THE AFTERNOON TYING UP AND SPANKING CLUB

BY WORSEL

Dad's Auxiliary

My heart was pounding as I walked up to the door of the Edward
Elmer Smith Memorial Middle School. I was pretty sure something
was about to happen to change my life more than anything that had
happed since I lost my wife to breast cancer two years ago. My
younger daughter attended this school, and my older daughter had
graduated to the high school just last year. And I had discovered
something disturbing about what went on after school there.

I made my way to the office of the Second Assistant Principal, Ms
Troboper. I paused outside the open door to settle my nerves,
then went in. It was a typical school office, with a messy desk,
a laptop computer, bookcases and filing cabinets on the walls,
but no windows. Ms Troboper, sitting at her desk, looking up from
her computer, pleasantly inquired, "Hello, may I help you?"

She was an attractive woman, maybe 32 years old, with shoulder
length brown hair and glasses. At first glance she seemed to have
a nice figure, but as she was seated and wearing a suit jacket it
was hard to judge. Her left hand was hidden behind the computer,
so I couldn't check her out for a wedding ring.

"Yes," I replied. "I understand you run something called the
'After School Tying Up and Spanking Club." I had rehearsed that
line so carefully before I came, and I got it out without messing
up.

She gasped and leaned back in her office chair looking startled.
"Whatever gave you such a preposterous notion, Mr., er Mr....",
she expostulated. She spoke with an English accent, of sorts. I
later learned she had immigrated from Rhodesia.

"Delgon", I replied, "My name is Ken Delgon. I believe you know
my daughters, Sara and Abby".

"Ah", she breathed, sinking back in her chair looking quite
deflated. "Someone has been indiscreet" she whispered. Speaking
more loudly, with the pitch of her voice rising "No doubt there",
pause, "may have been a great deal of", another pause "of - well
you know how teenage girls can be – the", she babbled in
indignation for a bit, unable to string together a complete
sentence. She stopped, put her hands out flat on the desk as if
to settle her emotions, and said "Tell me, Mr. Delgon, just what
is it that you think you know about what goes on in this alleged
club, and how do you know it".

"Alright, Ms Troboper", I began, "or may I call you 'Dexi'?" I
asked, recalling that name from the school directory.

"No." she replied firmly. "You will call me Ms Troboper."

"Ok," I replied with a little smile, "it happened that last
Friday another crisis came up at work. I called the girls to let
them know I would be coming home late, after midnight, and that
they were to fix up some leftovers for dinner and to be in bed by
midnight.

"Years ago we had a nanny-cam installed in one of their bedrooms.
You know, a hidden camera and VCR that recorded whatever happened
– voice and motion activated – so my wife and I could be sure
they weren't being mistreated by the babysitters. Well, I hadn't
used it in years – completely forgot about it – but the VCR is
located in my workshop, and it blinks when the tape is full". I
brushed my hair back, a nervous habit, I guess. "I had gone down
to the workshop to – well whatever – I went down there and before
I turned on the lights, there was that blinking light. I went
over and rewound the tape. I wondered why it had been triggered
and what it had recorded so I turned on the monitor and pressed
'play'. The video showed my daughters doubled up with laughter
shrieking the way teenage girls do. Perhaps that very loud
shrieking had triggered the VCR which had been unused for so many
years. Anyhow, they stopped laughing, and got to their feet. With
a big smile on her face my older daughter, Sara, said 'Ok, we'll
do it just like at Ms Troboper's tying up and spanking club'.

"Well you can guess that got my attention", I said.

"Um", grunted Ms Troboper with a resigned expression on her face.

"Well", I continued, "my attention perked up even more when Sara
put a blindfold over her eyes and began taking off her clothes.
Abby took off her clothes too."

"Urk", from Ms Troboper. "Do you often spy on the young women in
your family Mr. Delgon? I mean really." she said, trying to sound
indignant.

