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HITCHHIKER [ part 8 ] I looked at Amanda in surprise, “You want me to what?” I asked her. She sighed, “I want you to spank me while I’m tied up.” She said simply. “But why? I mean I’ve already hurt you when I tied your small tits the way I did, why do you want me to punish you when you’re tied up.” I was trying to understand her needs. She took my hand and led me to Wendy’s bed. I sat down on it and she took my hands in hers. “Mummy explained it to me once. She thinks I’m a Messerschmitt or something,” At my confused look she expanded on this, “I like to feel some pain when I’m tied up.” I smiled at her, “You don’t feel like flying around the room or anything like that?” I said, at her confused look I continued, “Messerschmitt built aeroplanes, I think the word you want is masochist. That’s a person who enjoys pain.” Amanda nodded, “Oh yes that was the name, I knew it began with an M.” I shook my head, “But Amanda some masochists don’t know where to stop, they crave more pain until it kills them, it’s like a drug to them.” I looked to the camera where the red light showed that it was recording everything we were doing. “Janet, I’m not going to cause untold pain to Amanda just because she asks me to. I’ll tie her up but that’s it.” “Please daddy John? Pleeaasseee?” She looked at me in her way, but this time I shook my head, there were some boundaries I wouldn’t cross no matter what. “No Amanda, and if you carry on like this I won’t even tie you down and we’ll spend the rest of the day watching the television.” I could see her face drop and then she turned to the camera again. “There you are mummy, I told you he wouldn’t do that, he’s not the type of man that people think he is.” I looked at her as she said this. “Hold on. You don’t want me to spank you when you’re tied down?” I was getting confused now. “Oh I do! But I knew you wouldn’t want to, but I had to show mummy! I’m sorry daddy John.” She did look so unhappy that I had to hug her. “That’s okay Amanda, I’m sorry I’m so weak.” I told her she pulled away from me. “But daddy John you’re not weak! If you were you would have given up and spanked me as I asked you. I do wish you were my daddy. ‘cos you’d punish me when I really deserved it, not just because I asked for it.” Her face was so determined that I almost gave in. “Thank you Amanda, now I will be weak enough to tie you down, but first I think you’d better use the toilet. I’m not sure how long you’re going to be here.” I said to her. She smiled her thanks and ran from the room. I looked at the camera which was still watching me. “Janet, I hope you realise that if I had been the type of person that the social services think I am then Amanda would been in serious trouble, she’s too trusting for one thing. Undressing in front of me like that . . . well, she could have been raped, several times over. The sooner you’re here the better. She deserves to be with her mother, not with me.” After a few minutes the bedroom door opened and Amanda walked in. I looked at her “Did something happen?” I asked her. She blushed, all over her naked body. “Well I thought I’d save some time undressing in the bathroom and I found I’d left these in there!” She held up her hands to show me the leather cuffs on her wrists, and then extended a foot to reveal the cuffs around her ankles. I looked at her, “And what happened to your collar?” I asked her. She looked uncomfortable, “I’ve lost it. I think it was in your bedroom.” She dropped her eyes and studied the floor. “That was very naughty of you.” I said, noticing how she raised her head to show her sparkling eyes. “Yes, it was. You’ll have to punish me . . . why don’t you spank me after you’ve tied me up?” She asked me smiling. I shook my head, “Nice try Amanda . . . I’ll think about that after I’ve untied you.” I pointed to the bed. Amanda sighed and knelt on the bed again, crossing her hands behind her back, bringing her — alright then — breasts into show. I looked at her breasts closely they were a little red from this morning’s actions, but I thought she could take bit more — although this suddenly struck me as hypocritical. I wouldn’t spank her while she was tied up but I would tightly bind up her forming breasts which would cause her pain! Boy was I getting messed up. Amanda could sense that I was wavering. “What’s wrong daddy John, why are you looking at me like that?” She asked me. “I’m sorry Amanda, I was just thinking . . . Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked her again, she sighed and kept position. “Alright I was just asking, let’s try something different.” I made her lie back on the bed and, using the short pieces of rope, tied her hands to the headboard, where the board had lengths of wood that were screwed onto the bed. I then pulled her legs out to either side of the bed and tied them to the castors of the bed — it was a bit of a reach for me, but Amanda didn’t complain about her legs hurting, even though I did ask her to tell me. I went to leave her when she called out. “Hey what about the other bits?” I turned to her and then asked “What other bits? Can you point them out to me?” Amanda tried to, but with her wrists tied as they were she could only point upwards, she did try to nod her head to indicate her torso, but I decided not to understand. “What about my tits and . . . and . . .” She looked to the camera and then said, “What about my tits and pussy? Ain’tcha gonna tie them as well?” I scratched my chin in thought, “Well I don’t know? I mean your breasts are still red from the last time, and as for your . . . pussy? I think you’ve had too much attention paid to that so far.” She played her trump card, “Daddy John, if you don’t tie me properly I’ll call out and then what would happen?” I slumped my shoulders in apparent defeat. “Alright, alright . . . I’ll just need to get something from downstairs.” I left the room and quickly went to the bathroom; in there I found her jeans and underwear twisted together. ‘When she got undressed she was certainly in a hurry’ I thought to myself. I gathered up her knickers and put them into my pocket. I then went downstairs and picked up a fan — you know the electrical, large bladed type — and then went back to Wendy’s room. I knocked on the door. “Are you decent in there?” I asked before opening it. Amanda had a look on her face that was hard to describe, she was debating whether to laugh or shout out she looked at the fan and was puzzled. “I’m sorry Amanda, but I think that I’ve made you too hot and bothered to really concentrate on things properly. That’s why I’ve got this fan here -it will help cool you off.” I said as I plugged the fan in, I aimed the force of the wind towards Amanda’s body where it brushed against her slit and then her chest. “Oh wow! That feels so strange, what’s it going to feel like when you tie me properly, I’ll be heating up and cooling off at the same time!” She said and then saw my face at the duplicity that I was hiding in it. She wasn’t scared, just apprehensive. I approached her head and produced her knickers. “I don’t want you to call out for no reason, think of this as part of the punishment you’re going to get when I untie you!” I told her. She opened her mouth to protest but found that the fabric of her knickers was already in place. She started to shake her head but found that she couldn’t dislodge the cloth. She tried to bounce her body, but was too tightly tied to the bed so that it wouldn’t move. Her eyes threatened trouble when she was released! I positioned the camera so that it had a full view of both Amanda and her predicament. “As I was saying Janet, I don’t agree with child abuse, but thinking about it I’m guilty of doing it even at Amanda’s request. I’ve decided that she needs a cooling off period to think about her manipulations and what their effects might be.” I then turned to Amanda herself. “Now just imagine what could happen if I wasn’t a nice person. While you’re doing that, I’m going downstairs and I’m going to watch that film again . . . from the beginning.” I checked my watch, “I’ll see you in 90 minutes.” She tried to say something but it was all mumbles to me, I smiled at her and kissed her stomach, she tried to raise her hips to entice me to kiss her elsewhere, but I shook my head and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. ---- I glanced out of my living room window and noticed a car was ‘watching’ me, well not the car itself of course but the woman occupier, she was the same one who had delivered the box earlier . . . either I was being paranoid or I was being watched. I decided to ignore her. I turned on the video again and started watching the film, losing myself in the fantasy world of Sid James, Joan Simms, Kenneth William, Barbara Windsor and the rest of the Carry On crew. ---- Well the film ended with the goat chasing the mother, Kenneth Williams chasing after his school on a tandem and Sid James taking Joan Simms into his tent. I got up from my seat and pressed the rewind on the video. I was going to walk upstairs but the telephone rang, almost as if they knew I was near it! I picked up the phone in the Kitchen, “John, can I speak to Amanda please.” It was Janet’s voice. “I’m sorry