Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Wed Nov 04, 2015 11:04 am

Chapter 1

It was the last week before the long summer school holiday, fifteen year old Becky Story, was really looking forward to holiday especially as she now has a new boyfriend to spend it with.

The pretty little blonde arrived home from school on the Wednesday of that week to find her mum and her gran waiting for her. She immediately sensed something was wrong as her mum had been crying.

“Mum what’s wrong?” She asked.

“Come on in Becky and sit down.” Her gran said.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Becky asked again.

“You know I haven’t been feeling well recently don’t you dear?” Her mum said fighting back the tears.

“Mum you’re not going to die are you?” Becky tearfully asked.

“No dear you’re not getting rid of your old mum that easily, but I do need a major operation, I’ll be in hospital for a few weeks and then I will have to go into a nursing home until I’m well enough to come. I’ve put off having the operation for a couple of weeks until the school holidays because you won’t be able to stop here alone.”

“I’m coming to stay with you gran?” Becky asked.

“Sadly no dear I’d love for you to stay with me, but I only have a one bedroom flat.”

“You’re Auntie Em has kindly agreed that you can go and stay with her.”

This news was almost as bad as hearing about her mum’s operation.

Auntie Em was her late father’s older sister and Becky didn’t really know her very well they only ever met at family occasions weddings, funerals etc. Auntie Em never married, and she’s recently retired from her position of headmistress at Denton High School for Girls, a school in the same town where Becky lives.
The school had reputation for its strict discipline while her Aunt was in charge, a couple of Becky’s friends who attend that school told her she was an evil woman, Becky had heard rumours of how the teachers were allowed to tie the girls up during detention but she never believed them. After retiring Aunty Em bought a cottage in Devon close by the sea.

“Can’t I stop here, I’m not a baby I can look after myself.” Becky sobbed.

“No dear, its best you go to your Aunts, your mum will have enough to worry about without having to worry about you too.” Her gran told her.

“But Jack, I won’t be able to see him Auntie Em lives miles away.” Becky sobbed.

“Please Becky don’t be difficult I really don’t need this. I’m sure Auntie Em will let Jack visit you, she may even let him stay a couple of nights.” Mum said reassuringly.

“Sorry Mum, you’re all that matters at the moment I’ll do this for you.” Becky said giving her mum a big hug and a kiss.

“Good girl.” Her gran tearfully said.




The following Sunday Becky dressed for her journey to Auntie Em’s it was a hot sunny day, so she put on her tight blue denim shorts, a tight fitting pale blue vest top and white trainers, she had brushed her long blonde hair back into a ponytail.

She tearfully said her goodbyes to her mum and promised to phone her every day.

Jack her boyfriend walked with her to the train station and even carried her case for her. He waited on the platform with her until her train arrived. After more tearful goodbyes and kisses Becky got on her train.

“I’ll phone you every day.” She called out.





The train journey took around three hours this was followed by a short taxi ride to Auntie Em’s cottage.

The large cottage stood alone in a large beautifully kept garden, which over looked the sea.

“What a beautiful place.” Becky thought as she walked down the path looking at all the beautiful flowers in full bloom, before she reached the door she spotted Auntie Em in the garden, sitting under a parasol.

“Auntie Em.” She called out.

Auntie Em a tall thin woman in her mid-fifties with greying curly hair got to her feet, she was dressed in a knee length short sleeved yellow summery dress.

“Rebecca how lovely to see you, sit down you must exhausted after your journey I’ve got a jug of ice lemonade in the fridge I’ll go and bring it.

Becky took a seat at the table under the parasol after a while Auntie Em returned carrying a tray with two glasses on it, the jug of homemade lemonade along with scones, clotted cream and jam.

The two of them chatted for a while they had their refreshments.

“She seems rather nice.” Becky thought to herself as they chatted.

“Come along dear I’ll show you your room, and you can unpack.” Auntie Em said once they had finished.

Becky picked up her case and followed the woman into the cottage, she took Becky up to the spare bedroom, and was a nice big beautifully decorated room with a large bed in the centre of it.

“Through this door is your bathroom.” Aunty Em said showing Becky her en suite room bathroom and toilet.

“All I ask you keep both rooms clean and tidy, just as they are now.”

“Of course I will Aunty Em.”

“You unpack dear and then come and join me in the lounge when you’re ready.”

Auntie Em then left Becky alone, she looked around the room and out of the window the sea view was amazing.

