"Hey Emma, want to come over tomorrow? A bunch of the girls are going to come over and I'm renting a movie," one of Emma's school-friends asks her at lunch on Friday. Emma's eating a cupcake she bought from a vending machine.

"That might be nice - I'll need to ask my Mom, though."

"Okay, well, it doesn't matter, no need to tell me in advance. Come over around 3 if you can."

"Okay, thanks!"

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"Hey, Tyler, how's your day going?" Emma asks him, bumping into him in the schoolyard at recess.

"Okay, how 'bout yours?"

"Okay. Um, listen, Tyler, can I ask a favor?"

"Sure,"

"Well, I just wanted to ask you if we could not play our game today after school. It's real fun, and I want to play again, but I'd like just a little bit of a break from it. Too much of a good thing isn't good, right? So it that okay?"

"Um, yeah, sure, that's fine, no problem."

"Thanks!" Emma leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "Woops, forgot... sorry." Then both twins look around nervously to see if their friends saw them. Fortunately, it appears nobody's paying any attention to them. "We can still hang out together and do stuff, even snuggle together... but I just need like a day or two with 'freedom'. Thanks for understanding."

"Sure, Emm, no problem. You know I want it to be fun for you too." Tyler looks around, and then gives her a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

The bell rings and they return to their classes.

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School's out. Tyler gets home first. When Emma enters the house, Tyler's waiting for her in the hallway, a plastic bag in his hand.

"Hi Emma," he says with a nervous smile.

"Hi Tyler," she answers, kicking off her shoes.

"Uh, Emma, um, remember what we talked about today in the schoolyard? Well, we kinda have a problem."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Take a look at this," Tyler says, handing Emma a letter.

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Dearest Tyler and Emma,

I hope you kids had a great day at school.

Uncle Tim is sick and Dad and I are driving down to visit him. We'll probably be there until Sunday.

Uncle Fred will be sleeping over tonight and tomorrow night. He probably won't be with you all day long, but he'll check in on you once in a while, and if you have any problems you can call him on his cellphone and he'll be right over.

Tyler, over the past few days you have proven yourself to be as responsible as an adult, if not more so. So you are in charge, and I expect you to keep Emma secure under lock-and-key at all times, in order to make sure that she, everyone else, and the house are safe. Please be sure to do this immediately when she arrives home from school - don't take any chances. If she misbehaves, I'm confident that you'll find the right way to get her back in line. If she's obedient, reward her how you see fit. I'm leaving you a hundred dollars for your expenses in this envelope. You may keep whatever you don't need to spend.

Emma, I expect you to be a good girl and obey your brother. Don't give him any reason to punish you.

We're very proud of you both.

Hopefully we'll return home with good news about Uncle Tim. Please pray for him.

Looking forward to seeing you when we return.

Love,

Mom.

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As Emma reads the letter, her eyes grow wider and wider. "What the..." she says, astonished. "No! No way, no way!"

"Emma, I'm sorry," Tyler says, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

But she shakes it off. "Tyler, we agreed."

"Yeah, I know, Em, but that was before I knew about this letter. Look, Emma, I don't know what's gotten into Mom's head. It's weird. You know I love you and trust you - I don't think you need to be locked up all the time for us to be safe.

"But I can't not listen to Mom. I don't want to get in trouble with her. So, I'm sorry..."

"No Tyler! No! You can't do that to me without my permission!"

"I wish that was the case, Emma dear. But unfortunately it appears not to be so - not only can I do it, I have to do it to you, especially if you don't want to!"

"No, Tyler, please!" she begs.

Tyler removes a pair of steel handcuffs from the bag. "Come on, Emma, let's get this overwith already. The sooner we do it, the easier it will be for you."

"No, Tyler," Emma says, backing away from her. "No!"

"Come on, Emma, you trust me, right? You know I always take good care of you. You have nothing to be afraid of. Come on, we'll have fun like we always do."

"No! Stop Tyler! I don't want to!" Emma's backing away from him, moving around him, while Tyler, holding the handcuffs, moves towards her.

"Emma, enough. I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice in the matter. Now let's just do it and get on with our day."

"No!"

Tyler's voice turns stern. "Emma, enough. If you don't let me do this to you, I'll do it anyway, only I'll have to punish you for misbehaving. That's not what you want, is it?"

"Get away from me!"

The twins start running around the hallway. Emma's trying to get away from Tyler, while he's trying to catch her. It only takes a few seconds. Tyler grabs her by the arm and pins her hard between his body and the wall.

"Ow! You're hurting me! Let go of me! Let me go!" Emma struggles, trying to get free. But Tyler holds and pins her tightly.

"Stop trying to fight me and let me handcuff you, and you won't get hurt," he cautions her.

But Emma continues to struggle. She's still no match for her brother. She's sandwiched between him and the wall, and he's holding her arm very tightly. Though she tries to get away, he manages to get the wrist he's holding locked in the handcuff. Emma, sobbing, tries with all her might to keep her wrists apart, but Tyler manages to get that hand behind her back. He holds on to the open cuff now, and Emma doesn't try to move that hand very hard because the cuff digging into her flesh is painful. She tries to keep her other hand away.

"Please, Emma, please stop struggling. I don't want you to get hurt!" But he has to force her other wrist behind her back. He does so as carefully as possible. Finally, her wrists are cuffed behind her back. She's sobbing, and still trying to get away from him. Tyler's good, though. He quickly drops to his knees and grabs her legs, hugging them together tightly with his left arm. With his right arm, he pushes her socks down and locks steel ankle-cuffs just above her ankles. The cuffs are separated by a two-inch chain - hardly enough to walk with.

Emma's finally immobile, and she stops struggling with her brother. But her sobbing just intensifies. "It's not fair! You can't do this!" she cries.

Tyler tries to pat her head comfortingly, but Emma moves her head away. "Fine, be that way!" he says, annoyed. He swiftly picks her up in his arms (accidentally causing her skirt to flip up and panties to be revealed) and carries her to the renovated garage.

