## Winter 66-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:57 am

[center][b]Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old-Rule
Introduction[/b][/center]
I decided that since I’ve finished my Fall 1966 series, and I’m about to begin the Winter 1966-67 ones (which by the way, would be way shorter than the previous one, due to the paucity of the tie-up events that actually happened during that time). I would summarize my stories that I have written and posted in this site or in the old one in Canuck’s archives.
The first series that I’ve posted were the Spring 1966 series, which documents our introduction to these games, and introduces all the major characters so far, except for Louise. The first part is mostly male/male tie up games, as girls only figured in our games with the introduction of Angela. And for a long time, she was the only female direct active participant in our tie-up games.
The second one was the Summer 1966 series, which mostly tells us about our adventures in our great grandfather’s farm in Vermont during our annual vacation.
Then finally, there was the Fall 1966 series, which introduced Louise, the gradual introduction of more girls to direct participation in our games, and the cause and effect of my arm injury on the games.
Winter 1966-1967 would mostly cover Betty, Henry, and Maggie’s ninth birthdays respectively, and they’re being tied-up for the very first time, and the breakdown of some of the rules that originally defined our tie-up games. Compared to the other seasons, this one would be very short, even if the individual stories would be long.
Here are some of the regular characters in these stories, and how they stood as of the moment. Most first names were changed, while all last names were changed.
Andrew Ford (10), my older brother and leader of our group. He was the oldest and the most influential among us, and probably the one with the most sense. A word from him can stop any game on its tracks. He’s an excellent TUG player and one who can turn around the course of a game.
David Scott (10), Andrew’s close friend. He likes to tie up his sisters, and usually plays as a loyal helper and supporter to my older brother. He’s a very good TUG player, albeit in a subordinate role to my brother.
Frank Tompkins (9), my best friend. He’s my closest friend that’s not from my family in these games.
Donald Ford (9), my cousin. We’re very close, although that doesn’t stop him from siding with my opponents in some of our games.
Angela Dale (10), was the first girl to be involved in our tie-up games. A very determined girl, she’s a very good player, second only to my brother, and initiated some of the most memorable tie-up episodes during that period. She was the one who recruited other girls, like Louise and Nancy, to our games. She enjoys being the captor far more than being the captive, and among the girls, was mostly likely to capture us boys. Among the girls, she was the one whom us boys would most likely listen to in discussions. Considered leader of the girls by the rest of us.
Chester and Jay Adams (10), fraternal twins who don’t have much to distinguish themselves from each other. At first our opponents, then our allies, they usually switch back and forth as captives and captors depending on whose side they were on.
Tom Ford (9), me, whose captivity at the hands of my brother started the whole tie-up thing between us all. I am one of Angela’s favourite captives, though I prefer to be the one to do the tying-up.
Louise Lewis (her real name also has her first and last names pronounced similarly to each other) (9), next door neighbour of Angela, was our most recent inductee in our tie-up games. Timid, shy, she wasn’t very good at tying at this point, though she’ll become better, and she’d prove to be Angela’s most frequent victim. She would spend most of her time as a captive, and only a few times as a captor, compared to all of us, as she wasn’t assertive and confident enough to be captor.
Nancy Scott (9), sister of David, was the one who most enjoyed being tied-up, or at least who openly expressed that she enjoyed it. She was the most frequent victim of David. She is a little bit of a brat, who’d pout if she didn’t get her own way, and do anything to get what she wants, like screaming so she’d be gagged. She’s friends with Angela, although we didn’t like her much.
Betty Ford (8), my sister. She’s still operating under the nine year old rule, which meant she can’t be tied up. She loves to interfere with our games, and served several times as assistants to Angela in taking us captives. She also was instrumental in capturing Angela for us several times. She also likes to gag the victims after they have been tied up. As a result, all of us eagerly awaited her ninth birthday as we all wanted revenge on her.
Maggie Ford (8), my cousin and Donald’s younger sister. Like Betty, she’s immune from being tied-up. She interferes in our games, but not to such an extent as my sister, but still enough to be considered a prime target once she reaches her ninth birthday.
Henry Dale (8), one of my close friends, and Angela’s little brother. I usually go home with him and accompany him in his house after school, which lead to several incidents with Angela. He’d be a frequent victim of Angela, especially as she learned that the nine-year-old rule only applies to the Ford family.
Cathy Scott (7), same as with Nancy.
Above are the principal characters. They were the ones who usually got involved in tie-up games where I was present.
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### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part I