After unpacking she phoned her mum and Jack to tell them she’d arrived safely and Auntie Em seemed really nice, then she went to find her Aunt in the lounge.

“Rebecca come in take a seat.” Auntie Em said as Becky nervously walked into the lounge.

“Now then Rebecca I have a few house rules, I’d like you to adhere to, you are free to come and go as you please, but please tell me whenever you go out.
Meal times,breakfast is served at seven o’clock prompt, lunch at one o’clock and dinner at six o’clock, your meals will only be kept warm for ten minutes after that they will be thrown away, and we eat together at the kitchen table."

Becky was horrified at thought of having to get up at seven o'clock for breakfast every morning

"I expect you to be obedient at all times and do whatever I tell you instantly without questions.
As I’ve already told you I expect you to keep your rooms clean and tidy to a very high standard, you will also be responsible for your own washing and ironing, you will also be given a list of chores every day which I want you to do for me if you’re to stay here you’re to earn your keep.
Failure to do any of these will result in punishment, but I’m sure it won’t come to that. Any questions?"

The word punishment sent a shiver down Becky's spine.

Becky who was beginning to dislike her Aunt, paused before saying.

“I don’t see a television is it in another room?”

“I don’t have a television dear, evil contraptions those things I won’t have one in this house, I have lots other things we can do.
We can go for walks after dinner, I have a large collection of board games, and jigsaws, in the back room there are plenty of books, I could also teach you to bake or knit.”

Just then loud music began to fill the room as Becky’s phone began to ring

“What on earth is that?” Aunty Em asked her face looking rather angry.

“My phone.” Becky replied.

“Switch it off and give it to me, I can’t be doing with that racket going off every two minutes, you’ll get it back when you leave.”

“Please you can’t take my phone I need it to call my mum, I’ll keep it on silent in future.”

“Hand it over Rebecca there is a house phone can use occasionally, I’d hate to have to punish you so soon.” Aunty Em said holing out her hand.

“BITCH.” Becky screamed throwing her phone on the sofa before running out of the room and up to her own room.

She lay face down on her bed crying, after a few minutes Aunty Em walked in the room.

“Oh dear Rebecca we haven’t got off to a good start have we, you’re going to have to learn I won’t be spoken to like that in my own home.”

Aunty Em pulled box from under the bed and took out some thin white rope.

“What are you doing, get off me.” Becky protested as her aunt pulled her arms behind her back.

“Teaching you a lesson young lady.”

Aunty Em crossed Becky’s wrists and securely bound them together

“You can’t tie up.” Becky protested.

“You forget Rebecca this is my house I can do whatever I want.”

Aunty Em then took a silk scarf which she’d already folded into a long band which she’d tied a large knot in the centre.

“Girls that call me such terrible things get their mouth gagged Rebecca open wide dear.” Aunty Em said holding the knot to Becky mouth.

Becky paused and looked tearfully at her Aunt not knowing what to do.

“Refusing your gag will only make your punishment far worse, now open.”

Becky knew she had no option but to open her mouth for the gag, Aunty Em forced the knot behind her teeth and pull the two loose ends of the scarf behind her head so tightly they stretched the sides of her mouth and double knotted them behind her head under her ponytail.
Aunty Em then removed Becky’s trainers before binding her bare ankles and knees tightly together, both times Becky moaned and flinched as the tight ropes dug into her soft flesh.

Aunty Em stood over the bound sobbing girl and told her.

“You can stay like that until breakfast, hopefully by then you will have learnt the error of your ways and calmed down so we start a fresh tomorrow. The sooner you learn this is my and you have to obey by my rules the more pleasant our time together will be.”
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Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Tieup1 » Thu Nov 05, 2015 4:50 am

A very good start :)

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Headmistress » Thu Nov 05, 2015 5:46 am

Excellent start, Jenny. Looking forward to the next chapter.

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Fri Nov 06, 2015 5:29 am

Chapter 2

With Aunty Em out of the room Becky was determined to get free, and runaway from this horrible woman. She struggled to work some slack into the ropes binding her, but soon realized it was useless they were like tight iron bands around her limbs, no matter how hard she tried they weren’t going to budge.
She managed to sit herself up and look around the room for something sharp so she could cut the ropes binding her wrists, but saw nothing. Disheartened she lay back down and began to cry, she couldn’t spend the whole six week holiday here she had to get away.

After a couple of hours of trying to think up ways to escape she heard voices on the road outside.