Emma's still sobbing when they reach the garage. The bird-cage is there, ready for her, but because of her attitude Tyler decides on something else. He temporarily chains her to the wall, puts the bird-cage away, and gets a dog-cage. He unceremoniously pushes his sister in, head-first, lying her on her side, and then bends and stuffs her legs in beside her. He's about the close the cage door when he stops and tries to cover her underwear with her short skirt. However, lying on her side with her knees bent towards her chest the way she is, it's pretty impossible. He shrugs, leaves it like that, and closes and locks the cage door.

"Listen to me, Emma," he says loudly. "You have to calm down. Now! I don't want to keep you like this! I know metal handcuffs are uncomfortable, and this cage is small. And you're probably hungry. But until you calm down you're staying in her, you understand? If you want to be treated better, take some deep breaths and stop crying! I'm sick of this! There's no reason you should be acting this way! You know I love you and I take real good care of you! This is the thanks I get? As far as I'm concerned, you'll stay in that dog-cage all weekend if you don't change your attitude! Got it? Now I'm going to the kitchen to eat something and relax a bit. When I come back to check on you, you'd better have calmed down and started behaving, got it? I'm warning you."

Tyler leaves the room. Emma cries some more, then finally tries to get ahold of herself and stop.

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"Tyler? Tyler? Tyler?" she calls for her brother, still sniffling a bit but trying to hide it. She's been calling him for maybe five or ten minutes, and he doesn't come. She almost pees in her panties when Tyler finally returns.

"I have to pee," she says as soon as she sees him.

"Not so fast. Have you calmed down?"

"Yes. Please, I have to go real bad."

"Are you going to behave from now on?"

"Yes, Tyler. Please, I have to pee."

"No more giving me a hard time?"

"No. Now please, I can't hold it any longer!"

Tyler unlocks the cage and pulls his sister out. He unlocks one of her ankle-cuffs and allows her to walk into the en-suite bathroom. Once she's inside, he locks the cage-door, and then, through the bars, unlocks her handcuffs. He leaves the wooden door open but goes to sit on his bed where he can't see the toilet. She has no way of closing the wooden door to give herself privacy, as it's on the outside of the cage door.

"I'm finished, Tyler."

"It's Master to you, Emma," he snaps back.

"Sorry. I'm finished, Master." She's standing at the bathroom's cage door, holding the bars.

"Did you wash your hands?"

"Yes."

Tyler walks over to the bathroom, but doesn't yet unlock the door. He looks at his sister, who seems a lot calmer now, even though her face is still somewhat splotchy from her crying. "I'm glad you've calmed down now. I'm going to put leather cuffs on you now instead of the metal ones, 'cause they're a lot more comfortable." Tyler motions with his finger for Emma to turn around. Through the bars, he gently takes her wrists and crosses them behind her back. She doesn't resist this time. He begins cuffing her wrists. "I would have used the leather ones before, two, if you hadn't tried to stop me. But since you did that, I had no choice, since the metal ones lock much quicker." He finishes her wrists. "I'm going to do your ankles with leather cuffs two, with a short chain so you'll be able to walk a little." He does so, and removes the dangling steel ankle cuff. "Turn around now," he says, and then attaches a collar and leash to her neck. "There, that's better. Are they tight en ough? See if you can get out."

Of course they're tight enough. Since he asked her to, she tries to get free, but of course can't. "They're fine," she says, sniffing again.

Tyler unlocks the door and leads her out, over to his bed. He has her sit down, and sits beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Feeling better?" he asks her.

"I guess, a little."

"I don't understand, Emma - we've played this game a bunch of times already and you loved it. Why'd you make a fuss about it today? Okay, so you didn't really want to have to play today. But you know I'm not going to do anything bad to you! You know you can trust me! I take care of you, I protect you. Why the fuss?"

"Tyler, y..."

"Master," he corrects her.

She looks at him. "Master, you're right, I trust you, and I do enjoy our game. But it's different today. Before, I was agreeing to play. That's different. I mean, we can play that I'm a pet and need to be kept locked up and everything - that's fine. But in real life I'm not - I'm a person just like you and everyone else, and I have a right to be free and do whatever I want, whenever I want. You can joke and say that I'm just a silly little girl and can't take care of myself - as long as it's just a joke. But now it seems like Mom really believes that! Maybe I'll never be able to go free?! I don't want that! It's not right!"

Tyler gently strokes Emma's hair. "You know, Emma, you're right. It's very weird. I agree, it's not right. Mom shouldn't be treating you this way - I sure wouldn't. But we can't do anything about it right now. I don't want to get in trouble with Mom, and I do love you so much and want to protect you and make sure you're safe. So let's just wait until Mom returns home on Sunday. Okay? Then, I'll even talk to her and tell her it's not right. But until then, we have no choice, so let's just pretend that you want to play this weekend too. That way, at least we can have fun with it. Okay?"

Emma sighs, and thinks. "Okay, Tyler, that sounds good. Thanks for being on my side. Thanks for understanding."

Tyler kisses her on the cheek and gives her a hug.

"I'd like to hug you too," she says.

"In a minute. There's just one little thing we have to do first."

"What's that?"

"Well, I think you need to be punished for misbehaving before. I mean, you were real bad. Now I don't blame you so much because I know how you feel, and I know you were scared and stuff, and shocked by the letter. But still I have to make sure that you don't do things like that. I'm responsible for you, so you have to do what I say no matter what. Right?"

"Y-e-a-h," she says, timidly.

"So you agree you need to be punished, right?"

"No, well you could forgive me - I promise I won't do it again." Emma nervously thinks back to the bathtub incident. She looks around to see if there's any way she could run away from him and hide, but there isn't. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back, her ankles are also cuffed pretty close together preventing her from moving at any reasonable speed, and he's gripping her leash tightly.

"No, I don't think that would be right! You need to learn your lesson! But don't worry, like I said I understand why you did what you did so I'm only going to give you a little punishment. Just so you won't do it again. But not something big like the cold bathtub. Okay?"

"What then?" she asks, still not sure if she can breathe relieved yet.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Any ideas?"

"Maybe an apology note, or a short essay or something?" She sees Tyler looking at her smirking, and knows he's not going to go for that. "Maybe no ice-cream today? Or no TV?"

"No, no, silly! Nothing like that. It's got to be something that you feel on your skin. Hmmm. Well, okay. I think I'm going to give you a spanking."

"What???"