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:58 am

[b][center]Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part I
A Cold Morning
(mf/f)[/center][/b]
During the last tie up game, which happened one Saturday during November 1966, we tied-up Angela, Louise, and Nancy, for the afternoon. Originally, we planned it so that it was only the three girls who would be subject to the ropes, but my mother interfered and caused all of us to be tied up.
It was December 23, a Friday. I can still remember the exact date as the day before the day before Christmas. We already had no classes. It was already snowing, and due to the fact that we were trying to save as much money as possible during that time, my parents preferred if we simply wore thick clothes than turn up the heat. Of course, it wasn’t totally turned off. But the temperature was set about forty-five degrees inside the house, if I remember right. Of course, there was fire on the chimney, but we can’t all be there, right?
It was early, about nine in the morning as I opened my eyes in bed. I looked at the clock opposite my bed, and it told me the time. It was cold, and I would’ve preferred to stay in my bed, but I forced myself to stand up. I quickly discarded my pajamas and made my bed. I put my pajamas under my pillow, like I always did. I quickly put on my usual clothes, plus a thin cotton sweater, then another thick sweater over it. I put on sweatpants under my jeans, and I put two pairs of socks on my feet, a thin one, and a thick one over it. I quickly went out to wash my face.
There was a scheme forming in my mind that was set to be realized that morning. If you remember, we have something called the nine-year-old rule. Basically, my parents forbade anyone of us from tying anyone younger than nine. We kids generally adhered to it, but we made some adjustments. First, we reasoned that it only applies to our own family, thus, kids younger than nine from outside our family can be tied up. Then, we also reasoned, it doesn’t apply to other houses. But to be sure, we refrained from tying up any kid younger than nine in our house or in my uncle’s house, or my younger siblings anywhere else. And we Ford family children refrained from tying up anyone under nine. But other kids could tie up anyone under nine as long as it wasn’t done under our roof, or that they didn’t tie up anyone from our family younger than nine. Thus, David (10), my older brother Andrew’s best friend, could tie up his sisters with abandon at his own house, and Angela herself tied her younger brother Henry (8, also my best friend) on a couple of occasions. Betty (8) and Maggie (8), my cousin, together with my brothers Barney (7), John (6), and Lawrence (5) were safe for the time being.
But Betty and Maggie were rapidly approaching the date when they’re immunity from tie up games would be gone. Maggie would be nine the following January, and Betty, during the first week of February. All of us were anticipating tying up those two girls who for so long had participated in our games without any fear of the consequences. Of course, they must know the terrible vengeance all of us would wreak upon them when we’re able to, but they didn’t seem to mind. In fact, they seem to invite such vengeance upon themselves with some kind of anticipation, kind of like a rite of passage.
However, I had something much more drastic in mind, something that I had been planning for the past couple of weeks.
We haven’t had any meaningful tie-up games since that November afternoon described in the last story. The holiday season was upon us, and the school decided to have examinations just before the Christmas break, so we spent much of the time either shopping, decorating, cleaning up, or studying for us to have much time for tie-up games. School ended on the 21st, so it was a welcome break for us. Shopping wasn’t over, but it wouldn’t involve us kids. Except for Andrew (10). He wanted something particular. My mother and aunt would shop during the morning of the 23rd, and my brother insisted on coming so he could be the one to point out to my mother what to get. He couldn’t remember the name of the item, but he knew what it was, and he couldn’t describe it to my mother to the point where she could get an idea of what it was. So he decided to go along. I can’t remember what it was exactly. It’s not relevant anyway, only that it took away Andrew and my mother and set in motion my plans.
***
I long wanted to tie-up Betty, despite the nine-year-old rule. Betty had indicated that she’d love to be tied up before her ninth birthday, as long as it was done discreetly. Yet my brother was adamantly opposed to it. Andrew was a stickler for rules. He said that we only had to wait a month or two and they’d be eligible to be tied up. But I wanted to do it before the said birthday. I was determined to flout my parents’ rules, even if it was only discreetly. Andrew would have none of it.