"Well no." I said, "I hadn't seen them naked in years, not since
they stopped asking me to watch them play in the bathtub. They
didn't have breasts and pubic hair then, but now…um." I said,
perhaps saying too much. "But does your computer play DVD"s Ms
Troboper?" I asked. "I edited the tape and put this together, in
order to save time." I said, pulling a DVD out of my jacket
pocket and holding it out to her.

"Er, yes," she admitted, reluctantly taking the DVD from my hand
and loading it into her Dell laptop. She angled the screen so we
both could see and started the player. In a moment the LCD
display showed my naked children. Abby used some rope – it looked
like the white clothesline I kept in the garage – to tie her
older sister's hands. She threw the rope up over the ceiling fan
(which wasn't turning), then standing on a chair, she pulled her
sister's bound hands up between the fan blades and tied the end
around the fan's support column. She came back to Sara, spread
her legs, and used more rope to tie them, apparently to some
heavy furniture out of sight, so she couldn't move.

There was a break in the editing at this point, and the next part
showed Abby whacking Sara's butt with a hairbrush.
The next part showed Abby with her face buried in her older
sister's pussy.

The next part showed a happy looking Sara being released from the
ropes. Sara then took off the blindfold and handed it to Abby,
saying "Now it's your turn."

Abby put the blindfold on herself, then got tied up, spanked and
eaten the same way Sara had been.

In the last scene on the DVD Abby clearly says to Sara "We need
to get a vibrator and some sex toys like Ms Troboper lets us use
at the club."

"Yeah", replied Sara sarcastically, "like Dad's gonna drive us to
the dirty video store so we can pick up some 'adult novelties'."

"You've got a Visa Bux card, we can order it off the internet.
We're always home to get the mail before Dad gets home", whined
Abby, "come on, we can do that". The video stopped.

"So you can see," I said to Ms Troboper, "I believe that this
club exists, and that there's tying up and spanking, and kinky
sex going on."

"Very indiscreet" sighed Ms Troboper softly.

"They knew they were home alone, and they don't know about the
nanny-cam," I remarked. "I hope you won't punish them very
severely."

At this her head jerked up in surprise. "Are you inferring that
your daughters will continue to participate in the club, subject
to my punishments?"

"No," I said, "I'm implying it; you are inferring it." I said
pedantically. "And yes, I think they might continue to
participate, after all, it looks like they enjoy it."

Straightening up in here chair, looking relieved, if not
understanding what I meant. "Mr. Delgon, what is it you want,
exactly?"

"I would like to join the club."

"Mr. Delgon," she expostulated, "this is a club for young school
students. I'm sure you can understand that few young people would
want to be sexually abused by a middle aged man, old enough to be
their father – or who actually is their father."

"Ms Troboper," I replied evenly, "I have no interest in abusing
my daughters. After all, I could do that at home if I were so
inclined." Less evenly, almost in panic, I went on "And while I'm
sure it would be fun to, well, not abuse, how about, um, play,
with, um, willing -yes only willing - students, I had something
else in mind."

"Oh really," she said, straightening up some more. Her voice
sounding more assured. "And what might that be?"

"I think I would like to submit, er, to volunteer, to be, you
know", I began speaking rapidly. "After all, having a man to, um,
be superior over, might er…"

Ms Troboper said sharply "Mr. Delgon. Let's see if you can follow
instructions. Stand up" she ordered. I stood up. "Take off your
glasses and put this over your eyes," she said, handing me a
strip of black fabric she got from a desk drawer. "Do not speak.
Take off your clothes."

Oh My God. I thought. This it it. I'm taking my clothes off in
front of a woman – an attractive young woman! – I had met less
than an hour ago. I hadn't been naked with a woman in over two
years. And if things went as I hoped there would be sexy sexy
young girls… I was afraid, not afraid for my life, for I'd
clearly shown I had the goods on her, but the uncertainty – not
knowing what came next – was indescribable. And arousing too.

When I was naked Ms Troboper said "put your hands on the back of
your head and wait here." Since I was blindfolded I couldn't tell
for sure, but I thought I heard her gathering up my clothes from
where I had dropped them on the carpet. "Do not move", she said.
"I'll be right back."