"Yeah, I think that's the best idea, don't you? I mean, it's a punishment, it's something you'll feel on your skin, but it's not too severe. It'll hurt a bit while it happens, but the pain will go away pretty quick. It'll all be over real quick and we can go on with having fun."

"Oh, well... uh..." Emma hadn't been spanked in years! Even when she was little, her parents hardly ever did it. And even when they did, it was never a formal, over-the-knee spanking - just an all-of-a-sudden swat on the butt while standing type of smack. "Y... you mean on my... bum?" Emma wasn't comfortable with having her brother touch her there.

"Yeah, well normally I wouldn't be touching your butt, but I don't think I have a choice right now. I have to punish you, right? Okay let's stop talking about it and get it overwith already."

"Isn't there maybe something else you could do instead?"

"Oh, come on, Emma, this is taking too much time. Let's get it overwith. Then I can give you a snack, we can watch some TV - we have the whole weekend ahead of us! We can have so much fun!"

"But..."

"Okay, let me help you with that," Tyler says as he walks over to a cabinet. He comes back with something in his hand. "This will help you to stop making a fuss about this." He opens his hand, revealing a ball-gag.

"It's okay, you don't have to... I'll stop complaining. Really I will."

"Too late. Open up. Come on, you promised you'd obey from now on." Tyler presses the ball to her lips. Reluctantly, Emma parts her lips and teeth and allows the ball to enter her mouth. Tyler fiddles around behind her head, and a moment later the gag is locked in place.

Tyler looks at Emma for a moment. "I'd better move your hands to in front of you," he says as he unlocks one of her wrist cuffs, and then refastens it with her hands in front of her. "If we left them behind you, they could get in the way of your butt and that would be a problem for your spanking. Okay, I think you're ready now. Come on, lean over, over my lap. That's it, good girl."

Tyler helps Emma move into position. Her skirt moves a bit, revealing some of her panties, but Tyler straightens it out for her, covering them up again.

Tyler places his right hand on Emma's back and gently, soothingly strokes her hair with his other. "Don't worry, Emma, this will only take a few seconds and then it'll be over. You're such a good girl. Okay, I guess I'll begin." Emma tenses up, waiting for the first blow.

Tyler places his left hand on Emma's back to steady her. Then he puts his right hand about eight inches directly above Emma's rear. He waits a few seconds, and then brings his hand down, slapping her skirt-covered bottom with what he thought was moderate force. Emma's releaved. That didn't hurt at all. Tyler's frustrated. Something doesn't feel right. He does it again and again. Then he notices something odd.

"Are you laughing?" he asks his gagged sister.

Emma makes an unintelligible sound through her gag. Tyler removes the gag, and she says, "Sorry, Master, but that doesn't hurt." Emma's surprised with herself. Why is she being so honest with him? She's lucky it doesn't hurt! She should just fake it - start crying or something - and let the whole spanking be like this!

"Good thing you told me. I didn't want to hit you too hard, but it's gotta hurt!"

Tyler hits her harder this time. But she just laughs some more, and he does as well. Then Tyler hits her the hardest he possibly could.

"Ow!" yelps Emma, surprised that it actually did hurt. Tyler's disappointed too, though. In order to get that effect he had to hit her so hard that his hand hurt as well. He hits her once more like that, and both yelp simultaneously, then start laughing again.

"Maybe you have too much padding here," Tyler says, and then flips up her skirt revealing her panties.

Emma feels that and turns her head around to see. "Hey, put that back - you can't see my panties!"

"Sorry, Emma, but I don't really have a choice - you have to get your punishment."

Tyler begins hitting his sister again. He still has to hit her harder than he would like to, in order to get her to yelp. Then he begins to suspect that she might be acting - yelping when it's not really hurting.

Tyler pauses his hitting and sighs. He thinks for a moment. Then, without warning, he slips his thumb under the elastic of his sister's panties and swiftly pulls them down to her knees.

"Hey!" Emma shouts, offended.

"Sorry, sis, but the spanking's just not good enough. Maybe this will work better."

Tyler starts spanking hard again. Emma yelps over and over again. He figures it's hurting her since his hand's beginning to hurt as well.

"Please stop," she requests. "It hurts. I've learned my lesson."

Tyler stops and looks at her bottom. It appears to have gained a rosy color. "Okay, I guess you've had enough. Here, let me try to make it feel better." He gently rubs her bare bottom with his hand.

He stares at her bottom. Then his curiosity gets the better of him, and he pries her cheeks apart - he's never actually seen a butt-hole before!

Emma feels bad. She's not sure, but she thinks that the shame of having her brother strip off her panties, look at and touch her bare bottom when there's nothing she can do to prevent it - and now this - is a worse punishment than the spanking itself!

"Can you put my panties back on now, please?" Emma begs.

"Yeah, in a minute," Tyler says, still examining her opening, touching it a bit with his finger. Finally he snaps out of his daze. "Oh, sorry," he says and pulls her panties back up. She shifts her weight a bit to allow him to get them between her and his legs. Once he sees they're back in position, he covers her up with her skirt, and then helps her sit up. Only her butt is a bit sore, so he allows her to return to her former position lying across his lap for a few more minutes, while he strokes her hair, back, and legs.

"You know, I guess it's good that you're bad sometimes and get punished. That way you get trained. If you're punished enough, in the future you'll never think of not doing what I tell you. Isn't that good?"

"Yeah, perfect!" Emma says, sarcasticly. Tyler rewards that remark by flipping her skirt up, pulling down her panties, and slapping her once more. "Hey!" she protests.

"Don't be rude to your Master, or you'll be punished more!" He returns her clothes to their place. "Anyway, let's think about what we're going to do today, and for the whole weekend. I guess the first thing I want to do is get you changed into a cuter outfit. Then we can eat something and maybe watch TV or a movie..."

Just then Uncle Fred walks in. "Hey kids, oh, there you are! What're you up two up to?"

"Can I sit up now, please?" Emma whispers to her brother.

"Not yet." Emma's embarrassed. And even more so when Tyler says, "Tell him what we were doing, Emma."

"We're... just resting," she tries.

"If you don't want me to give you more right in front of him, tell him the truth!"

Emma sighs, resigned to even more humiliation. "He was spanking me."