I cannot do it in the face of his opposition, so I decided to do it when he’s absent. But getting an opportunity for such an action would prove difficult. My mother was a stay at home mom, so that automatically limited my options. And the times when my mother was away, my brother was usually at home. More often than not, David would come over rather than my brother coming over to David’s house. And sometimes, when Andrew and Mom were away, Betty would be gone because she’d either be at my cousin’s house, where she was again under the nine-year-old rule, or she would be with her other friends, namely Angela, or Louise.
A week or so before, I finally got my opportunity. My mom was away on a shopping trip, Andrew was over at David’s, and Betty was at home, with her cousin Maggie, and my younger brothers John (6), Barney (7), and Lawrence (5) were at my aunt’s, playing with Maggie and Donald’s younger siblings. I immediately jumped at the chance, but was thrown off by Betty herself, who stated that she was either not in the mood, or simply didn’t want to play.
This led to a severe disappointment, something that I shared with Angela herself when I accompanied Henry to his house earlier in the week. She herself was disappointed by her intransigence, and I asked Angela to persuade her friend to let me tie her up.
“That was disappointing,” Angela remarked. “So I guess you wanted me to talk her into agreeing?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Why don’t you just wait for February, then she’d be nine, and you’d have no problem?” she replied.
“That’s the point!” I replied. “I wanted to tie her up before then. And I would’ve if she wasn’t so stubborn!”
“Who says you’d have to have her permission to tie her up,” Louise, who was with us that day, replied. “I mean, I’ve been tied up several times against my will by Angela—”
“What?” Angela interrupted.
“There were many times that you tied me up where I didn’t say you could do so,” said Louise.
“I don’t think so!” Angela exclaimed. “Both you and I enjoy these games, and you know that under our rules, you have to let me tie you up if I squirt you with a gun! Besides, you never said no when I tied you up!”
“Well I was gagged,” Louise replied.
“Oh don’t be like that!” said Angela, “We both know you like to be tied up.”
Louise blushed, but changed the topic. “You don’t need to ask Betty if she wants to be tied up,” said Louise. “Just tie her up, force her if you have to, and I’d bet she’d not only like it once she’s bound, she wouldn’t tell your parents about it.”
Angela immediately concurred. We then began to make our plans. I told them that Andrew and Mom would be gone by Friday morning because of a shopping trip. Angela indicated that she’d ask if she could have a sleepover at our place Thursday night, and Louise would be coming along too. The solution is simple. We’d simply grab Betty, tie her up, then gag her for an hour, then let her go before Mom gets back from shopping.
***
It was now Friday morning, and I was up early enough to see off Mom and my brother leave. They were accompanied by my Aunt Rachel. I waved at them from the door as the car emerged from the garage and they went to the place where we do our shopping. Betty was with me when they left, and she immediately ran to the phone. She immediately called Maggie and invited her to come over.
Now this might pose some problems. I looked and saw Angela and Louise come down the stairs to join us. Both of them, and Betty, already had finished their morning rituals, as they were dressed for the day and had washed their faces. They were wearing dark colored dresses, Angela, plaid green, while Betty, blue with flower patters on it, and Louise purple, I think. The hem reached to the calves, just above the ankles, and they wore thick tights on their legs. Both wore black shoes. The three wore thick sweaters, and Louise was wearing a pink scarf.
Angela, Louise and I knew what to do, but we haven’t planned who would do what. I then saw Angela was holding two pieces of long white rope, and Louise holding a roll of duct tape.
Betty looked at them, and said, “So, you’re going to tie up Tom here?” she asked, looking at me.
“Not really,” her friend replied.
“Then who is it then? You’re going to tie up Louise?” Betty replied.
“Nope,” I said. “We’re going to get you, dear sister!” I said.
“What?” Betty said, a bit shocked as she began backing away. “Oh no, you can’t—”
She never finished as I grabbed her. She didn’t resist much as I dragged her to the couch and made her lie down on her stomach on it and pulled her hands behind her. “Angela, the rope,” I said.
“Tom, don’t! You know I’m too young to be tied up! You’re going to be in big trouble!” she said, but she was laughing and giggling, and we all knew she was having fun.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’d be telling anyone about this,” Angela said as she handed me the rope. “Will you cooperate, or will you make things difficult for us?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll let you tie me up,” my sister said. “Jeez, couldn’t you just ask me?”
“Like I did last time?” I said as I began wrapping rope around my sister’s crossed wrists.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Jun 30, 2011 11:27 am

