Jamie stayed very still. Frustration and the cool of the floor made her tremble. She had just spent hours combing the floor of the living room looking for the key to the handcuffs that bound her wrists behind her without success. She knew that it had to be in the room somewhere.

Jamie considered her situation. The key had to be in plain sight. It couldn't have skittered under a piece of furniture as everything in the room sat flush with the floor. Where was the key?

Jamie took in a deep cleansing breath through her nose. She was uncomfortable, not because of the way she was tied as she had been tied far tighter, but her knees and shins ached from contact with the hard floor and the muscles in her legs protested their enforced position.

Where was that key?

Jamie jumped as the front doorbell rang. She knew that it was most likely her friend Stephie arriving for their play date, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the off chance that it was a stranger who would catch her tied up wearing nothing but pantyhose. That would be naughty and Jamie blushed and giggled.

Jamie scooted until she faced the front hallway. She tried to see who was at the door, but the goggles prevented her from seeing anything useful that far away. She snorted at the unfairness of it all. She had planned a quick game of find the key, but her mother had thrown the key into the large living room instead of the kitchen and now she couldn't find it. Worse that that, now Stephie would see her tied up and helpless. Not that Stephie hadn't seen her tied and helpless before. They traded being the damsel in distress and the captor, but today was Stephie's turn to be tied up. Not that Jamie minded being tied up. Her mother often said that Jamie came out of the womb bound and gagged. She loved it so much that she always asked to be tied for the entire day on her birthday instead of having a party. Last year, her fifth birthday, Stephie and mom tied Jamie so she had to sit on her old potty training toilet, a very uncomfortable and degrading position to be sure. Her mom had taken pictures and Jamie had an eight by ten glossy print of her slumped over asleep.

Jamie strained to listen as her mother and her bestest friend spoke in soft voices and giggled. After a long while, Jamie could see their shapes as they came into the living room.

Jamie's mother walked over to her bound daughter and squatted down. "Poor dear," she said as she patted Jamie on a nylon clad leg. Almost as soon as Jamie started looking for the key, her mother had slipped into the room and snatched it up. The key had been in the pocket of her apron all day. Jamie's mom smiled as she quietly placed the key inches from Jamie's knee.

Stephie stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb. She regarded her younger friend with amusement, a wise smile upon her lips. Where Jamie had light brown hair and eyes, Stephie's hair was jet black and her eyes were so deep brown that they were almost black. Jamie had a full lower lip and a moderate upper, Stephie's soft lips were full all around so when her mouth was closed it appeared as if she were puckering up for a kiss.

As Jamie's mother stood and walked to Jamie's side, Stephie quickly and quietly moved to stand right beside her little friend. "Mom says you couldn't find the key," she said suddenly. She smiled as Jamie jumped and turned her head towards the sound. "You are silly." Stephie began as she bent down and picked up the key. "You quit too soon, silly girl. The key is right here." Stephie tapped the key against Jamie's leg.

Jamie knew that her mother had set her up. There was no way that she could have missed the key like that. She tried to voice a little girl curse, but her mother's panties kept her from saying what she wanted to say. And she was very amused by Jamie's current situation.

"I think Jamie deserves a penalty. Do you agree Mom?" Stephie offered.

"Why yes Steph. I do believe she does," replied Mom. "What do you have in mind?"

"A spanking."

Jamie fidgeted as she listened to the exchange. She knew that she was in for it, and it was pretty apparent that she had been set up.

"A spanking would be perfect," said Jamie's Mom. "I'll get my spat."

Jamie turned her face in the direction of her mother's voice and whined. Her mother had been a professional chef before she quit to give birth to Jamie. Mom had kept all of her expensive tools, including her spatula. It was an all metal tool used to flip meat on grills. She had felt it's sting before.

Mom had already put the spat where she could find it easily. She returned more quickly than Jamie expected and Jamie didn't know mom was there until Jamie found herself lifted up by her waist. Jamie was very ticklish and though she knew that she was going to be spanked, something that she didn't like at all, she began to laugh.

Jamie's mother put Jamie face down on a footstool with her legs dangling over the edge. Her legs were tired so they dropped towards the floor exposing her butt and causing the necktie to pull her head backwards.

Stephie grinned as she stood in front of Jamie. She really liked being spanked and whenever she spanked one of her friends she secretly pretended that she was the one on the receiving end. "How many swats should we give her?" she asked Jamie's Mom as she ran her hand over Jamie's nylon-clad butt.

"Well let's see." Jamie's mom began. "I don't have to spank Jamie very often but when I do I usually use my hand so to get good effect I usually spank her nonstop for a full five minutes, since she is five years old.

"Cool" Stephie pressed the spat against Jamie's butt cheek. Jamie's mother had stored the spat in the fridge all day and so the metal was cold. Stephie held the spat there for a moment, drew in a deep breath and then raised the spat to start the spanking.

"However," Jamie's mom interrupted.

Stephie stopped in her downward swing.

Jamie squirmed under her mother's arm. She wanted them to get it over with.

"Five minutes with the hand just reddens the butt and makes the point nicely. But five minutes with that would bruise her tender bottom and that wouldn't be very fun, would it?"

Stephie was disappointed. She lowered her arm and tapped the spat against her leg. "I guess so." she said finally.

"How about you spank her five times on the butt and then I'll take the spat and spank her five more times."

Stephie didn't answer, she just swatted Jamie without warning. Jamie stiffened and squealed at the sudden sharp pain on her buttock. Stephie didn't hesitate. The spat was heavy and Stephie brought it down as hard as she could, as fast as she could. When she was done there were five rectangular red spots on Jamie's butt.

Jamie's mom took the spat and began her assault while Stephie held Jamie in place. Her first blow landed on the reddest of the marks, matching its angle perfectly. Jamie screamed this time. Her mother took her time between blows, landing each one carefully and accurately. She went well beyond the five swats she had agreed to and when she was finished, Jamie's butt showed bright red through the nylons.

"My, I seemed to have gone over my limit." Jamie's mother said in mock innocence. "Maybe I should let Stephie play catch up."

Jamie growled again and in spite of the fact that the weight of her legs kept her head pulled back and limited her movement, she shook her head no.

Stephie couldn't stand any more. She covered her face in her hands and began laughing. She laughed so hard that she fell onto her butt, that hurt and made her laugh even more.

Then Jamie's mother started laughing. That was too much for Jamie. She began to wail.

Jamie's mother sobered quickly and motioned for Stephie to give her the key. Stephie was still laughing as she handed it over. It didn't take long for Jamie's mother to untie Jamie and remove the goggles and gag.

As soon as the gag was out of Jamie's mouth in went her fingers. Her mother hugged her tight and made motherly soothing and cooing noises as Jamie's butt throbbed. Jamie continued to cry and sob.

It didn't take long for Stephie to regain her control and she joined in the hugging and cooing, kissing Jamie on her cheek.

It took Jamie a long time to settle down and then the three ladies went into the kitchen for cookies and punch.