"Really? Why?"

"Tell him."

" 'Cause I tried not to let him handcuff me."

"Tell him you were a bad, bad girl and needed a spanking."

"I was a... bad, bad girl and needed a spanking," she says, monotonously.

Fred chuckles. "Way to go, Tyler! So, did it hurt, Emma?"

"Yeah."

"And you learned your lesson?"

Emma's sick of this. Forgetting, she puts on a silly baby voice and says "Yesh I'm gonna be a weawwy good giwl fwom now on!"

Fred laughs, but Tyler rewards her with a very hard smack - this time over her skirt, though. Emma yelps. "Next time you talk back you'll get your spanking like I did it before, even if Fred's here! So watch it!" he cautions her, whispering.

Fred laughs some more. "So that's how he spanked you? On your ass, on top of your skirt like that?"

"No. He lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down first." She sincerely hopes this interogation ends soon.

"Oh, did you like him doing that?"

"No," she says, truthfully, hoping that won't earn her more spankings.

"Then why did you let him? Why didn't you try and stop him?"

Emma's fed up with her crazy Uncle Fred. "Look at me - my wrists and ankles are locked together - I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to!"

Fred laughs, enjoying his niece's humiliation. "So do you think I'll be able to see some bare-butt spanking too?"

Tyler waits to see how Emma responds. "Ask my Master," she says.

"Emma, tell him that the next time you misbehave when he's here, he'll get to see you spanked on your bare ass," Tyler commands.

Emma cringes. "If you're here the next time I misbehave, you'll get to see me spanked on my bare... ass." Emma's not used to using that word and it's hard for her to say.

Fred laughs. "Oh, this I have to see. Are you going to misbehave soon?"

"I hope not," she says.

Fred laughs some more. "Tyler, I need to talk to you about something. Do you think you could lock Emma in a cage and come talk to me outside for a bit?"

"Sure Uncle Fred. Give us a minute or two and I'll be right out."

Fred leaves the room. Tyler sticks his hand under Emma's skirt and feels her panty-clad bottom. "Does it still hurt? Or can you sit up now?" he asks.

"I think I can sit up," she says, eager to get his hand away from her posterior. It still is somewhat tender, though.

"Good. Okay, let's see. What are you going to wear?" Tyler has his sister sit up on the bed and locks a leash to her neck and the bedframe. Then he goes and looks in one of the cabinets. "Let's see," he says. "What kind of outfit would you like to wear?"

"Um, how 'bout jeans and a T-shirt?" she says, hopeful.

Tyler laughs. "Are you kidding? Why would you want to wear that?"

"That's what I usually wear around the house," she says defensively.

"Yeah, but if you wear that we won't get to enjoy seeing your body. No, you have to wear something cute!"

"Well then, um, how about just a plain bathing suit?"

"You wouldn't prefer a bikini? That black one you wore yesterday looked amazing on you!"

She sighs. "Whatever you choose, Master. It doesn't matter to me."

"Well if you'd prefer a one-piece maybe that's okay for now. You might have to change later, though. Let's see. Oh, you know what, maybe you'll like wearing this. It covers a little more than a bathing suit, but I bet it'll look great on you anyway. What do you say?" He holds up a small piece of black fabric - a wrestling-style 'singlet', like a bathing-suit-shorts combination. "There's only one thing I need to warn you about, Emma, if you wear this. If I have to give you a spanking, the whole thing's going to have to come off for me to get to your butt. A bikini would be easier that way. So what do you prefer?"

"I'll wear that," she says, delighted at the opportunity to wear something more modest. She doesn't think she'll need another spanking anyway.

"Okay, just remember that I told you so." Tyler moves some furniture around, bringing the bird-cage to the center of the room. He opens the door, and then goes back to his sister. He removes her leash, pics her up in the air, and feeds her feet first through the cage-door's opening, causing her skirt to ride up yet again. He locks the cage-door while Emma straightens out her skirt. "That's coming off anyway, now," he remarks. "Come here," he says, motioning for her to come closer to the bars. She hesitates but obeys, worried he might want to remove her clothes himself. But he just unlocks her cuffs, allowing her free movement within the cage. "Okay, listen up. Here's what you're going to wear. You must not have anything else on your body - just this. Okay? No underwear. I'm going to feel your butt when I get back to make sure you have no underwear on. Take off all your clothes and toss them out of the cage, then put this on. I'm going to talk to Uncle Fred - when I return you 'd better be dressed and ready." Tyler leaves the room.

Emma notices that he fails to close the door. She's going to have to change inside her cage with the door open - anyone in the house could walk in and see her! She just hopes that Tyler and their uncle talk for a long enough time to allow her to change.

Emma removes all her clothes, saving the panties for last, and tosses them out of the cage. Then she realizes she did something horrible! She had been removing her clothes and piling them on the 'perch' of her cage, only the singlet she was supposed to wear next was under her clothes; when she was finished stripping and tossed the pile of clothes out of the cage as instructed, the singlet got tossed out with the rest! Emma doesn't know what to do. The clothes are too far away for her to be able to reach out and get them. She looks around the cage, but there's nothing she can use to cover her nakedness. Having no other choice, she sits down on the floor of the cage, bends her legs and hugs them against her body, trying to hide her nakedness. She waits for her brother to return, hoping that Fred won't be with him. And she begins to sob.

It seems like an eternity passed when Tyler finally re-enters the room. "What's going on here?" he says, surprised, when he sees his sister. She answers something inaudible, through her tears. Tyler sees the pile of clothes and figures it out. "Oh, don't worry about it, it was just a mistake. Here," he says, picking up the singlet and handing it to her. This time, though, he makes no move to leave the room while she gets dressed. Instead, he sits down on a chair facing her, watching. "You'd better get dressed - Fred's still here, he could walk in anytime."

Having no choice, Emma dresses as fast as she can, with her brother sitting there watching. She does her best to keep herself covered, but she knows that he saw everything anyway. She feels better, though, once she's dressed once more.

"Wow, you look really cute in that! Turn around so I can see you from behind. Awesome. Okay, let's put a leash on you and then you can come out of the cage for a while. You're probably hungry, aren't you?"

"Yeah," she says.