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule

Post by Wyatt9999 » Sat Jul 02, 2011 9:27 am

haha your sister seems to be a really good sport

### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part II

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Jul 08, 2011 8:00 am

Thanks again to Sarumansauron and Wyatt999 for your comments.
Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part II
My Sister and My Cousin
(mf/ff)
I did my standard tie-up on my sister’s crossed wrists. I folded the rope into two, looped it horizontally, then wrapped the ends a couple of times vertically, then horizontally, before tightly cinching it in between her hands. I wrapped the long trailing ends on opposite directions around her waist, and cinched it between her hands and waist. At the same time, Angela tied her ankles and knees, her ankles were cinched in between, her knees, because of Betty’s long dress, wasn’t.
We sat her on the couch and we began to debate whether or not to gag her.
“You wouldn’t gag me, would you?” Betty asked, though by the look on her face, she had resigned herself on being gagged. “I promise I won’t be noisy.”
“Oh shut up,” Angela said. “You gagged me more times than I could count.”
Betty giggled at that. “You always had a big mouth, Angela,” my sister replied.
“Do you think we should gag her?” I asked. “I mean, it is her first time being tied up.”
“Yeah. Take it easy on me,” Betty suggested.
“Oh shut up,” said Angela. “Louise here was gagged the first time she was tied up. Right Louise?”
“Yes,” Louise replied. “You saw it Tom. You saw it!”
Yes I did.
“And you gagged me the first time you tied me up, and you too Tom! Andrew gagged you when you were first tied up,” said Angela.
I had to admit she was right. “Do you have any handkerchief we could use?” I asked.
Louise handed me a white handkerchief. It was Betty’s.
“I knew I shouldn’t have lent you that handkerchief,” said Betty as I wadded it up.
“Open wide,” I ordered.
My sister complied, and I happily stuffed the handkerchief in her mouth.
Angela had torn a strip of tape and applied on her mouth as soon as all the cloth was in Betty’s mouth. She tore several strips more and liberally applied it to her face before finishing it.
We all looked at my sister’s face to see her reaction to being tied and gagged the first time, but we were interrupted.
At that moment, the door opened, and who should enter but our cousins Donald (9), and Maggie (10). I then remembered that Betty called them to come over as soon as Mom and my older brother Andrew left. They quickly removed their thick coats and put it on hooks that were besides the door.
They stopped as soon as they saw us. “You tied up Betty! Betty!” Donald exclaimed. “Uncle James and Aunt Mary will go ballistic!”
Maggie ran to where Betty was. “Did you let them do this to you? I thought we were forbidden to be tied up!”
Angela suddenly grabbed Maggie. “Yes, but nobody would tell the adults. Now you are going to join your cousin!”
“You’re going to tie me up! Wow! I never thought, I thought you’d only do that next year,” she exclaimed while giggling. “Guess you’re going to be in big trouble!”
It wasn’t part of our plans, but it was a welcome development nonetheless. Betty and Maggie at the same time? Bring it on! I grabbed a length of white rope as Maggie’s hands were pulled behind her by Angela.
“Please don’t,” said Maggie, but made no attempt to resist, and was actually giggling when I started wrapping the rope around her wrists. “You’re all bad! Bad! Betty, they’re all terrible!”
“Mmmmpphh,” Betty replied, nodding her head all the same.
“Oh you’ve got this one long coming! You think you could wait until next year till we get you back for all the times you’ve gagged us and otherwise interfering?” Angela asked.
“But we’ve helped you!” Maggie protested as I tightened the loops and began to cinch the ropes.
“Yup! You helped me capture Tom here, so he’s getting revenge for all those times you’ve helped me get him, and I’m getting you back for all the times you two got me tied up,” Angela said.
“We’re going to get you back for this,” said Maggie.
I had by this time finished tying Maggie’s hands. Her hands were crossed, and were lashed vertically then horizontally before being cinched in the middle in a typical tie. I wrapped the remaining lengths around her hands and waist, cinching it tight between her hands and waist, eliciting a small squeal from her.
“Isn’t it too tight?” she mentioned.
I for one thought it wasn’t as tight like I did the others. “No. Compared to what I usually do, it’s loose,” I opined.
“You guys really are serious,” Donald, breaking his silence, said. “I think you should let them go.”
“What?” I looked at my cousin.
“Well, what if they come home early. Then we’re really in trouble!” Donald said nervously.
“Oh quit being a worrywart,” Angela snapped. “They won’t.”
“Well, please let them go!” he said.
“No. And if you try to, we’ll tie you up too!” I threatened.
“Okay. I tried to free them. You heard me! They prevented me from freeing you,” Donald said and proclaimed. “Tom, if anybody asks, I told you two to stop it, okay? I am not part of this!”
We get it now. He’s trying to leave himself an escape route if we were caught.
“Yes, yes, you haven’t done anything,” said Angela.
“Yeah. If we’re caught, we’ll back you up,” I said, irritated by his cowardice.
“Chicken,” said Maggie to her brother.
Donald merely stuck his tongue at his sister.
I picked up a handkerchief from my pocket, balled it up, and presented it to Maggie’s mouth. “Open up!” I ordered.
“Do I have to?” she whined.
“Yes,” I firmly said.
“Open wide!” Angela prompted.
She pouted, but opened her mouth to receive the wad. I quickly but carefully put it in. Angela had already torn a piece of tape, and she quickly put it over my cousin’s lips as soon as the wad was in. Louise then tore additional strips and handed it to Angela who put it over Maggie’s mouth.
I then took two lengths of rope and tied her ankles and knees, above the calf length dress, finishing the tie. After that, we all stood back and admired our (mostly my) handiwork.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Updat

