This story isn't strictly speaking true. Everything happened it just might not have been in one go. This is a sort of compilation memory. It may never have happened exactly like this, It may have happened many times but most likely something similar happened lots of times.
I came home from school and opened the door. I was a latchkey kid at 13 and today no friend invited me back or came back with me. I kicked off my shoes, hung my coat up and grabbed a coke from the fridge. I put my feet up on the table infront of the telly and flicked MTV on. Nothing decent so OK start homework.
Well i finished just before 5-30 so plopped back infront of the TV. Still in school blouse, skirt and tights I switch on and wait for neighbours. While I'm waiting I go get my handcuffs. I put my feet back up on the table and put my hands behind my back. I look at my toes wigglin as I do it and suddenly think -Tights. they'll have to come off. I have an idea.
I took my tights off and tied them around my ankles , cincing in between before tying the knot. then I put my hands behind my back and click the handcuffs on. I watch neighbours waiting to see if anyone gets kidnapped. It's a hope and not unheardof plot in Soaps.
Halfway through the door opens and mum comes in.
"Hi Natalie"
"Hi mum" I say wiggling my toes again.
"Ntalie. Get your feet off the table." Mum sat down on the sofa beside me.
I got my feet off the table and wriggled round so I could put my legs onto mum's lap.
"Good thing your tied up"
"why"
"Becase girls wo put their feet on the table deserve to be tickled." with that she grabbed my tights to hold my feet in place and began to tickle the soles of my feet.
I wriggled and squirmed and laughed enjoying my punishent so much for the minute or so it lasted.
When nenighbours finished Mum asked If i'd finished my homework. "Yes" I said.
"Good" she said you can help me with tea. She picked the keys off the table and unlocked my cuffs, recuffing them infront of me. Next she untied my ankles and led me into the kitchen. She gave me instructions on how to help her but I had to do everything with my hands cuffed infront. I was uncuffed for eating but had my hands recuffed infront afterwards.
Now clear up while I get changed. I loaded the plates and things in the dishwasher and by the time i'd got it switched on mum was back. She'd changed out of her business suit was now in shorts and t-shirt.
"Well done" she said "you're sure you finished homework"
"Yes"
"Good" she said and unlocked my hands just to recuff them behind me. She led me into the lounge again and sat down of the couch lifting up my school tights where they had been dropped when I was untied.
"You ruined these. Only one thing to do with them."
She made me kneel down and used the tights to tie my ankles together again. Then she took one leg and tied it to my cuffs so i was hogtied.
"So tell me about school today"
This was the interregation game. The soles of my barefeet were tickled as mum asked questions, gentle tickling at first but with more probing questions the tickling became intense. Now even though I love being tickled , tickle me hard enough I'll cnfess to anyhting: 9/11, murder of JFK. As I begged mum to stop she contiued the interrogation till she knew almost every word I spoke that day. That's why I have no secrets from mum.
Eventually The tickling stopped and we watched some TV. I was hogtied for about half an hour before mum untied me.
OK. There it is all true but maybe not all on the same day.