After a while, probably not more than five minutes, but it seemed
a very long time to me, standing naked in an assistant
principal's office in a public school, I heard the sound of
several people entering the room. "You know what to do." Ms
Troboper said to unknown persons. Hands pulled at my wrists,
pulled them down and wrapped them in leather cuffs. Scritchy
sounds, sounding like Velcro, and clicks sounding like locks
being closed. A bit of chain connected my hands in front of me,
then more cuffs and chains joined my ankles. I wasn't sure what
it was at the time, but a chain connecting the handcuff chain to
the ankle chain was attached, brushing against my semi-hard
penis.

"On your hands and knees" ordered Ms Troboper. I dropped to the
floor like a Marine recruit and nearly broke my nose when I found
the chains on my wrists and ankles didn't let me move very much.
"The horse tail, I think", Ms Troboper said, in the most
confident sounding voice I'd heard from her since she had said
"Hello".

I felt hands on my butt, separating my ass cheeks, then a
pressure on my asshole. Oh My God!

I didn't resist. I tried to relax as something – a butt plug I
guess – slid past my anus. Now I sometimes slip a finger into my
ass when I'm masturbating, but this was something way different.
My asshole was really full and stretched and I'd never felt
anything like it before. Mmmmh.

"Make sure he's hard" ordered Ms Troboper. A hand reached between
my thighs and started stroking my penis. "Enough" announced Ms
Troboper after a few moments. "Take him to the other room."

I felt someone climb onto my back, whispering "Ride 'em horsie!'.
I could feel she was naked, and when she was on top, my butt was
whacked. "SMACK." Something had hit my ass with a surprising
noise and a surprising pain. "Forward" commanded a voice. I
wasn't sure if it was the girl on my back or someone else, but
another "SMACK" hit my ass. I started crawling, but the chains
connecting my wrists and ankles reduced my crawl to a few inches
at a time, and I found out the butt plug was attached to some
kind of horse tails that brushed my thighs as I crawled.

While crawling along Ms Troboper spoke: "I'm not certain what
role you will have in the club after today, if any, but I will
tell you about a few of the rules. Safewords are strictly obeyed,
and every student knows what the word is."

'Wel,l I don't', I thought.

Ms Troboper continued "Nothing goes into a vagina or an anus
except a finger or a sex toy. I won't have my girls getting into
trouble. Severe pain or injury are never inflicted. There is no
humiliation, unless the student has specifically discussed it
beforehand with me. That last rule does not apply to you, of
course, worm."

There were more rules, smacks, and orders to turn right or left
or go straight on the way to the next room.

There, somewhat to my surprise, the butt plug was removed, and
the cuffs and chains were taken off my wrists. I was now bound
only at the ankles. "Up on your knees." Ms Troboper commanded.
After I straightened myself up she said "Remember that you must
not speak. Remove your blindfold."

The room was brightly lit so I blinked and squinted a bit while
simultaneously widening my eyes in surprise. In front of me were
a naked girl and boy. 'A boy!' I thought to myself. I hadn't been
expecting boys. I directed my attention to the girl. She was
blindfolded like I had been, and her arms were pulled straight up
by a chain attached to wrist cuffs. Her breasts were small but
nicely shaped. Not just bumps or swellings like some girls her
age have. She had wisps of pale pubic hair and her left thigh was
tightly bound to the boy's right thigh. They were tied together
at the knees and ankles too. Their other legs were drawn up and
away, so they were each standing on one foot on a block of wood
about a foot high. Their groins were fully exposed and
accessible.

The boy was also blindfolded. He was about the same height as the
girl, but thinner. He had black hair on his head, no hair on his
chest, and not a lot of pubic hair. His skin was darker than
hers, he might have been Asian. His penis looked half aroused.