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Jul 08, 2011 12:17 pm

Great continuation. Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:12 am

Thanks again to sarumansauron!!!
Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part III
Angela Strikes
(mf/f)
Without any signal from the others, we all spontaneously tickled them. However, due to the thickness of their clothes, we weren’t able to tickle them as much as we’d like to. With their stomach, ribs, and armpits pretty much protected, we settled to tickling them on the neck. It elicited our desired response, but not as much if it was the body that was tickled.
We tickled them for five minutes. Well, Angela and I tickled them. Louise still wasn’t too comfortable as a captor, and she wasn’t as close to my sister and cousins as Angela was, while Donald was still paranoid over the prospect of being caught. He was nervous as he simply watched us.
“Tom, could I go to your room and play with some of your toys?” he finally asked.
I was amused that he was so scared. “Yeah, sure,” I said. “Don’t worry. You didn’t see anything, right?”
“Yes I did, I mean no I didn’t,” Donald said, catching on, before running upstairs to my room. I looked on in amusement as he slowly ascended the stairs, his eyes not leaving the scene for a few moments, before deciding to fly and in a few seconds, disappeared upstairs.
“Hey!” I heard Louise yelp. I turned around, and saw that Angela was twisting her hands behind her.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Tying her up,” Angela replied nonchalantly. “Quick! Get me some rope,” she ordered.
“Why are you doing this?” Louise asked.
“Nothing really. Just wanted to,” Angela asked.
Louise didn’t really resist. She let Angela tie her up. As if she was used to it.
I went up to my room and grabbed my tie-up bag, then went back down again. I rummaged my tie-up bag for something to use, and took hold of a long thick white rope. This was getting better. I decided I would tie up Angela after Louise was tied up. Then it would be all four girls at my mercy!
However, I didn’t notice Angela, who was holding Louise with her left hand, grab a small water pistol from the pocket of her dress, and before I knew it, my sweater was wet with cold water from her gun.
“Got you,” she said, smiling. “Now go tie up Louise. After her, it’s your turn.”
I was stunned by this turn of events. Just like that, I was again her captive.
“I thought we were on the same side! It was only supposed to be my sister!” I protested. I was supposed to be the gloating kidnapper, not some helpless victim.
“You broke your mother’s rules,” Angela pointedly replied. “You should be punished for it!”
“That’s not fair!” I replied.
“Well tough! You’re all my captives! Whether you like it or not!” she replied, then laughed, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m kidnapping all of you!”
I sighed as I approached Louise. Angela let her go but I immediately grabbed her and pulled her hands behind her.
“Sorry about this,” I laughed.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“Well, now you know what it means to play with Angela!” I said as I began to tie her up.
“You two! Less talking, more tying!” our captor barked.
Her order was met with a torrent of laughs, but I continued to tie her. The tying technique I used on her was simple. I folded the rope into two, then wrapped it around her wrists vertically, then horizontally. I finished by cinching it between her hands. The rope was long enough to have two trailing lengths, which I used to wrap around her waist and hands then tightly cinched between her hands and back. The tightness of the waist rope was shown by the rope digging in to her stomach.
“Nice,” Angela said as she pushed Louise on to the couch. She took a length of rope and tied her ankles, wrapping the rope and cinching it in the middle. She then hiked Louise’s skirt up so her knees were exposed. She then tied the rope around the knees, which she cinched in the middle. She then pulled Louise’s skirt back, perfectly hiding the ropes on her knees.
Angela took the brown packaging tape and wrapped taped around Louise’s fists, rendering them useless. She did the same for Betty and Maggie, thus making escape impossible.
Angela’s attention was on Louise, and you might have asked, why didn’t I simply make a run for it, or attack Angela? That was because I was already captured since being squirted by the water gun, and I have to submit to her orders and let myself be tied up. Running away would bring with it accusations of cheating and of being unfair. Besides, when it was my turn to be the kidnapper, I wouldn’t want my captives running away just because they hadn’t been tied up yet, would I?
“Gag her, please,” she ordered.
I complied as I rummaged my bag for a handkerchief that I can use. Grabbing one, I wadded it into a ball and put it before Louise’s mouth. “Open wide.”
“Do you have tmmpphh,” Louise began to protest but I interrupted her by quickly inserting the handkerchief into her open mouth. She shot me a dangerous look, but I merely smiled as I poked my finger in her mouth making sure every last piece of cloth was inside.
“Close your lips around the cloth,” I ordered.
Louise did so, and I took the duct tape, cut a strip, and plastered it over her closed lips. A tore of a few more strips and put it on in addition to the original tape. Once I was done, her face from nose to chin, from ear to ear was covered in silver tape, tightly imprisoning her mouth and keeping the cloth inside of her mouth.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mmmpphhh,” was the response while nodding.
“I take that as a yes,” I said.
“You two lovebirds are so cute,” Angela cooed. “Don’t worry Tom, I’ll tie you besides her.”
I looked at Angela as if she was crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I protested.
She gave a knowing smile as she bent down and retrieved a long piece of white rope from my bag. “Turn around, and put your hands behind your back,” she commanded.
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### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Pt III pos

Post by xtc » Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:36 am

Nice!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Pt III pos

Post by canuck100 » Sat Jul 16, 2011 11:15 am

Nice indeed! Your stories are always a fun read.

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Pt III pos

Post by viking » Mon Jul 18, 2011 4:11 am

you finally managed to catch betty and maggie. i've been waiting for that story.
cool that they seemed to accept it, and how angela dobbelcrossed you
anyway, great story and fun to read. looking forward to the next part already
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Pt III pos

Post by Wyatt9999 » Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:11 am

hehe oh my not the most realible team mate is she huh

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Pt III pos

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:29 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part IV

