MARLA TIED AND SPANKED

BY MARK

My name is Mark. I was 20 years old when this happened. I was
babysitting for a friend, a girl named Marla, then 9 years old,
and we were in my basement. I had fixed it up into a TV and
playroom. It had a cot down there for quick naps, TV, pool table,
and various board games. Marla wore shorts and a tank top, and
nothing else (that I could see). I wore jeans, sneakers, and a
tank top. It was beginning summer, not really hot yet, but hot
enough for Marla to be dressed as she was. We were lying on our
stomachs watching TV. She had her bare feet up and legs open
crossed. I kept looking at her beautiful bare feet, since I also
had a foot fetish. We were watching some cop show. The female had
been tied to a chair, but not very good, but she pretended she
couldn't get away. A bandana had been forced into her mouth and
around her head, one of those that really did nothing to act as a
gag. Marla began to laugh. I asked her what she was laughing at.
She said if she were tied up, she could get out real easy. I told
her to prove it. She asked how. I said my dad had some rope
stashed away in a storage closet, and if I tied her up she
wouldn't be able to get away. She just laughed at me and told me
to prove it. I said on one condition – that I tie her up naked.
She balked at that suggestion. I said OK, that just proves you
can't get out of being tied up. Well, being the type of girl she
was, she said OK, but you have to turn your head while I undress.
I agreed. It only took seconds. She asked me where I wanted her.
Still with my head turned away, I said to lay face down on the
cot. That way I couldn't see anything of her but her bare bottom.
She agreed. When she was ready, she said to go ahead and tie her
up. I found the rope, and I looked at her beautiful little body
lying there. I instantly walked to her head, and told her to give
me her hands. She pulled them out from under her and stretched
them out above her head. I tied them tightly together with lots
of rope, then pulled them farther up and tied them off to the
cross bar on the cot legs. I then went to her feet and tied her
ankles the same way. She protested, that it wasn't fair. I said
you told me you could get out of any tie. Well, get out of it.
But first I took some gray duct tape and put three pieces across
her mouth – one straight across, one diagonal one way, the other
diagonal the other way. OK, I said, get loose. I turned a chair
around so I could not only watch her, but watch TV as well. The
TV didn't get watched very much. I watched her struggle, her
little butt twitching around as she tried her best to get loose.
She finally stopped, and mumbled something through her taped
mouth. I couldn't understand her, and I told her she would remain
tied up for two additional hours, just like she was, since she
couldn't get loose. She began screaming into her tape, but to no
avail. She resumed her attempt at getting loose, but after about
another fifteen minutes she gave up. She just lay there, staring
at me, naked and tape-gagged and really sexy looking. I told her
I had a notion to spank her. Her eyes grew wide, but she didn't
say no. In fact, she wriggled her butt just a little as an
invitation. I walked over to her and ran my hands up and down her
bare bottom, running a finger up the crack of her ass making her
squirm. I told her I was going to part her little butt cheeks and
take a look at her anus. Now she really put up a protest, but
knew it was hopeless. I put my hands on each side of her butt,
parted her cheeks, and there lay her sweet little butt hole, pink
and wrinkly. I touched it and made her jerk. I touched it again
and made her jerk again. I told her that it was time for her
spanking. I used my hand, and began to spank each cheek lightly.
Just enough to sting, but not enough to really hurt. As I spanked
her I slapped her butt harder, until I had her wriggling as much
as she could to escape my hand. I finally stopped, her butt beet
red from my spanking session. There was still an hour left of her
bondage, so I turned to watch TV, and her. Finally it was time. I
untied her feet, then pulled off the tape, then untied her hands.
I turned so she could get dressed. She came up behind me, tapped
me on the shoulder. When I turned, she was still naked, stood
there for just a moment so I could get a good look at her, then
grabbed my tank top, pulled me down and kissed me on the lips,
pulled on her top and shorts then ran up the stairs and out the
door. I knew there would be more experiences of tying her up.