"Approach them Mr. Delgon" ordered Ms Troboper. I shuffled
forward. "Touch them." I reached a hand up to the girl's side and
stroked her from her hip to just below her breast. She jerked
slightly and inhaled sharply then breathed out heavily. "Both of
them Mr. Delgon" called out the Second Assistant Principal. I put
my right hand on his side. He didn't jump like the girl had. I
guess he was not caught by surprise. I let my hands explore them,
touching the girl's breasts and the boy's chest. I ran my hands
over their tummies, and down to their hips.

"Touch her cunt," said Ms Troboper. The vulgarity surprised me.
"Touch his cock and balls." My left hand went immediately to her
sex and begin petting and probing. In response she pushed forward
against my hand.

Aside from changing diapers on babies I had never touched another
person's penis. What the Hell, I knew I had to do it, I moved my
right hand to his penis and began lightly stroking the sensitive
part. His thin cock stood up tall. I move my hand to between his
thighs and lightly stroked him on, and behind his balls,
alternating that with stroking and squeezing his cock.

"Use your mouth," demanded Ms Troboper, "eat her." I moved my
hand to her ass and pushed my face into her pussy. I licked her
up and down, pressed myself against her. I sought out her clit
and licked it and sucked at it. I squeezed her ass cheeks and
explored her crack. She pressed back against my jaws. After a bit
of time she panted out loud, apparently in orgasm.

"Now do the boy." Another first. I had not had very many blow
jobs in my life, my wife didn't like doing them, and I hadn't
been very interested in watching that kind of porn video, but I
knew what I liked. I tentatively brushed his penis with my lips.
It got harder. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, nibbling
slightly. It was oozing precum. I gave the thankfully circumcised
head a lick, then, covering my teeth with my lips, put my mouth
completely over it. In and out, tighter and looser, lick now and
then. When I started my hand had gone to his ass, which I squoze
as I was still doing to the girl. I sought out his asshole and
pushed a finger in. He came.

His semen impacted the inside of my mouth with surprising force.
I opened my mouth and drew back, only to have several spurts
arrive on my face, while I felt his sphincter rhythmically
convulsing on my finger. I looked up at the boy's face, it was
devolving from muscle clenched climax into a grin.

His penis stopped pulsing and we both relaxed. "Clean him up"
demanded the voice of Ms Troboper. I had licked my own cum off my
hand after masturbation many times, so it didn't bother me much
to lick the boy's cum off his sagging penis. I pulled my finger
out of his asshole and wiped it on the back of his thigh without
looking to see what might be on it.

"Everything has been recorded of course," Ms Troboper said
softly. "You had power over me, now I have power over you too. My
edited video will show you abusing underage children, your video
is much less convincing. I hope we can be friends."

I nodded.

"So, Mr. Delgon," Ms Troboper replied, "you're doing well. It's
time for your spanking. Would you like a gag?" she asked. I
nodded again.

"Here is your blindfold, put it on again", she said. I accepted
it and once again wrapped the obscuring cloth over my eyes,
knotting it securely at the back of my head. Myself. I did that
to myself. I knelt, naked and blindfolded, knowing I was in the
presence of at least four other people, and waited for further
orders.

"Put your hands up on top of your head." I did this, of course,
and was thrilled – is that the right feeling? – to feel hands –
unknown hands – again wrap leather cuffs around my wrists and
pull my arms up above my head. "Stand up." demanded a voice, not
Ms Troboper's, I think. I stood up. My hands being pulled by the
rope, or chain, or whatever it was that was pulling, them, I was
pulled into contact with the two naked teenagers I had just
performed oral sex on. A gag was pushed into my mouth, and I
opened for it.

"Smack" something hit my ass. "Smack" something hit my butt.
"Smack", the blows didn't hurt so much as, I don't know , I can't
express. The feeling between the smacks, the glow, that feeling,
that felt great. The feeling of being pressed against naked
bodies of the two teenagers, that felt great too.

"Mr. Delgon," Ms Troboper said, "I will allow you to cum at this
time, if you can.