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:51 am

I realize that I'm registered in this site for exactly one year. Anyway, here's part IV.
Thanks to xtc, Canuck100, Viking, sarumansauron, and Wyatt999.
Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part IV
Caught!!
(f/mf+)
I did as she asked, and I presently felt the rope wrapped around my hands. It was snug and tight, but not painful. The ropes in my wrists quickly became inescapable. After that, she wrapped the ropes around my waist. It was tight, then with a jerk, it tightened considerably. I figured that she had cinched the waist ropes. I later learned that she tied my hands identically to how I did the others.
While I was being tied up, I looked at my fellow captives in the couch. I admit it wasn’t an unpleasant sight. Betty, Maggie, and Louise, all were sitting on the couch, their hands bound behind their back, their mouths packed with cloth, then held with a couple of strips of tape over their lips. Their ankles were bound, so were their knees, over their dress, except for Louise, whose knees were tied under her dress, and thus, the ropes were hidden from view. They in turn were looking at me. It seems to me that the lack of activity prompted them to watch my own binding.
“What are you looking at?” I asked as we stared at each other.
“Mmmphhh,” Betty suddenly blurted out, then all three bound girls burst into giggles at Betty’s forgetting the fact that she was gagged.
“Oh yes, I forgot, you can’t talk,” I teased.
“If I were you I wouldn’t have said that,” Angela said as she finished tying my wrist ropes. “You too wouldn’t be able to talk when I’m finished with you!”
She instructed me to ball my hands into fists.
Knowing the consequences of refusing her requests I complied, and soon, my fingers were wrapped in tape, useless for untying knots.
She turned me around so she was facing me. She then unceremoniously pushed me back so that I fell sitting on the couch.
“Hey! You could’ve just asked me to sit,” I complained.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she said as she picked up more rope from my bag and used it to tie my ankles and my knees. When she finished that, she went and picked up a handkerchief, balled it up into a nice little wad, and approached me.
I knew what was coming. I debated fighting it, but knew it would only delay the inevitable.
“Open, open, open wide,” she asked in a sweet voice that unnerved me. Angela was a genuinely sweet girl who truly cared, and she became a genuinely sweet and loving woman, but when she plays this games, or determines to tie up someone, she can be a frightful person. She, among the girls who play tie-up games, was the one who was most determined to play the captor, and to be the leader. She became my friend because of the fact that she was my sister’s best friend, and I was her brother’s close friend, and she had a liking for tie-up games that attracted her to our close circle of friends that she otherwise wouldn’t touch. And she was the one responsible for dragging her friends Louise and Nancy, David’s younger sister, into our tie-up circle. Sometimes, she can be a pain, as she tagged along with us boys when we do things because she suspected we might play a tie-up game without her, and would whine when that isn’t the case. And it was made worst because she and her friends like few things in common with us boys.
Back to our story…
I opened my mouth to receive the cloth. Angela quickly put it in, then pinched my lips together as soon as all of the cloth was inside my mouth. She tore a strip of duct tape and put it over my lips, then tore more strips and added more strips of tape to my mouth. She then took a large bandana from my bag, tied it around my head so that it covered the hair on the back of my head, took the brown packaging tape, and tightly wrapped the tape around my head over the duct tape.
Angela took three other large bandanas, and did the same to the other three girls. Betty and Maggie winced as the tape was tightly wrapped around their heads, while Louise was stoic.
Angela stood satisfied as she patronizingly patted our heads with her hand. “There! You’re all wrapped up nice!” she cheerfully said. “If only Andrew was were here so I can gloat, and Chet, Jay, and Frank were with you! Oh well, you can’t have everything!”
She began to giggle, and began to do an impromptu dance in front of us while saying things like “I did it! You’re mine!” She was obviously happy, but how long would she keep us like this was the question burning in our minds. We can’t escape on our own—that at least was clear.
She stopped when she finally exhausted herself from her jumping and dancing. She looked at us and gloated. “Betty, Maggie, you have no idea how long I waited for this moment!” she said. Suddenly, the expression on her face changed, and she said, “Donald!” and she bolted upstairs.
We wondered what she wanted with my cousin. Probably to capture him and add him to her collection.
A few minutes later, we heard a rush of footsteps and Angela and Donald emerged in front of us. Donald looked at us for a few seconds.
“You really did it! You really got them all,” said Donald. “But Tom and Louise? I thought you were on the same side?”
“Oh we were? Well, we can’t get Chet and Jay because they’re on vacation, so…” Angela said.
Chester and Jay went out of state to their grandfather’s place to spend the holidays, as they always did.
“Wait! You mean this is a regular game?” Donald asked. “And I thought you’d try to get me!”
“Well, the thought crossed my mind, but I decided, I want us to win another game. All we need is Frank. I want you to call Frank!”
“And what is going on here? Why is Betty tied up?”
I suddenly heard an adult voice. It was my mother. She had emerged from the door leading to the garage and was carrying in both hands bags with what I later learned were presents inside. “You know the rules.”
“Mom, where will I—” Andrew said as he entered carrying more bags and presents. He stopped as he stared at us and tried to absorb the scene before him.
One thing was for sure. We are in deep trouble. We just were caught breaking the nine-year-old rule.
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### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. IV upda

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Jul 22, 2011 11:42 am

Congratulations for a year of forum.
Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. IV upda

Post by viking » Fri Jul 22, 2011 11:55 pm

auch...
you got busted, this could get interesting.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. IV upda

Post by Wyatt9999 » Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:32 am

hehe what will Andrew do they're mom has'nt caught them yet so anything could happen

### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part V

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:57 am

To Wyatt999, Viking, and sarumansauron, thanks. And Wyatt, my mother was the one who first saw us, then my brother, so Andrew didn't have much choice, did he?
Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part V
Interrogation
It had puzzled me why they were back so early. They weren’t supposed to come home for two hours or so. My mother told me so. So I told Angela that my Mom wasn’t supposed to be due in two hours. That was why she was confident in kidnapping us all. Obviously, we were wrong.
“Aunt Mary,” Donald stuttered. “I—I didn’t have anything to do with this, Angela will tell you,” my cousin stuttered to my mohter.
“That reminds me,” my mother said. She walked to the garage door, and shouted. “Rachel, come here! Come and see what our children did.”
A few moments later, my Aunt Rachel, Donald and Maggie’s mother and my uncle’s wife, went and took in the scene. “They really ignored that rule, didn’t they?”
“Yes,” my mother said. “But first, let’s here from them. Angela?”
“Mrs. Ford, Mrs. Ford,” she said to the two adults standing across the living room demanding an explanation. “Tom, Louise and I tied up Betty and Maggie,” she said, her head looking at the floor, her previous elation disappearing completely. “I tied up Louise and Tom, and Donald here hasn’t had anything to do with this.”
“We should untie them,” Aunt Rachel said.
“No. Only their gags should go,” my Mom said. “I want them to first spill the beans, then we can decide what to do.”
“Angela, remove their gags,” my aunt ordered, and she complied. She started first with Maggie. Andrew joined to help, and slowly removed my sister’s gag, while Donald went and removed Louise’s gag. My mother finally stepped in and removed my gag.
“Andrew, get a glass of water,” my mother said as she looked at the saliva soaked handkerchiefs. “Kids these days,” she said, looking at my aunt. “Back then, we didn’t have this much tape to use for gags.”
My aunt nodded. “We only used handkerchiefs and long pieces of cloth to gag someone,” she added.
Andrew returned with a large glass full of water. My mother took it and offered each of us four a mouthful of water.
“Okay, now that you’ve drunk, I’ll ask a few questions. Betty, did you ask your brother and the others that you want to be tied up right now?”
“No,” my sister replied.
“Maggie, how about you?” Aunt Rachel asked.
“Not really, Mom,” she replied.
“So basically, you were forced to? Tom, can you say anything to that?” My mother asked.
I needed to speak, otherwise, we would even be in greater trouble. My sister and cousin didn’t lie. They told the truth, but the way they told it would leave a worse impression on the adults than if they knew the whole story.
“Well, when we started tying them, they didn’t resist, they were laughing and giggling, so I thought that they were okay with it,” I said.
“Did you ask them if they wanted to be tied up?” my mother asked.
“No Mom,” I said. “We just tied them up!”
I was all alone here. Angela, this not being her house, was absolutely silent unless asked.
“Was it true that Donald doesn’t have anything to do with this?” my aunt asked.
“Yes Aunt Rachel. He told us that we shouldn’t be doing this and that we should let them go,” I said. I at least owed my cousin that. Yet it would lead to more trouble. The way I said it made it even worse. In an effort to get Donald out of trouble, we sank deeper into it. “We told him that it was alright and we’d tie him up if he interfered.”
I saw Angela glare at me, but I ignored it.
Donald seemed to be relieved that he was going to be off the hook.
“Is that true, Angela?” my mother asked.
Despite herself, she nodded.
“But who tied up Betty and Maggie,” my mother asked.
“I did,” I confessed. I already said so much. Might as well tell all. We couldn’t get into even more trouble than we already were. “I tied them up.”
“And did Angela and Louise help?” my mother further inquired.
“Yes. I was the one who put the tape on their mouths after Tom stuffed their mouths,” Angela explained. “Louise merely handed us the materials that we used.”
“Is that true, Louise?” Mom asked.
“Yes, Mrs. Ford,” she replied.
“And why are you and Tom tied up?” my aunt asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be the captors?”
“I wanted to tie them up,” said Angela. “So I did. I squirted them with a water gun. Under our rules, they were my captives if that happened.”
“Oh I see,” said my mother.
After that, my aunt and mother engaged in a hushed conversation among themselves. We were all quiet, fearful of what they might do to us to punish us.
Finally, my mother spoke.
“You knew about the nine-year-old rule, and you promised us that you wouldn’t violate it,” my mother began. “Right in our house. You know well enough that Betty and Maggie are exempted from being tied up until next year—it was only one month for Maggie and two for Betty and you couldn’t wait. Yet you still chose to disobey us. To make it worse, you tied them up even though they made it clear that they choose not to be tied up.”
“Angela, Louise, you’re not under my rules. Yet you encouraged them do break the nine-year-old rule, is that correct?” my mother asked.
“Yes Mrs. Ford,” both answered. “We’re very sorry.”
“Andrew, pick up the used handkerchiefs and put it in the hamper, then go up and get some fresh handkerchiefs,” my mother ordered.
“Betty, Maggie, you know you’re not supposed to be tied up, yet you let them tie you up,” my mother said. “I’m sorry, but all of you would’ve to be punished because of this. Angela, Louise, I can call your mothers and tell them about this, or you could share in their punishment.”
Angela and Louise looked at each other and nodded. “We’ll share in their punishment,” they said. They already had an idea of what our punishment would be.
Andrew came back with several pieces of handkerchiefs.
“Donald, Andrew, gag them all,” my mother ordered as she bent down and got a long piece of rope. “Angela, come here.”
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### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. IV upda

Post by xtc » Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:47 am

Nicely done. How many weeks do they have to wait or will they take the chance again?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. IV upda

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:30 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule -Pt. V poste