"Okay, well, let's go feed you and then we can watch some TV together." Tyler extracts his sister from her cage. He holds on tight to her leash. "Should we put some wrist-cuffs on you too, just to be safe?"

"If you think so," Emma says, wiping a lingering tear from her face.

Noticing, Tyler says, "Hey, let me see that." He turns his sister around so she's facing him. "No need to cry, sweetie." He wipes one more tear with his finger. "Here," he says, drawing her into a tight hug. He rubs her back and shoulders gently, soothingly. She enjoys it, hugging him back. Tyler breaks the hug and gently turns her around, crossing her wrists behind her. She doesn't resist, and a moment later has no use of her hands. Tyler immediatey hugs her tightly once more and she melts in his arms. She's not unhappy that they're 'playing' today, anymore - she's enjoying it now. Tyler doesn't bother locking her ankles or gagging her this time; he just leads her by her leash to the kitchen.

"Hi kids," Uncle Fred says as the twins enter the kitchen. "That's a cute outfit you have on Emma, Tyler."

"Yeah, I like it. Real cuddly," Tyler says, giving Emma a little cuddle. "Let's see... what should you eat? Hmmm... how about an apple? Yeah, I think that's healthy enough. Oh wait, you were eating an apple when we got home. How about a pear then? Those are healthy too."

Emma's disappointed at not being able to enjoy something sweeter, like ice-cream. But she doesn't say anything. However, she's never really liked pears that much. "Could I have another apple instead, please?"

"No, you already had one. No point having two of the same thing."

"Okay, Master. But, I don't really like pears..." Realizing that she might be on her way to earning another spanking, she quickly says, "I mean I'll eat it or whatever you tell me to, Master, it's okay. I just thought you should know."

Tyler looks at her and laughs. "You're eating a pear. You'll be grouchy if you're hungry. Open up." Tyler holds the pear in front of her mouth, and she sinks her teeth into it. She really dislikes the taste. "Hold it," he tells her, and she obediently holds the pair in her mouth. "Don't let that fall." Since her wrists are cuffed behind her, she can't take it in her hands. With his sister standing there holding the pear in her mouth, Tyler serves himself a nice sized helping of his favorite ice-cream. Emma watches, jealous.

Some pear juice drips down onto her chest and slides down under her suit. It tickles, and Emma would like to have caught the drip with her finger, but can't, of course. A few more drops fall and Emma makes some murmuring sounds to try to catch Tyler's attention. He sees what's going on and laughs. He takes the pear out of her mouth and sets it down on the counter. Then he licks the pear-juice off the revealed part of her chest. Then, just to be sure, he pulls the shoulder strap of her suit down a bit, pulls the front of her suit down, exposing her tiny baby nipple, and licks that too. "All clean," he proclaims. "Be more careful next time," he says, licking the pear as well and then putting it back in her mouth. Her nipple's still uncovered, though, as he didn't bother to put her strap back in place. Emma's embarrassed as she sees her uncle staring right at her. She turns her back to her uncle and tries to get Tyler's attention again. "What?" he asks, taking the pear out of he r mouth again so she can respond.

"You forgot to put my strap back," she says.

"Oh, big deal! You don't have any breasts yet anyway! It looks so cute! But alright, if you want me to cover it, I will. Let Uncle Fred have one more quick look first, though." And without waiting for her approval he pulls her other shoulder strap down, revealing the other nipple. "Turn so he can see them." Embarrassed, she follows her orders. "Good girl," Tyler compliments her, patting her on the back. Then, as he promised, he returns her shoulder straps to their intended location.

Food ready, Tyler leads his sister by her leash back to the garage, after warning her that if any pear juice falls on the floor she'll have to clean it up with her tongue. They sit on the couch and watch Tyler's favorite violent TV show together. Tyler decides to allow Emma to use one of her hands to eat the pear. He locks a leather belt around her waist and locks the other hand to the belt. Once she's finished the pear, her other wrist gets locked to the belt as well. This form of restraint is new to Emma who finds it slightly more comfortable than having her wrists locked together behind her.

Tyler pulls Emma's head down so that it's resting in his lap and plays with her hair and face while he watches his show. She's not interested in the show but enjoys what he does to her face.

When the show's done, Tyler flicks the TV off with the remote. He looks down at his sister lying in his lap. "So, what's on your mind?" he asks.

"Nothing, really. I like it when you stroke my hair like that."

"I want us to have lots of fun this weekend... did you have any plans?"

"Well a friend of mine invited me and a bunch of girls over to watch a movie... I was thinking of going but I guess I can't now."

"Yeah, wouldn't be a good idea - I'd have to come with you and keep you locked up, you'd be embarrassed having your friends see you like that."

"Yeah," Emma acknowledges, disappointed Tyler didn't just offer to set her 'free' for the few hours she would be there.

"You don't have to lose touch with all your friends, though. If you're going to be my pet like this long-term, we'll have to figure out a way for you to keep up your friendships. I think I may have the answer. Also, I want us to be able to go out to dinner and stuff, but I can't really take you outside on a leash. Anyway I think we're going to fix all that today."

"How?"

"Don't worry, I have it all taken care of."

The doorbell rings. "Oh I have to go see who that is. I'm going to have to put you in a cage for the time being." Tyler puts a thin, tall cage in the center of the room and opens the door. He picks his sister up and puts her inside, standing up. Before locking the cage, he removes Emma's wrist-restraints, collar and leash. She's completely 'free' - unrestrained - for a split-second, but she makes no effort to run away and allows her brother to lock the cage shut. "Could you double check those locks for me and make sure everything's all locked up tight? It's a new cage, I want to make sure you can't get out."

Emma thinks it's strange that her brother asks for her help that way, but does as she's told. "Yep, everything seems locked tightly."

"Okay, good. Stick your hands out between the bars." Emma's surprised when Tyler puts a pair of steel handcuffs on her wrist outside the bars, preventing her from pulling them back into the cage! "How does that feel?" he asks as he walks behind her and gives her a little pinch on her tush. Instinctively she tries to pull her hand into the cage to push his away, and Tyler laughs hearing the metal on metal. "Can't stop me, can you?" he says, pinching her other cheek. "Oh shit, I forgot about the guy at the door." And with that he runs out of the garage.

