## The Half-Hour Rule!

Post by Gemscot » Sun Dec 28, 2008 12:25 pm

[i]This wasnâ€™t THE first time I tied Paul up, but it was one of our first TUGs. It took place five years ago when I was fourteen and Paul was seven.[/i]
It was a very hot and humid Saturday afternoon in July. Paul was relaxing in a lounger in the conservatory.
Paul was wearing a blue-striped white tee-shirt with matching shorts.
Lisa entered the conservatory, carrying a large paperback book in her right hand.
Lisa was wearing a light grey cropped tee-shirt and skin-tight faded blue jeans cropped shorts with frayed edges, and Dunlop Green Flash white plimsolls.
â€œNothing to do, bro?â€ Lisa enquired, pausing by the coffee table.
â€œJust chillin!â€ Paul replied airily.
â€œWant me to tie you to the lounger?â€ Lisa offered. â€œSee how long it takes you to escape.â€
â€œOK!â€ Paul replied, eagerly.
â€œGet some ropes!â€ Lisa asked, putting her book on the coffee table.
Lisa went upstairs to her bedroom, while Paul went out to the shed.
Lisa returned first, carrying a black plastic digital stopwatch in her hand. She placed it gently on the coffee table facing the lounger.
Paul returned carrying four lengths of thick rope. Dropping them on the coffee table next to the stopwatch, he eagerly sat down in the lounger and placed his arms flat on the solid wood arms.
Kneeling down on the floor, Lisa tied Paulâ€™s ankles securely to the chair legs. Standing up, she picked up the remaining ropes and tied her brotherâ€™s arms securely to the lounger arms.
â€œIâ€™m going!â€ Dianne announced, standing in the doorway. â€œSee you kids later!â€
Dianne was a tall and slender, yet solidly built and very attractive lady in her late thirties, with shoulder-length loose curly black hair. She wore a blue and white striped tee-shirt and white shorts, with white socks and blue and white plimsolls.
â€œBye, mom!â€ Lisa replied, tying Paulâ€™s ankles to the chair legs.
â€œDonâ€™t hurt him!â€ Dianne warned, watching her daughter stand up and tie her sonâ€™s arms to the lounger arms.
â€œThey arenâ€™t tight!â€ Lisa replied sweetly, tying the ropes tight.
Reassured, Dianne turned and left.
â€œThat ok?â€ Lisa asked, setting the stopwatch going when he had finished tying Paul to the lounger. â€œRopes not TOO tight?â€
â€œJust great!â€ Paul replied appreciatively.
â€œGet yourself loose, and stop the clock when you do!â€ Lisa instructed, gesturing the stopwatch. â€œIâ€™ll just be outside if you need me!â€
Lisa picked up her book and went outside into the immaculate and secluded back lawn. She lay full-length on her stomach under the shade of the tree, and resting her chin on her hands, started reading her book. Although she spared her brother a quick glance, the warm summer weather soon made Lisa feel drowsy, and she fell asleep.
In the conservatory, Paul struggled against his bonds, but it was no good. Being a Girl Guide, Lisa was an expert at tying knots. Although they werenâ€™t over tight, the knots were strong enough to keep the boy in that position, and out of reach of his teeth.
About half an hour into the game, exhausted from frequent bouts of struggling, Paul decided he would have to admit defeat. He was about to call his sister when he heard voices in both their neighboursâ€™ gardens. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Paul just sat quietly waiting for the neighbours to go. However, the warm weather and his exertions caused the boy to fall asleep.
From where he was sitting, Paul had a clear view of a clock on the window sill. When he woke up, he realised heâ€™d been tied for two hours - the longest so far! He was very pleased with himself!
Paul was just about to open his mouth to call Lisa when his mother appeared in the open doorway. Her expression of shock at seeing her son still tied up was unmistakable.
â€œLISA!â€ Dianne yelled. â€œCOME HERE, NOW!â€
Shocked awake, Lisa jumped up and hurried over to her mother, remembering her brother was tied up.
â€œIâ€™m so sorry, Paul!â€ Lisa exclaimed apologetically, frantically untying her brother. â€œYou should have called me!â€
â€œGO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW GIRL!â€ A very angry Dianne ordered.
Too afraid to say anything, Lisa scurried off up to her room to wait for her mother.
Dianne checked Paul over to make sure there were no injuries, and then went upstairs to deal with her daughterâ€¦..
[To begin with, our mother imposed a complete ban on the TUGs. After calming down and talking it over with our father, it was â€œagreedâ€ that TUGs would be allowed as long as the ropes werenâ€™t too tight and the captive wasnâ€™t kept tied longer than half an hour Ever since then, weâ€™ve indulged in TUGs in one of two ways. If parents are around, the captive is tied up and timed to see how much more than half an hour we can get away with. If there is no parental/other adult supervision, the half hour rule is completely ignored and captives are kept tied for as long as we can get away with â€“ sometimes too tight as well!