Post by Wyatt9999 » Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:03 pm

hehe oh now the mothers are in control very intresting

### Winter 1966-67 - Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule - Part VI

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Jul 30, 2011 9:13 am

To Wyatt999, xtc, and sarumansauron, thank you for your comments.
Winter 1966-67
Breaking the Nine-Year-Old Rule
Part VI
Punishment
(Fm+/mf+)
Angela slowly approached my mother—all of us knew what was coming next.
This would not the first time my Mom has tied us up. She has tied us up three times before, twice while playing with us, and once as punishment for tying her up and my aunt without permission. She openly approved our games, as long as we follow some hard and set rules while playing. We just violated one of those rules.
Mom folded the long rope into four pieces, and tied one end of the rope to her left hand, leaving a quarter of the rope trailing. She took the long end of the rope, then proceeded to tie Angela’s crossed wrists with what today I’d call a square lash. After three turns around her wrists, and after the rope had been frapped in the middle, my mother knotted it. There were still a very long rope left, so she wrapped it vertically then horizontally over the square lash, before knotting it with the other trailing end. There were still a long length of rope remaining, which she wrapped around her waist and hands, and tightly cinched it between her wrists and back.
At the same time as my mother was tying up Angela, my brother Andrew and my cousin Donald proceeded with their work. Not wishing to further inflame my aunt and mother, they worked silently instead of the customary gusto when they did such acts. Andrew was the one who gagged us. Picking up one of the clean handkerchiefs he had gotten, he stuffed my mouth, then used a couple of torn strips to seal my lips. One, two, three, four, five, six strips were used, effectively covering my face from ear to ear, from nose to chin, with tape. The bandana used to cover my hair, was still tied around my neck, was put into position over my hair, then wrapped around my head over mouth the packaging tape five to six times before tearing it off. He then proceeded to Betty, whom he gagged the same way as me. Donald did Maggie and Louise. Andrew then proceeded to gag Angela after my mother was done with her, and tied her feet and knees too.
After we were all silenced, not that we were noisy before, my mother began to say her peace. It was her house, after all, and if it happened in my cousin’s house, it would be my aunt who would be giving the lecture.
She said that she didn’t disapprove of our tie-up games, and that it was alright to her if we tie each other up. As proof, she stated that she had once let us tie her up (the second incident, we didn’t ask her permission at all and got in trouble as a result), and that she herself tied us up on two separate occasions, and that when she was young, she also played tie-up games with Aunt Rachel, who was her friend since childhood, and my father and his brother Richard (who became Aunt’s Rachel’s wife). In exchange, she wanted only a few basic rules to be followed to ensure a safe game. One was that no one was to be forced to be tied up, and that it would be fun for everyone involved. Second was the nine-year-old rule. That rule, she said, was given by the adults of our parents’ childhood as an assurance that nobody too young would be tied up. It might seem arbitrary, and it was, she admitted, but they had to draw the line somewhere, and the ninth birthday was as good as any line could be. In fact, it worked so well for them that when their own children (us) played tie up games, it was a good rule to institute.
We had skirted close to violating the first rule, while we definitely broke the second. What aggravated my mother, she said, was that we solemnly promised to obey that rule, and we broke our word. She was also angry at Angela and Louise for encouraging me to break that rule, and at Betty and Maggie for letting us break the rules.
Her voice was raised and angry as she spoke, and we were thoroughly scared. We were by this time thoroughly sorry for what we’ve done. But all of us somehow resisted tearing up, and our faces remained dry.
Finally, my mother stopped and conferred with my aunt. After a few minutes of huddled whispers, my mother spoke.
“Look, are you sorry?” she asked.
I looked at her, and we all solemnly nodded.
“Do you promise never to break any of our rules regarding tie-up games?” Aunt Rachel asked.
We all nodded.
“You will remain tied up until lunch, which is about an hour away. We will untie you then,” my mother said. “Think about what you’ve done in the meantime. Donald, Andrew, could you watch them and make sure they’re alright?”
“Yes Mom,” Andrew said, while Donald simply nodded.
Mom went to the kitchen, while Aunt Rachel went to her own home to prepare her own family’s lunch.
We spent the hour just sitting their. We couldn’t do much, because we were tied up and gagged. Besides, the atmosphere in the house was tense and subdued as a result of my Mom’s sermon. Andrew and Donald sat on the couch opposite us, but made no move to bother us. They simply talked among themselves in loud whispers.
After an hour, my mother told Andrew and Donald to untie us. Aunt Rachel came to collect Donald and Maggie (I later learned that she had a long talk with them when they reached home), while the rest of us went to the dining room. Betty, Angela, and Louise helped my mother set the table, while us boys (Andrew and I) sat at our places and waited for lunch to start.
When we all sat down to lunch, we all made our respective apologies. We told them we were sorry, and that we were wrong to break the rules, and that we would never do it again. My mother had by this time calmed down and accepted our apologies, and said that we shouldn’t do it again, and that we only had a few weeks left anyhow before Betty and Maggie’s birthday anyhow.
By the time Christmas came around, we already had put the issue behind us.
After that incident, we never again broke the nine-year-old rule directly. With regards to Betty and Maggie, the issue would become moot because they would be soon celebrating their ninth birthday.
However, the issue wasn’t completely laid to rest. It turned out that Andrew was quite peeved because he wanted to be the first to tie-up our little sister, and I spoiled it. He would make us pay for what we’ve done, but that is another story.
What did Andrew do? Read the next part and find out.
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### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Finished!

Post by xtc » Sat Jul 30, 2011 9:43 am

Might do.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Winter 66-67 - Breaking the 9-Year-Old Rule - Finished!

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:36 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!