My penis, my cock, whatever, I just call it my thing, or "hey,
you" when it grows without my wanting it, was pushed strongly to
the junction of the girl's tummy, and the boy's tummy. The very
smooth junction. My arms were wrapped in restraints over my head,
while my ankles were tied, spread apart, on either side of the
boy's and girl's ankles. I was in a position that tightly held me
to two naked teenagers, a girl and a boy. My hard penis – cock –
was in the valley between their bodies. "Smack." I jerked myself
forward, and the feeling my penis sent my hind-brain was
incredible. There was no more sentient thought left in this
exercise. I, what is the word? I harmonically pressed my urgent
penis, cock, thing, whatever, up and down against the smooth
skins of the tied up boy and girl while spanks impacted my rear
end. "Whack, whack, smack, smack, pat, WHACK, pat…" I ejaculated.

The disengagement was a little bit awkward. "I'm all wet",
complained a voice. But blindfolded still, I didn't know whose it
was.

But as a newly qualified and accepted member of the Afternoon
Tying Up And Spanking Club – Dad's Auxiliary, I wasn't supposed
to know.

******

The email was from dexitroboper @ some throw away email service.
"Oh boy," I thought, "it must be about the club."

The email was brief and badly spelled: "There will be a special
meeting of the ATU&SC at 3 oclock on Tusday at the usually place.
Attendance is manitory."

I knew where the meeting of the Afternoon Tying Up and Spanking
Club would be – the Edward Elmer Smith Middle School – the school
my daughters go to. But I didn't know the exact room, since I had
been blindfolded (and naked) the first time I was there, so I
arrived early and went to Ms Troboper's office.

"I'm pleased to see you had the presence of mind to arrive early,
Mr. Delgon," the attractive thirty-something woman said as I
entered the office of the school's Second Assistant Principal.
"Here is your blindfold." She handed me a strip of black cloth.
"You know what to do."

I took off my glasses and left them on her desk, then put the
cloth strip over my eyes and tied it at the back of my head. Then
I took off all of my clothes, dropping them on the floor, as I
had been told to do the first time I was there.

"Come with me, Mr. Delgon" she said, grabbing my left arm above
the elbow and pulling me through the office door and down the
corridor outside. With only a few changes in direction it wasn't
long before she said "Be careful, there are some steps to go up."
I probed for the steps with my toes, and found my way up. The
texture of the floor changed from that of the tiled hallways to
coarse wood. "Wait here, behind the curtain." I guessed I was on
the auditorium stage.

I could hear what sounded like a group of school kids talking and
laughing. Ms Troboper gave out a loud "Harrumph," silencing the
students, then began to speak: "This is a special meeting of the
Afternoon Club. There has been a violation of club rules
resulting in a security breach. The guilty parties will be
punished." I couldn't hear specific words, owing to being behind
a thick theatrical curtain, I supposed, but there was a minor
commotion. "Abby and Sara Delgon, step forward," she commanded.
"But, but, we… How do?…" protested my older daughter's voice,
filled with surprise, indignation, and fear.

"But me no buts, young lady," interrupted Ms Troboper. "I have
incontrovertible evidence that you and your little sister
revealed the secret name of the Afternoon Club and did forbidden
activities outside of the safety of the Club. Your butt is going
to get it."

"Yes ma'am," my eldest child squeaked.

"Ah hum", agreed my littler one.

"Given the gravity of your offense, what do you think your
punishment should be?" asked Ms Troboper.
"Um, a spanking?" inquired Sara.

"No!" replied Ms Troboper forcefully. "You enjoy spankings too
much. You are to be flogged. Come up and submit."

No one spoke for a while, and there were various sounds like
furniture being pushed around, and grunts of little girls.

To my surprise, I felt my blindfold being removed, and found I
was up on a brightly lit stage. In the darkened audience area
there were twenty or more unidentifiable people, while up on the
stage were my dear daughters.

They were naked, bent over some kind of padded bar, with their
legs spread and tied apart on one side, and their hands also tied
far apart to another bar on the other side. Both were blindfolded
and gagged.