"That’s it if I jump over to the window, I maybe be able to get the attention of any passers-by." she thought to herself.

She managed to get herself off the bed, and carefully hop over to the window.

After a short while a man walking a dog came by, Becky screamed into her gag and banged on the window with her head, hoping the guy would look up and see her, but he just carried on walking by.
Shortly after two women on an afternoon walk stopped and looked over the fence at the beautiful garden for a few moments, once more Becky tried to get their attention but they too never looked up at her window, and they carried on.

Then to Becky’s horror she heard the door being opened and Aunty Em walked in.

“Admiring the sea view are you dear?”

Becky moaned into her gag as Aunty Em roughly pulled her away from the window.

“I thought I’d check in on you on my way back from the bathroom, good job I did isn’t it? What the hell do you think you we’re doing you stupid girl? You’d better change your attitude quickly young lady if we are to get on, maybe a good caning will help you change. I was even thinking about setting you free at dinner time, but you can forget about that now.”

Aunty Em pushed Becky face down on her bed once more.
Becky watched in fear as her Aunt reached under her bed again.

“I suspected you were going to give me trouble Rebecca, when your mum told me you couldn’t be trusted to stay at home on your own, and that is why I brought my old school punishment box in your room. I never thought I’d get to use old faithful again. She said with a smile flexing a whippy crooked handle cane in front of Becky’s face.

Becky began to struggle as Aunt Em started to unfasten her shorts, but this only earned her a couple of hard slaps on her legs.

“Keep still or I’ll double your caning.” Her aunt warned her.

Becky’s shorts where pulled down to the rope binding her knees as were her white panties, Aunty Em then took two pillows and placed them under Becky raising her bottom up.

“Now I’m going to remove your gag, please don’t scream or shout I have a terrible headache and I would hate to have to treble your caning.”

Aunty Em pulled the gag from Becky’s mouth and let it hang loosely around her neck.

“You are about to receive a dozen strokes of the cane on your bottom, I want you to count each stroke out loud and after each stoke I want you to say thank you Aunty Emily. So it one thank you Aunty Emily, two thank you Aunty Emily and so on. I don’t want to hear anything else or your caning will be trebled is that clear?”

Becky never replied.

“I said is that clear Rebecca?”

“Yes Aunty Emily very clear.” Becky replied.

Becky felt Aunty Em’s cane touch her bottom as the she positioned herself.

“I’m really sorry to have to do this Rebecca but really do have a behaviour problem that needs correcting.

Becky bit in her bottom lip and waited for the first stroke of the cane.

WHACK!
“One. Thank you Aunty Emily.” Becky cried out.

WHACK!
“Two. Thank you Aunty Emily.

WHACK!
“Three. Thank you Aunty Emily

Becky was now fighting back tears that were being to well up in her eyes she was determined not give her Aunt the pleasure of seeing her cry.

After the eighth stinging stroke of the cane she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“Eight. Thank you Aunty Emily.” She sobbed.

Aunty Em allowed herself a little smile knowing her niece’s resistance was broken.

Becky was relieved when the twelfth and final stroke landed on her stinging bottom.

“Twelve. Thank you Aunty Emily.” She cried before letting her tensed up body relax.

Aunty Em wasted no time in putting the gag back in Becky’s mouth, before she removed the pillows from under her and replaced her panties and shorts over her sore reddened bottom.

“I hope that has taught you a valuable lesson Rebecca and I never have to repeat that caning, I take no pleasure from caning you.”

“I fucking bet you don’t.” Becky said under her breath.

Aunty Em put her cane back under the bed, and then took another length of rope from her box.

“Just in case you get anymore idea about going walkabouts.”

She tied one end of the rope to Becky’s bound wrists and the other to her bound ankles to make a hogtie, although the hogtie wasn’t very tight or too uncomfortable it served its purpose and confined Becky to her bed.

“I’ll leave you alone now, to think about what you have done and why you are being punished, and hopefully tomorrow will be a much more pleasant day for everyone.”

On that note Aunty Em left the room

“BITCH.” Becky screamed into her gag once her aunt was out of the room, because she knew the evening and night ahead was going to be long and uncomfortable.
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Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Tieup1 » Fri Nov 06, 2015 3:00 pm

Another superb chapter :)

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Driverman » Fri Nov 06, 2015 3:33 pm

Fantastic story!

