through town so everyone can see them all gagged."
"Or maybe take photos and put them up all over town." Liz poked Caitlinâ€™s shoulder. "So people know not to trust the naughty little liar."
"Or the rude little backtalker."
"Everyone smile," Connie said. We turned and she was pretending to hold a camera with her hands, pointed at all of us. "Click!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
Connie put her "camera" in her pocket. "Iâ€™ll print the posters out tonight. Maybe we can make them put them up tomorrow?"
Caitlin and Angela shook their heads, their eyes wide. We started tickling them again.
"Imagine your friends seeing you like this," Tina said to the gagged girls.
"If they havenâ€™t already, they sure will now," Liz said. "Even theyâ€™re gonna tease you about getting all gagged up."
"Youâ€™ll never live it down, the shame of it."
"And if youâ€™d just behaved, none of this would have happened."
"Itâ€™s true, itâ€™s true. You brought all this on yourselves by being so disrespectful and naughty."
"Okay," Mrs. Anderson said, "their faces are kind of red. Letâ€™s let them reflect on their bad behavior for a while."
Liz took my hand and led me to the sofa, then picked me up and sat me down on her lap. Tina sat beside her. Caitlin and Angela's faces were pretty flush.
"Have fun, daughter?" Liz asked me.
"Yes Mommy," I said.
"Thatâ€™s why you shouldnâ€™t talk back or lie," Tina said. "Then thatâ€™ll be you with your mouth taped and everyone making fun of you."
I looked up at her, the idea flashing in my head. "If I talk back or lie, will you tape my mouth shut, Mommy?"
Tina grinned a little at me and patted my head. "Later, daughter, later."
"Okay, Mommy." I hoped thatâ€™d work, but it didnâ€™t.
We kept talking like we were mothers and daughters about Caitlin and Angela as they stood against the wall, the big gags still on their faces, which weren't so red now. Sammy and I "introduced" ourselves to Chrissy as the "mommies" talked about how naughty Caitlin and Angela were, how they hoped the time they spent gagged would make them behave better.
Mrs. Anderson felt Caitlin and Angelaâ€™s foreheads and whispered something into their ears. Both girls nodded, then Mrs. Anderson walked over to us. "Five minutes. Think theyâ€™ve been tickled as much as they can stand, so keep your distance."
We all got up and formed a semi-circle around Caitlin and Angela. As Sammy and Chrissy and I pointed and laughed and made funny faces at them, the older girls kept "lecturing" them about what theyâ€™d done wrong, how they needed to learn their lessons. It wasnâ€™t quite as fun as tickling them, but I still enjoyed myself.
"Okay," Mrs. Anderson said after a while, walking up to Caitlin and Angela. "Learned your lessons?" Both girls nodded. "Then you can take the tape off."
As they took their gags off the other girls started applauding them. I joined in. Caitlin and Angela smiled as they freed their mouths, Angela taking a little bow.
"How was that?" Mrs. Anderson asked them.
"Fun," Angela said, "but tiring."
"Think I need a breather," Caitlin said. She breathed loudly and quickly, like sheâ€™d been exercising.
"Tell you what," Mrs. Anderson said. "You two rest here for a while and everyone else can start playing maids."