"Mr. Delgon," spoke Ms Troboper quietly, I guess so my daughter's
couldn't hear. "Since you are the person who reported the
offences, you will administer their punishments. You will take
this flogger." She handed me a multi-tailed whip. The handle was
turned wood, walnut or mahogany, while the tails seemed to be
leather. There seemed to be more than the traditional nine, and
it seemed to be desperately heavy. "You will give each girl six
strokes, standing behind them, bringing the whip up from the
floor, so that some of the strands will go between their thighs
and onto the their cunnies. You will do so with force, although
not with all of your strength since you are so much more powerful
than they are."

"No." I said.

"No?"

"I can't. I can't hurt my girls like that," I said.

"I assure you, while it looks like they are being coerced, they
did not resist being placed in the punishment position. They
could refuse this if they wished. They have experienced similar
treatment before, all members of the club do sooner or later, and
all can decline it."

"It's not just that," I replied. "It's too sexual. I don't want
to regard my children this way, to think about doing sex stuff
with them. I really don't want to go down that path…"

"Very well, Mr. Delgon, I understand and, frankly, I admire your
attitude.

However, rules are rules, and another rule is that if a member
refuses to administer punishment, she, or he in your case, must
receive double the punishment. You will take twelve strokes."

"Um…" I was to be restrained, naked, in front of a bunch of
middle school students, mostly girls, and whacked with a heavy
whip. "Ok."

"Caitlin", called out Ms Troboper. I believe you are next in line
to administer punishment. Would you do Mr., er., this person,
here?"

"YES!" squealed a gleeful voice from the crowd. A golden haired
girl bounced up the steps to the stage. Her brilliant blue eyes
fixed mine and held them as she peeled off her clothes. Her
breasts were small, her slit was accented with fine yellow hair,
her face was radiant with beauty. How did I see that if my eyes
were fixed on hers? I dunno. You see a lot when a twelve year old
girl completely strips in front of you.

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to the bar my daughters
were draped over. I let her position me over the bar, seize my
ankles and fasten them far apart, take my wrists and fasten them
as I tried to support my weight mostly on my hands and feet. She
put a gag in my mouth, but left my eyes free from the blindfold.
I looked to my left and right and saw my daughters in the same
position. I could just look back far enough to see there was a
naked boy behind each of them, and, as if on a signal, Caitlin
smacked my ass with her hand at the same time that the boys
smacked my little girls.

I jumped, my girls squeaked into their gags, and I thought "My
God, this is fantastic!!"

After the warmup handspanks came the blows with the floggers. It
didn't last long. Caitlin seemed to be doing her best, but the
girl tennis player grunts she emitted delivering the blows were
louder than mine, receiving them. The boys whupping my girls'
asses were about the same size as Caitlin, so I wasn't worrying
about them as much as before. I suppose my girls were wondering
who was still being whipped after their six strokes were
finished. Sure it hurt, while it lasted. I was just, I don't
know. It's hard to say it about this kind of thing. It was, well,
It was fun.

After the twelfth stroke the gorgeous little twelve year applied
to my ass, there was a pause, then I felt her hands massaging my
butt, taking away the lingering afterglow which I really wanted
to keep. The hands strayed to my privates. I opened my eyes,
which had been clenched shut during the whipping. Looking around
I could barely see my daughters on either side, being similarly
groped by the boys who had spanked them. I closed my eyes again
as my penis convulsed in the climax Caitlin's hand induced.

******

"You made a mess on the floor, " complained Caitlin, the gorgeous
twelve year old who had just jacked me off. Clean it up."

She released me from the bindings that had held me while she had
whipped me with the flogger, and unfastened the gag. I was free
from all bonds once again, yet I obeyed her order and dropped to
my hands and knees and licked my gooey white semen from the
floor.

I stole furtive looks to each side. My daughters, Abby and Sara,
were still bound in their spanking position over the horizontal
bars. As I watched, the naked boys who had just walloped and
groped them took the gags out of their mouths, but didn't release
them from their bondage.