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Sat Nov 07, 2015 3:23 am

Thanks for your kind words guy. I hope you enjoy chapter 3
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Sat Nov 07, 2015 3:37 am

Chapter 3

Despite her aweful situation Becky did eventually manage to sleep.

She was woke up by Aunty Em and to her surprise all her ropes and been removed, and once she was awake Aunty Em removed her gag.

“Good Morning Rebecca I trust you slept well.”

“What do you think? I was tied up all night.” Becky snapped.

“My my, someone has woke up in a foul mood this morning haven’t they? Come on get yourself washed and changed you’ll feel much better, breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes don’t miss it.”

Aunty Em left Becky to get herself ready, Becky had no intention of missing breakfast as she hadn’t eaten since lunch time the previous day.
She gave herself a quick wash and changed into clean clothes which were, white NIKE track pants and a white vest top, she had every intention of coming back up after breakfast and having a long soak in the bath to try and relieve her aching body after being tied up for such a long time.

When she went into the kitchen for breakfast Aunty Em told her to help herself to cereal and fruit juice which were laid out on the kitchen work top, this was followed by scrambled eggs on brown toast.
Aunty Em was surprisingly pleasant during breakfast, chatting to Becky about her mum’s illness and reassuring her that her mum would be fine after her operation, they she asked Becky about school and what she planned to do when she left.

Becky couldn’t believe this was the same woman that had just left her tied up and gagged all night.

After breakfast Aunty Em’s mood changed slightly as she handed Becky and typed sheet of paper.

“Here are your chores for today Rebecca.”

Becky read the sheet.

Clean up after breakfast, wash, dry and put away dishes.
Vacuum and dust the whole house from top to bottom (But do not go into my room)
Clean main bathroom and toilet.
REMEMBER MY HIGH STANDARDS I WANT EVERYTHING SPOTLESS.

“If you crack on you should be finished for lunch time and then you can have the afternoon to yourself, everything you’ll need is kept in the cupboard under the stairs.” Aunty Em told her once she’d finished reading.

“Finished for lunch time who is she kidding?” Becky thought to herself.

Becky immediately made a start on the breakfast dishes, and cleaned up the kitchen.

Once she was satisfied that it would be up to her Aunts standard she decided to start her vacuuming in the lounge, after a short while the loud vacuum cleaner switched off, Becky turned around to see Aunty Em holding the power plug in her hand.

“Sorry to stop you Rebecca but I’d like a quick word. I shall be going out shortly for most of the day, you carry on with your work, and I’ve left you sandwiches and ice lemonade in the fridge for your lunch. I should be home in plenty of time to prepare dinner. Remember dear when you clean upstairs don’t do my room I do that myself. See you later.”

“Bye Aunty Em.”

“No you won’t see me later bitch because I’m out of here the moment you’re gone.” Becky said herself once the vacuum was switched back on.

Once Becky heard her aunt leave she rushed upstairs and threw all her belongings in her case, she waited a few minutes in case her aunt came back having forgotten something, before heading to the front door.

“BITCH SHE’S LOCKED IT.” She screamed trying to turn the handle.

She headed straight to the back door only find that locked and the key nowhere to be seen.

“Windows.” She said out loud.

To her horror and disappointed Aunty Em had locked all the downstairs windows too, she went upstairs only to find the same, every door and window in the house was locked and the keys were nowhere to be found. She then remembered the telephone in the hall, she rushed back downstairs only to find the telephone had been unplugged and taken away.

“BITCH.” Becky screamed out loud.

“It must be in her room, that’s why she doesn’t want me to go in there.” She thought.

She paused for a moment outside her aunts rooms, even though she knew the room was empty she still felt like she had a million butterflies flying around in her tummy.

Finally she pulled herself together and slowly opened the door, the room was dark because the blackout blind was pulled down as it always was. Becky switched on the light. and she was horrified by what she saw, the walls of the room were decorated with canes, whips, riding crops, paddles, and various others things which could be used to punish someone, also on the walls were framed photos her aunt hand cut from magazines of girls being punished, many were bound and gagged too.

“No wonder she didn’t want me to come in here.” She said to herself as she looked around.

Then she remembered the reason she was in the room and began searching for the telephone or possibly even her own mobile phone.

She opened a cupboard only to find it full of scrapbooks, Becky opened one of the books it too was full of cut out photos and stories of girls being punished, as were all the others.

“I take no pleasure from caning you Rebecca. Lying bitch she gets off on this kind of stuff.” Becky said to herself out loud again.