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"Tom, Ernst, meet my nephew, Tyler," says Fred, introducing Tyler to his friends.

"Hi," they say, shaking his hand. "Pleasure to meet such a young dom!" Ernst says.

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Emma almost passes out when she the two scariest-looking guys she's ever seen in her life walk into the garage, following Tyler. "Tyler, what's going on?" she asks, terrified. Tyler just ignores her, concentrating on his 'guests'.

"Oh, look, what a cutie," says Tom, tickling her stomach through the bars.

"You probably don't want her watching while we install it. Maybe you want to drug her or something?"

"Tyler!" Emma screams, fighting back tears.

Tyler sees she's afraid and walks up to her. He strokes her cheek. "Don't worry, Emma honey, nothing bad's gonna happen to you. They look scary but they're not. Anyway, none of them know the combination to the locks on your cage so they couldn't do anything to you even if they wanted to. Don't worry, I'll make sure you're completely safe." Then he turns back to the men and says, "Nah, I'll just blindfold her." He does so. Emma continues to shake inside her cage.

Emma hears sounds of lots of drilling. Every once in a while Tyler strokes her back and shoulders, trying to assure and relax her. She has no idea who's doing that to her, though, so it just makes her more anxious.

Finally the drilling stops. "Okay, we're gonna need to test it on your slave now. Can you take her out of her cage? Here, you can put her in this."

"Oh, wow! That looks cool!" says Tyler. Emma's wrists are uncuffed. The moment they're free she takes her blindfold off. "Hey, did I say you could take that off? Put it back before you know what I do to you!" Emma quickly returns the blindfold to its place. Tyler unlocks the cage and lifts his sister out. She's not restrained in any way, but she's afraid to move a muscle. Tyler places her down on what feels like a padded leather board. "Spread your legs," he commands. "More. More!" He pushes down on her shoulders until she's in a 'splits' position. "Awesome! You can do the splits! That's so cool!" Emma's pleased at having pleased her master.

Emma feels some straps being buckled around her ankles, knees, and thighs, securing her to the board in the 'splits' position. Then she feels Tyler taking her wrists and guiding them down in front of her. He cuffs them together with leather cuffs attached to the board.

"Okay, so it's quite simple, really," one of the men tells Tyler. "You lock this to her neck like so. If you didn't know any better, it would look like a regular 'choker' necklace like girls wear these days, right? It's very pretty!" Emma feels a cold hard collar being locked to her neck. "Make sure it's locked on nice and tight so that it can't come off, but not too tight - it doesn't need to be uncomfortable. If she wears it to school she can always swing the ring behind her and have it covered by her hair. It locks with a special key, made to fit only this microscopic lock. I'll give you three keys for it, don't lose them! They can't be copied!"

"Does that feel okay?" Tyler asks Emma.

"Yeah, it's fine," she whispers, still afraid of the other men.

"Okay, now we're going to have to test her tolerance level. She's not going to like this much, but it's necessary."

"Okay, one second," Tyler says. "Open up," he commands his terrified sister who gets a ball-gag stuffed into her mouth. "Sorry about this, Emma, but it won't take very long and I'll reward you afterwards, I promise!"

"Okay. So we need to find a few levels, and write them down. One - slight discomfort. Two, moderate pain. Three, pain. And four, excruciating pain. We don't want to go far beyond that level, ever, so we'll program it in so that it can't be accessed unless you use the override. Okay, here we go."

It's hard to describe what happens next. Emma begins to feel horrible sensations in her neck as the collar electrocutes her, first with mild, but rapidly increasing doses. She screams in agony through her gag and writhes in pain through her bonds. Finally, the pulses stop. Emma's shaking, and begins to cry real hard.

"Okay, I think we got it," the man says, apparently ignoring the girl's agony.

Tyler, though, ignores the man and rushes to his sister. He throws his arms around her and hugs and kisses her, saying "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" over and over again.

"Oh, she'll live, it wasn't really that high!" the man says to Tyler. "Come over here and I'll show you how it works. Keep this on your keychain at all times. In order to activate it, you'll need to type in your secret code first - I'll show you how to reset it in a minute. Now you turn the system on like this, and turn it off like this. When it's on, once she walks past this point she'll start feeling a mild current. As she gets further past it, the current will get stronger. At the door it will be the strongest. If she doesn't manage to get back inside within a few seconds she's likely to pass out or really get hurt from such a strong current, so keep an eye on her. Never touch her while she's being shocked, or you'll be shocked too! Oh, and obviously, if you activate the system when she's outside the room, she'll instantly get shocked with the highest setting, so best not to do that. The field's strong enough for the collar to pick up the signal from up to a mile away.

"Now aside from that, you can activate the current manually using these buttons. You choose the intensity - 1, she probably won't even feel, and 9, well, that's the strongest, you saw how she likes that. If you try to set it past 9 you'll be asked for your secret code again, as a safety measure.

"If you want to increase the maximum voltage, you do that in the main control unit here. Of course, this stays locked at all times, both with a key and a combination lock. Now I'll give you three collars - the rechargable batteries in them should last at least a week with moderate shocking, and a lot more if they haven't done any shocking. But just to be safe I recommend switching collars twice a week. The ones you're not using, you lock onto the recharger like this.

"The last thing you should know is that you never want to give her a shock when she's wet. Now, you don't have to take it off her when she showers - it's waterproof. Just don't activate it when it's wet. If it's a little damp, probably nothing will happen. I just mean if it's really wet.

"There, I think that's all you need to know. So when are you going to come by the shop?"

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The room goes silent as the men leave, leaving Emma fastened to her board all alone. She's still crying. She can't believe what's just been done to her! And she's still stuck in the 'splits' position, completely helpless, and that's extremely uncomfortable too at this point! 'Why is Tyler doing this to me? Where is he?' She continues sobbing.

"Hey, honey, I'm here," Tyler says as he enters the room. He sees that she's crying and rushes to her, getting down on his knees and hugging her. "Shoo shoo, don't cry sweetie! It's all over! I'm so sorry we had to do that to you! I'm so, so sorry! Does your neck still hurt?" he asks, raising her collar a bit and rubbing her neck for her.