"Harrumph", harrumphed Ms Troboper, the director of the Afternoon
Club, as it was called during meetings. "We will today welcome a
new member, a fully qualified member with all the privileges, and
only the privileges, of the Dad's Auxiliary." She pushed me
forwards so I was fully illuminated by the stage lighting. This
is Mr. Ken Delgon, father of Sara and Abby Delgon.'

"Daaaddeeeee?" squealed two voices from the two immobilized naked
girls on the stage.

'How am I going to explain this to the when we get home,' I
wondered?

"Caitlin, prepare Mr. Delgon for the reception", Ms Troboper
said.

"Ok", replied Caitlin cheerfully. I let her cuff my hands behind
my back, and apply a chain between the cuffs on my ankles and put
the gag back in my mouth. Then the naked girl, pressing her nude
body against my back and hands, tied the blindfold over my eyes
once again.

"C'mon," she said sweetly, "we're going down the steps again, so
watch yourself .. here we are". Blindfolded and naked, guided by
an extremely pretty naked girl, I felt my way down the steps to
the area in front of the stage.

"Form two lines," called out Ms Troboper.

Then sweet Caitlin pushed me into the gantlet. "Run", she cried
out as she spanked my ass as hard as a twelve year old girl can.
I couldn't run because my ankles were cuffed in leather and
joined by a short chain. I could only shuffle forward between the
two lines of teen club members, feeling hands snatching at my
cock and balls, and then smacking my rear end as I got past them.

When I got to the end of the line, having endured multiple
squeezings, pulls, spanks, and swats, Ms Troboper said "Welcome
to the club, Mr. Delgon. The next time you will not be
blindfolded, and you will learn of some of the other
opportunities this club offers members. Caitlin, put your clothes
back on and lead Mr. Delgon to my office. Katie, come here", Ms
Troboper whispered something I could not hear." Louder, Ms
Troboper said "Katie, you go with them too Bob and Sam, have Sara
and Abby thank you for their punishments in the usual way, then
help them to get dressed." I was to learn later that the usual
way to thank a boy was a blow job.

After a moment while Caitlin put her clothes back on, the golden
haired girls said "Come along." She grabbed me by my penis and
led me, shuffling, back to Ms Troboper's office. As we made our
way towards the office, Katie and Caitlin conversed, mostly in
giggles. At the hall corners Caitlin would jerk me by my penis in
the direction she wanted, and Katie would smack me on my ass to
make sure I went the right direction. I had nothing to say, since
I was still gagged.

When we stopped, Katie announced in a voice that was not quite
sweet little girl, or vicious dominatrix. I guess she was
practicing. "Ms Troboper said you are to get dressed, and leave."
I felt their small hands releasing the bonds on my hands and
ankles taking no trouble to avoid touching me anywhere else.
"Sara and Abby are going home on the late bus", she reassured me.

I heard the door close as the girls left the office. I untied the
blindfold and found I could easily release the gag from my mouth.
My cock was so hard. I wanted to jack off immediately, but it
occurred to me that if Ms Troboper were to discover me
masturbating in her office the punishment might be… fun… I jacked
myself off, which I really needed to do, then cleaned up my semen
with Kleenex from the box on her desk. I wasn't discovered.

After I got dressed, I was careful not to leave the sticky
Kleenex in the office trashcan. I disposed of them during a stop
in the Boy's room. I went off to my car, wondering what my
reception would be when I got home to my two little girls. Would
they hate me?

I took my sweet time getting home, not wanting to get there
before the late bus. I thought it would be better if my girls
were already there before me, as they always are when I come home
from work. I drove around aimlessly for a while, then – my car is
a hybrid – I was careful to make the turn onto my street and
arrive at my driveway in stealth mode. I left my car in the
driveway and walked up the walkway – the one I had built myself
with decorative concrete pavers with help from my deceased wife's
deceased father. The front door hinges squeak loudly when it is
opened and when I stepped into the house my daughters had to know
I was home.

"Dadddeeee", the pair shrieked running into the living room,
grabbing me, hugging me, kissing me. I guess they didn't hate me.