She continued with her search but never found the telephone or mobile but she did find more scrapbooks filled with spanking photos and stories.
Becky returned to her room dejectedly and slumped on her bed and began to cry, this crazy bitch was keeping her prisoner.

She soon realized she’d better finish her chores before her aunt got home or she’d be punished like one of the girls in the photos.
After a few hours all her chores were done and she was satisfied her work was up to her aunt’s high standard, she went into the lounge and slumped on the sofa exhausted, and she soon dozed off.

She was awoken by the sound of her aunt coming home.

“Good afternoon Rebecca, chores all done are they?”

“Yes Aunty Em.”

“Good girl.”

“I was going to go for a walk down to the sea front this afternoon it’s too nice to stay indoors, but you locked the doors.” Becky nervously said.

“OH my god you poor girl, I’m so sorry it’s force of habit locking the door behind me when I go out, I’m a stupid old woman aren’t I? I’ll have to get you your own key cut tomorrow in case I do it again.”

Becky knew her aunt was anything but a stupid old woman

“What’s happened to the telephone I was going to phone my boyfriend?”

“That stupid old phone has being playing up for weeks this morning when I tried to call a taxi it wouldn’t work at all so I decided to throw it away,
I’ll get a new tomorrow when I’m in town getting your key cut. You poor girl, you must have thought I’m keeping you prisoner in my house. I’ll tell you what as an apology why don’t we go out for dinner this this evening there is a lovely Italian restaurant in the village or would you prefer Chinese?”

“Italian sounds nice. Thank you.”

“That’s sorted then and when we get home I’ll open a bottle of wine and we’ll get to know each other a little better with good old girlie night in.

Aunty Em sounded so convincing, Becky now didn’t know what was going on.

“I’ll go and get showered and changed if you don’t mind Aunty Em I’m hot and sweaty after doing my chores.”

“Of course not my dear, be ready for around six o’clock.” Aunty Em replied with a gentile smile.

Becky showered and dried her hair, she put on clean bra and panties and then she decided to lie on her bed for a while as it still too early to get dressed for going out.

Just then the door to her room burst open and Aunty Em stormed in her face was blood red with anger.

“I thought I told you to stay away from my room?”

“I haven’t been in your room.” Becky replied.

“Don’t lie Rebecca it will only make things worse for you. I know you’ve been in my room.”

“I haven’t honestly.” Becky replied.

“Then explain this.” Aunty Em said holding up a photo, of a girl in her underwear bent over the back of a chair her hands were tied to the front legs of the chair, and she had a large red ball gag strapped in her mouth, a stern looking woman was standing behind her holding a wooden paddle in her hand.

“What?” Becky replied.

“I just found this on my bedroom floor it had dropped out of one of my scrapbooks, you’ve been routing haven’t you missy?”

“I was looking for my phone, that’s all.” Becky sobbed.

“What in my private scrapbooks?”

“I’m sorry Aunty Emily please don’t punish me.” Becky sobbed.

“Save your breath young lady, I trusted you enough to leave you alone today and this is how you repay my trust. You’re going to be sorry my girl.”
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Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Headmistress » Sat Nov 07, 2015 4:11 am

Great story, Jenny. Somehow, I have a feeling Rebecca is in for a bad time.

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby SelenaGfan » Sat Nov 07, 2015 7:43 am

Sadistic bitch

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Tieup1 » Sat Nov 07, 2015 9:20 am

A great continuation !

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby nadal1234555 » Sun Nov 08, 2015 2:25 pm

brilliant as always

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sun Nov 08, 2015 8:42 pm

awesome story!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Mon Nov 09, 2015 4:01 am

Chapter 4

Becky couldn’t believe what was happening, until arriving at Aunty Em’s she’d never been in any real trouble in her life at home or school, all her school reports comment on what a pleasant well behaved girl she is.

Now she was about to receive her second major punishment in two days from this evil sadistic bitch of an aunt.

She lay trembling with fear as she watched her aunt search through her dressing table draws.

“Please Aunty Emily I didn’t go through your scrapbooks I was just looking for my phone.” Becky sobbed.

“I’ve heard enough of your lies Rebecca, so that photo fell on the floor on its own did it? Here put these in your mouth, I will not be lied to.”

Aunty Em threw Becky a pair of pink panties she’d found in the girl’s underwear draw.

“What? No way.” Becky cried.

“I won’t tell you again Rebecca put them in your mouth and count yourself lucky I’m not making you put the pair you are wearing in your mouth.”