She shakes her head 'no', but tries to indicate that she wants to be let out of the split-restraint. Tyler doesn't understand, so he removes the gag. "Can you let me off of this thing?"

"Oh, sure, but be careful not to go anywhere yet until I explain to you how your new collar works, okay?"

Emma nods in agreement. She wasn't thinking of trying to get away anyway - she's not mad about what they did to her, she's just hurt. But Tyler's 'suggestion' reminds her that maybe she should try, yet she understands that she'd better not.

Tyler helps her stand up and she stretches and rubs her sore thighs and groin. "Here, let me help with that," he says generously and rubs her inner thighs for her. She protests when he rubs her crotch too. "Oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking," he apologizes. "Come, let's sit on the bed together and talk." His sister sits beside him. She's not restrained in any way, save for the collar locked to her neck.

"See, this is a really good thing for you. I can keep you under control without having to lock you in a cage, or in handcuffs and stuff. See? The collar's activated now, so I don't have to worry about you escaping! You can move around freely, anywhere in this room, go to the bathroom when you want to, turn the TV on, do whatever you want - as long as I permit you, of course. You just can't leave this room - if you cross this line," Tyler demonstrates where the imaginary line is, about four feet away from the door, "you'll start getting zapped. At first it's a mild current, though, so if you accidentally do it don't panic - just move back inside. Isn't it great? Tomorrow you can invite a friend over and hang out with her in here - I won't even have to be in here to supervise you! You'll just have to be careful not to leave the room.

"The other great thing is that I can take you outside for walks and stuff without putting a leash on you. If you try to get away, or misbehave or something, I'll be able to shock you just by pressing on my keychain. So no need for a leash in public! Isn't it perfect?"

"I... I don't know!" Emma says, truthfully. She hears his point, but on the other hand the whole concept is so insulting and degrading it's rediculous. "You... you'll take it off me when we're not playing our game, though, right?"

"Oh, of course! Don't worry about that. It's just for when we're playing. Don't worry." Tyler hugs and kisses his sister once more. "Now Tom and Ernst are still waiting outside, I think. We're gonna go outside to say goodbye to them, and you're gonna thank them properly for your lovely collar, okay? I know they look scary, but they're not, they're really very nice."

"Wha... What do you want me to do to them?" Emma asks, nervously. The men really scare her.

"Oh, just thank them and give them each a tight hug around the neck and a kiss on the cheek, okay? That's all. They'll really like that. I'll come with you. After that we'll go up to your room and let you put on some 'outdoor' clothes, and then we're gonna go to Red Robin for dinner. Uncle Fred's taking us. I think I'm even going to let you have a piece of cake, okay? So let's go thank them."

"Okay," says Emma. She's reminded that she's hungry and glad they'll be going to eat.

The twins meet the adults on the front lawn. Emma notices that Tyler's holding his 'key chain' tightly in his hand the whole time. One small wrong move and she knows she's going to regret it.

"Tom, Ernst, Emma wants to say something to you. Go on..."

Timidly, Emma approaches the leather-clad fat giants with their bulging muscles and intimidating tattoos and piercings. She gulps. "Uh," she says softly, then recites monotonously as if memorised, "thank-you for my lovely collar, I love it so much." Then she reaches up to hug the guy around the neck, only she can't reach. Ernst laughs and picks her up in his arms. She's disgusted by the man but does as instructed, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist in a tight hug.

Ernst chuckles and hugs the little girl back, helping himself to a feel of her butt while he's at it. "Ooh, you're a cuddly one," he says, tickling her in her side. Emma giggles and tries to break away from the guy, but he holds on to her tightly.

"Tom gets a hug too," Tyler says when he thinks Ernst's had enough.

"Sure," Ernst says, passing Emma to Tom through the air. Tom grabs her by the waist, then turns her around and she obediently latches on to his neck as she did to Ernst.

"Thank-you so much for my lovely collar I love it so much," she recites. Tom laughs. He tickles her and feels her butt as well. Finally Tom hands Emma back to Tyler, who puts her down on the ground beside her. Tyler shakes the two men's hands, and the men leave.

"Now thank Uncle Fred - after all, he's the one who paid for it all!"

Emma rolls her eyes and walks over to her uncle. Before she hugs him, though, the phone rings. "Run and get that, Emma," Tyler commands. "You'll thank Uncle Fred afterwards."

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Emma picks the phone up in the kitchen. It's one of Emma's friends from school. Emma talks to her for a while, mostly giving only one-word answers. "No, I'm not coming tomorrow. I just can't."

"Invite her over here tomorrow afternoon," Tyler whispers in her ear. She shakes her head 'no' and continues the conversation. "Who is that?" Tyler asks with a whisper.

"Jenny," Emma whispers back. Jenny is a close friend of Emma's, and not too bad looking. She's not the one who's having the get-together tomorrow, though.

"So invite her over, go on."

Emma ignores her brother and finishes up the conversation. When she hangs up the phone, Tyler's looking at her, very upset. "I told you to invite her over!"

"But... but I didn't want to. I mean, she's going to Sarah's place with the other girls anyway."

"You could have offered anyway! Emma, I go to such great efforts so that you can have your friends over! You should have done what I told you to."

"But... but I'm embarrassed of her seeing me like this."

"What's 'like this'? I told you, you guys can hang out in the garage, I'll rent a movie for you or a new video game or something - she'll never know what's going on."

"Still I think she'll figure it out. Why don't we leave the garage at all? And what's with this strange thing I'm wearing on my neck?"

"'Strange thing'?! Why you... it's just a necklace for crying out loud!" Tyler stops speaking, realizing that he's losing his cool. Emma sees this and her eyes grow wide with fear.

"Oh Master, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just talking stupid. You're right. You're right, I should've listened, I should've invited her over." Emma sees Tyler reaching into his pocket. "No Master, no! Please, no shock! Please!" tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Emma, you are never to speak to me like that! Never!"

"Yes of course, Master, of course!"

"I'm going to have to punish you."

"No, Master, please no! Please no shock! I'm really sorry, I won't do it again. Please!" She's crying now.

"I'll give you a choice. A shock or a spanking. What will it be?"

"A spanking. Please give me a spanking. No shock."

Tyler's amused at how quickly she 'volunteered' for a spanking. She still remembers 'level 9'.