After some incoherent talk and continuous hugging I suggested we
go to the kitchen for milk and cookies. "Ok girls," I said. "The
first thing I want you to know is that I didn't know that you
would be punished if I went to talk to Ms. Troboper." Actually,
that was a lie, wasn't it? I had mentioned punishment of my girls
during my first confrontation with Ms. Troboper.
"Oh Daddy," my fifteen year old daughter Sara said, "that
punishment was nothing. That's what being a member of a Tying Up
and Spanking Club is about – it's a privilege since it's not
possible for everyone to get spanked every week! It was just
shocking that you somehow got into the club without talking to us
about it."

"Yeah Daddy," whined my twelve year old, Abby. "You really should
have talked to us about it after we made that video for you."

"THUD." That was the metamorphical – I don't think that's the
right word – sound of my jaw hitting the floor. "You MADE that
video on purpose? For Me?" I gasped.

"Well sure, we know you've been down in the dumps since Mom died.
We were too of course, but, like, life goes on." Sarah said. "And
we wanted to, like, give you a present to make you happy, and we
knew what kind of pornography you like on the internet…"

"Huh, what?" I gasped. "How would you know that? You can't get
onto my computer without my password!"

"Daddy,…" my daughter giggled. "Your ancient old laptop runs
Windows 98 – haven't you noticed that entering the wrong password
on Win98 doesn't keep you from doing anything?" she inquired
authoritatively. "Besides, you always use your pet name for Mom
plus a number for all your passwords."

"Hoooo", I breathed. "Um.."

"So anyway," Sara continued, "we discovered that video camera
years ago and Mom told us it was to protect us from bad
babysitters and all and since we were old enough she disconnected
it, but we know you like pictures of tied up women, and stories
about that - that story repository website is awesome - but it's
blocked on our computer so we have to use yours to get to it, and
like besides we found your stash of bondage equipment you used to
use on Mom in your workshop, so we thought it might cheer you
up!" she concluded triumphantly.

"Hey," piped up Abby, "was that you that got double punishment
while Bob and Sam were doing us? What's up with that?'

I cleared my throat to give me time to think. So many things to
talk about… "Well first, the things that happened this
afternoon," I said gravely, "those things shouldn't have
happened, and if the police found out I would go to jail for a
long time, and…"

"Yes, we know," interrupt Abby, "Ms Troboper explains this when
anyone joins the club. She tells about the age of consent laws
and stuff, but she explains to us that these are obsolete laws,
you know, like the law against wearing blended fabric or eating
shrimp, but really, it's not like any teenager would let someone
do something they don't like, and in the club we don't have to do
anything we don't like, and if we just keep quiet about it no one
will get in trouble."

"And second," I continued, "it's very, very wrong for a father or
any other relative that has power like an uncle or brother to
engage in sexual behavior with a relative, even if they are old
enough to consent. That's why I refused to spank and do that
other stuff that happened with you."

"But why?" Sara asked, "we're not irresponsible children, we make
choices everyday, I'll have my drivers license in two year, and
if you let me keep up my lessons, I can have a student pilot's
license and solo in only one year. Why can't we make decisions
for ourselves?

"Because there's a long sad history that says teenagers often
make bad decisions. There's a part of your brain that's still
growing up that controls decision making and it isn't mature
yet."

The girls had no response to that.

Because they didn't believe it.

Because their brains weren't – oh whatever.

"Ok, so what's happening here Daddy," Sara asked. "Can we stay in
the club?"

"Do you like what happens in the club?"

"Yes."

"Ok, third. The bondage toys you found in my workshop. I hardly
ever used them on your Mom. Mom used them on me."

Silence

"I understand it's wrong", said Sara, surely a lawyer to be began
"for a Daddy to have sexual contact with his children, but is it
wrong for a fairly mature child to impose some sort of sexual
behavior on a consenting adult?"

"Yes, of course it's wrong," I replied, "the child, regardless of
maturity, is unable to give legal consent."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Sara?"

"You need to be punished for not talking to us before going to Ms
Troboper. Stand up and take off your clothes."

I stood up and took off my clothes.