MARLA TIED AND SPANKED

BY MARK

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