"Oh, a spanking. Okay, fine... But if you remember, you promised Uncle Fred that he'd get to watch your next spanking if he's still here. Are you sure you still want a spanking, and not a little shock?"

Emma forgot about that. Frightened by both possibilities, she asks, "H... how little a shock? And for how long?"

"Oh, just a little one. Just enough to hurt a little bit, so you'll learn your lesson. Not like that aweful one you got before - you weren't that bad to deserve that!"

"Oh, well, I don't know, I don't know..."

"Well hurry up and decide because I'm hungry!"

Emma sighs. "Okay, okay, give me a little shock. But please, only a really little one. I've already learned my lesson, and I'm so sorry."

"Stand away from the furniture." Tyler takes the remote in his hand and starts pressing buttons. Emma tenses up, waiting for the torture to begin.

He starts on level one. She shakes a bit, bites her lip, but he can tell it's not affecting her that much. He moves it up to level two. And then level three. Feeling the progression and not sure how much longer she can take it, Emma starts screaming "Stop! Stop! Please stop!"

Tyler shuts off the current. "Why did you tell me to stop? Change your mind?"

"But... but..." she says between sniffles, "that was enough!"

"I'll decide when you've had enough! I have to start all over again!"

Emma sniffles. "Fine, spank me with Uncle Fred watching! Just please, no more shocks."

"As you wish! Go wash your face in the kitchen sink and stop crying. Then go into the TV room - Uncle Fred's in there - and invite him to come see you spanked."

As humiliating as it is, she follows her orders. After drying her face she finds her uncle in the TV room. "Tyler said I should invite you to come see me spanked," she says, looking down.

Fred's eyes light up. "Really? Cool! What did you do?"

Emma rolls her eyes. "I didn't invite my friend over like he told me to."

"Well this is gonna be fun!" says Fred, getting up off the couch and turning off the TV. He follows Emma to the kitchen. The whole time she feels very self-conscious, assuming that he's staring right at her spandex-clad butt, imagining how it'll look when he sees it naked in a few minutes. Emma's devastated that her uncle's going to see her naked like that, but the alternative - the shocking - was just unbearable! She works hard to fight back tears.

They get to the kitchen, but Tyler's not there, though. Emma guesses he might be waiting in the garage. Then she starts to feel a vibrating sensation in her neck - she realizes that Tyler's turned her collar onto its lowest setting, probably as a warning. "Come quick," she tells Fred and runs to the garage.

"What took you so long?" Tyler asks when she enters. Then he turns off her collar.

"I thought you'd still be in the kitchen, Master."

"You're really getting on my nerves today, Emma! I specifically told you to come to the garage!"

She doesn't dare contradict him, though she doesn't really think he told her to come to the garage.

"Okay Emma listen up. You've been real bad today. It's your own fault that Fred's going to see your naked butt. You still have the option of being punished with shocking, mind you. So it's your decision."

"Spank me please," she says, ashamed.

"Okay. Well, your outfit's going to have to come off for your spanking. If you're careful, though, and follow my instructions exactly, Fred won't have to see your vagina, understand? But he's going to see your butt whether you like it or not. I've now activated your collar, so you'd better not try to leave the room. Okay, let's begin."

Tyler positions Emma facing Fred, away from him, and takes the shoulder-straps of her suit and pulls them down, revealing her chest and stomach past her belly-button. Emma's real embarrassed, and after removing her arms from the straps, covers her nipples with her hands.

"None of that!" Tyler says, giving Emma a mild shock. "Hands at your sides." Emma complies.

Tyler instructs Emma to lie across his lap, and she does so. Then Tyler removes her suit the rest of the way, taking it off her feet completely. She's lying across his lap completely naked. "Keep your hands away from your butt, understand?"

Her spanking lasts a whole five minutes. She suffers through it remaining completely still despite the pain, trying to preserve the last piece of her dignity - not letting Fred see her naked vagina.

"Get up," Tyler commands, coldly. "You can cover your cunt with your hands if you want." Completely broken, Emma slowly gets up off of Tyler's lap, covering her vagina with her hands as instructed. "Go to the bathroom." Emma enters the attached bathroom and takes a piss. She doesn't dare try to close the door for fear of more punishment, even though Fred is still there, watching. She tries to do relieve herself as modestly as she can, but must remove her hands from her genitals to wash her hands.

When she leaves the bathroom, a small dog-cage is waiting for her in the middle of the room. Tyler commands Emma to enter. Fred's still there watching. She gets down on her knees and bends over, then takes her hand off her vagina and crawls into the small cage as quickly as possible. Once inside she covers as much as she can of her nakedness, with her hands. Tyler closes and locks the door of the cage. Then both males leave the room. Tyler doesn't bother to explain where he's going or how long he'll be. Emma can tell he's really upset with her. And she feels sad about it.

An hour goes by, though to Emma it seems longer. She's thinking of the day's horrid events, of all her pain and suffering, and of Tyler's reactions. She cries, and falls asleep.

She wakes up and sees that Tyler's placed a cold slice of pizza in the cage with her. It has mushrooms, which Tyler knows she hates. She eats the pizza anyway, both because she's hungry, and because she knows she'll be punished if she doesn't. She's remains alone in the cage for what seems like an eternity.

Finally she sees Tyler enter the room. At first he doesn't even say "Hello" - he just goes into the bathroom, shuts the door, and takes a shower. He comes back out wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

He walks up to her cage and unlocks the door. "Go to the bathroom," he commands coldly. She obeys, covering her groin with her hand. When she returns, Tyler's sitting on the bed watching TV. "Back in your cage," he commands, and she obeys. "You're not allowed to watch - face the other way." She complies. During the next commercial he walks over and locks the cage door. Then he climbs into the bed and turns out the light. Emma's forced to sleep naked, curled up in the cage. She cries herself to sleep.

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It's around 2 A.M. Emma wakes to the sound of her cage door opening. "Come on out," Tyler whispers softly. She crawls out of the cage and stands, too tired and sore to remember to cover her crotch. Tyler takes her by the shoulders and guides her to his bed and helps her climb in. Then he climbs in after her. He wraps his arms around her naked body and puts his nose in the back of her neck. The twins fall asleep together.