Janet, I’m afraid she’s tied up at the moment.” I said which made Janet laugh. “I think we need to have a talk when you get here Janet.” I added, she caught the tone of my voice. “John, whatever it is I wouldn’t worry about it, I’m certain that Amanda is in good hands. I wouldn’t worry about what you think is right or wrong, she needs a firm hand, and you’re providing it, even gagged she knows that you are caring for her.” Janet said in an even voice. “Yes but . . .” I paused, how did Janet know that Amanda was gagged? I’d only just done that this afternoon.” “Paul? Are you still there? Paul?” Janet asked quickly. “That’s not just a video camera is it?” I asked slowly “Not as such, I mean the recorder part works as it should do . . .” She said. “Who else is watching it?” I asked her knowing that I might not like the answer. “Paul, I did trust you. But my security people didn’t like the idea of Amanda being alone with you overnight. This was the compromise they suggested.” Janet said I could feel that she was waiting for me to explode. “And they’re watching my house as well?” I asked her. “John . . . yes, they are.” She sounded concerned. “Good!” “What? But I thought you’d be annoyed . . .” Janet was now the one confused. “You don’t realise that it’s very tempting to have Amanda here, half naked most of the time and fully naked the rest of the time. I need the safety net.” I said. “John, I was going to wait until tomorrow night to get to you, but do you mind if I turn up earlier?” Janet asked me. “Of course not! I’ve already said that Amanda needs you here more than me .. . by the way was it all a set up?” I had to ask her. “No John, not at all. Amanda was kidnapped by her father and taken to your town to hide. Our people were close behind but Amanda escaped from them, She doesn’t know why she chose your car, but we’re glad she did. Her phone call to our police gave us your address but she insisted that she’d be fine with you, even after we warned her about your record. . . . John, I’d better tell you that we’re investigating you . . . you’re not mad with us are you?” She did sound concerned. “Janet, I’m not mad at all. I’m glad that you are concerned for Amanda safety. I’m going to release her now and then I’m going to smack her for losing the collar, but I think she already knows where it is! She is quiet the masochist isn’t she.” I said. Janet laughed, “Yes she is, I’m afraid she takes after me, it was something that her father liked about me but couldn’t face in his daughter, we’ve had meetings with psychiatrists and they’ve tried to help him, but it seems that they failed. That’s why he did that ridiculous stunt.” “What’s going to happen to him?” I asked, slightly concerned about him for some reason. “Well, I did get Amanda assigned as a ward of court so technically he’s guilty of kidnapping, we’re working on a extradition order for both him and the private detective that actually took Amanda. If they both agree never to come to America again we’ll ensure that the case fails.” She told me. “And, of course, should they enter America the computers will have the case still on record.” I added knowing what the answer would be. “Of course! The new security routines in operations nowadays will give us their fingerprints almost instantly.” She paused for a second, “I think you’d better see to Amanda, she’s showing signs of panic.” This made me worry. “Janet, goodbye!” I said and hung up, I quickly ran up the stairs and went to Wendy’s room. “I’m sorry Amanda, I was talking to your mother.” I turned to the camera. “If you want to come in from the car I don’t mind, you’ll be able to ask Amanda herself how she feels!” I said. I removed the gag from Amanda who just stared at me. “You know?” She asked and then nodded. “Mummy told you! I suppose you want me to go now?” She asked and I could see tears in her eyes. “No Amanda, not unless you want to go with her?” I asked her quickly untying her and hugging her close to me, I could feel the coolness of her body. “Oh no daddy John, Even after this I still want to stay here.” She said muffled. “You know your daddy is under arrest, you don’t have to fear him anymore.” I gently said. “But daddy John I didn’t fear him, not when I’m with you!” She said I heard a car horn hoot twice, for some reason it disturbed me I looked to the camera, “Trouble?” I asked to hear another honk of the car horn. “Amanda, get dressed, now!” She didn’t ask questions but ran to the toilet catching hold of a tee-shirt as she did so. I went to my window to see a police car pulling up outside, I didn’t have time to hide Amanda. What was I going to do now? |