Becky opened up the panties and just placed a small piece of the waist band between her lips leaving the remainder dangling from her mouth.

“No my dear, all them all the way in or I will do it for you.” Aunty Em laughed.

Becky knew she had no option but to obey her aunt.

“Don’t even think about spitting them out, I don’t want to hear another peep out of you.” Aunty Em said after Becky had stuffed all the panties in her mouth.

“Your mother and grandmother ought to be ashamed of themselves bringing up such a disobedient girl, this would never have happened if your father was alive, we were taught real discipline by our parents, something I intend to teach you young lady during your stay with me, I’m sure your mother will thank me for it when you go back home.”

This angered Becky who screamed something at Aunty Em with real rage but luckily for her it only came out as a loud muffled noise thanks to the balled up panties in her mouth.

Aunty Em then sat Becky up so her back was right up against the decorative metal headboard of her bed. She took hold of Becky’s right arm and raised it to a horizontal position and tied her wrist to the wooden post at the corner of the bed, she then did the same to left arm, more rope was then wrapped around her upper arms seven or eight times lashing them to the metal headboard, and then her forearms were lashed to the headboard in a similar fashion.
She then bound Becky’s legs together at her ankles, knees and thighs, finally she took a very thin piece of cord and bound her big toes tightly together.
Next Aunty Em cut four pieces of black sticky tape from a roll she’d taken from her box, and stuck each piece down firmly over Becky’s lips

“Well my dear it looks like I’ll be dining alone again at Gino’s this evening, shame I was so looking forward to your company I hate dining alone. I think this should keep you from getting into more mischief while I’m gone, and I’ll decide how best to punish you over dinner.”

“Like this isn’t punishment enough.” Becky thought to herself.

Before she left for no other reason than to add to Becky’s torment and discomfort Aunty Em took a silk scarf which she had folded into a long wide band and tied it tightly over Becky’s tear filled eyes, plunging her into a terrifying darkness.

Becky heard her aunt leave the room closing the door behind her and she heard her leave the house.

Once she was alone Becky began to struggle against her bonds in attempt to free herself, but it was useless Aunty Em certainly knew how to tie a girl up so she couldn’t escape.
Becky screamed into her gag with frustration as she finally gave up, all she could do was wait for the wicked women to return.

After a short while Becky thought she heard noises downstairs surely her Aunt wasn’t home so soon, and then she heard more noises was there someone else in the house? Then she was sure she heard footsteps coming up the creaky old stairs.

“Aunty Em she’s home already.” She thought in terror as she heard the door to the bedroom next to hers being opened.

After a short while she began to panic as she heard her door being opened, but to her surprise the voice she heard wasn’t that of Aunty Ems.

“What’s going on here?”

She heard a female voice say.

“Oh my god that poor girl quickly lets untie her.”

A different female voice said.

Becky screamed into her gag with frustration as she couldn’t see what was going on.

“It’s alright honey calm down we’ll soon have you free.” One of the mystery women said.

The blindfold was untied from Becky’s eyes, and to her horror she saw two women both dress identical in black trousers and black jumpers, both had a black ski mask hiding their faces.

One of the women carefully peeled the tape from Becky’s mouth and helped her spit out the panties, as the other one set about cutting the tight ropes binding her.

“Who are you?” Becky asked.

“It doesn’t matter who we are, who are you and more importantly who did this to you?” One of the masked women replied.

Becky told them who she was and about her aunt punishing her.

“She must be the woman we watched leave the house sis.” One on the masked women said.

“You're burglars aren’t you?” Becky asked.

“Yes dear we’re known locally as The Cats, we’ve had our eye on this place for a while now.”

“What are going to do with me? Please don’t hurt me.” Becky sobbed.

“It’s alright honey we’re not going hurt you, but we’re going to stay and have a chat with the evil bitch that tied you up like that isn’t that right sis?”

“Yeah she’s going to get a taste of her own medicine for sure.”
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Tieup1 » Mon Nov 09, 2015 3:51 pm

This story is getting really interesting. :)

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:47 pm

Auny Em is in for it now.She is not in Kansas anymore(ha ha).

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby Headmistress » Tue Nov 10, 2015 4:55 am

Great chapter, Jenny. Looking forward to the next part.

Re: Aunty Em.

Postby jennybond » Tue Nov 10, 2015 4:06 pm

Many Thanks for all your kind comments :big: , the next chapter will be up in the next couple of days.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...