TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOMAMMA

[ part 2 ]

From that day on whenever Jessica was spanked, she was tied first, and usually left that way for some time after. Often we tied her wrists behind her like the first time, sometimes we would tie them to arms of the chair and have her bend over for her spanking. Jessica was pretty upset by the new arraignment, but I found I didn’t care. I wanted more all the time and I was always looking for excuses to have Paul spank her when he got home. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but I was thinking of her less and less as a daughter, and more just as a thing to be used by Paul and I. It was a slow transformation; I did feel sorry for her at times and a little guilty at others, but I couldn’t stop what we had started, and I don’t think Paul could either. I even tried to back off once or twice but the urge was overpowering and sex without first tying and spanking Jessica wasn’t enough anymore.

A couple months after that eventful Saturday, I purposefully gave Jessica a glass of juice filled right to the brim. As I was hoping, she spilled it on her dress. "That does it young lady, your father won’t be home for an hour but we are not going to wait to start teaching you a lesson!"

I had her strip naked and marched her into the living room This time I not only tied her wrists together but her elbows as well, she sobbed and complained so much I gagged her with her panties again and this time tied a ribbon around her head to make sure it stayed in tight. Then I bent her over a low-backed bench type seat we have in the living room and tied her ankles to the legs so they were spread wide.

"You can just stay that way and wait until your father gets home" I yelled and went about finishing up my housework. I have to say that was one of the longest hours of my life trying to clean and dust while she was on display like that, quietly sobbing and wiggling tying to ease the discomfort. I needed to cum, but wanted to wait for Paul to get home. By the time he did, I was sopping wet, but I almost broke out laughing when I saw his expression as he walked in the door, his eyes got huge and I swear I could sense his cock getting hard in his pants.

"The little brat ruined a good dress after school today." I said as I gave Paul a big hug and kiss. "If she cant take care of her clothes, she sure does not need them on to be spanked." That was something else I noticed both of us doing during her punishment sessions. We didn’t call her by her name anymore, she was always "brat," "her," "girl" or "your daughter" but never Jessica.

Paul wasted no time going over to her. He rubbed and pinched her bottom and legs, feeling how tight they had been pulled. He also tugged at her bound arms, causing her to grunt and moan. He started then to spank her furiously. Both cheeks and her thighs as well, including inside her thighs. It was actually a bit awkward for him as he is pretty tall and he needed to stand up straight and stretch several times. During one of those breaks I brought over to him an old heavy wooden ping-pong paddle. "Give your hand a rest" I said and gave him a big wet kiss, hugging and grinding into him. He started using the paddle on her already red bottom and legs. I don’t know how much more it hurt her than just his hand, but the sound of the paddle hitting her flesh made such a loud smack, I almost came just from hearing it.

When he was done I untied her ankles and elbows, but left her wrists tied and her gag in and sent her to cornertime while Paul and I had supper. We could see her in the corner from where we were sitting and decided that she should stay that way the rest of the evening so that she would appreciate her clothes, we talked so she could hear us and again we were talking about her like she was just a thing, not like our daughter. Its wrong I know, but viewing her as just a thing to be used excited me almost as much as the spanking and bondage itself.

Now since the spankings had started to become more intense, a change had come over Jessica. She was not the bubbly bright child she had been for so long. She was mostly quiet now, tying to keep to herself. She was becoming very obedient, which I liked. Ask her to do anything and she jumped, afraid of getting into trouble. The sex, of course, continued to be wonderful.

We began to become even bolder with her punishments. The people who owned our house before us were big into the hanging plants trend and there were big hooks several places in the ceiling which they used to hang big clay pots from macramé holders. One afternoon, just before Paul was due to be home I decided to give him a special surrise. I made up some reason for Jessica to be punished, she was at the point now she did not even protest the flimsy excuses, and had her stand naked on the piano bench and tied her hands over her head to the hook in the ceiling. Then I had her spread her legs as much as she could while still staying on the bench. God what a sight! A naked, gagged 8 year old, on her tip toes, trying to stay balanced with her writs pulled tight over her head. The bench was not very steady and the look of terror in her eyes every time it wobbled sent my hand to my crotch.

Fortunately, Paul was right on time that day, for I’m not sure she could have stayed in that position for long.

"Look, Paul." I almost panted after our hot kiss, "This way you don’t have to bend over, she just at the right level for a good spanking."

As usually he inspected my handiwork closely, feeling the taughtness in her legs as they struggled to stay on tip toes and noticing how shaky the bench was. "What if the bench falls over?" He said with a huge grin on his face. "Well, then, if she can’t stay in the proper position, she will just have to hang there until you are through with her." I smiled back as I handed him his paddle. Paul wanted to know how long I thought she could stay like this and I simply told him: "As long as you want, dear, your in charge and whatever you say goes."

That seemed to inspire him sufficiently and he started whacking her bottom and thighs. He did a very thorough job. Then he came to her front to look at her. Her body was covered in sweat and tears and snot were streaming down her face. "Whatever I say goes" He asked. I came up to him and kissed him rubbing his crotch right in front of her. "Yes Sir," I said in my little subbie voice, "Your the man of the house, your word is law." With that he started paddling the front of her thighs and even a few strokes on her tummy. It was with one of those tummy strokes that she lurched too much and knocked over the bench leaving her hanging by her wrists.Even with her gag you could hear that she was screaming. We both just stood and stared for a while watching her arms being pulled so tightly by her own weight, her hands starting to turn red from lack of circulation.

Paul whacked her a couple more times and then said we better cut her down. We did and sent her off to her room. Paul and I didn’t even make the bedroom, we had sex right there on the floor beneath the hook she had been hanging from. He even took me from behind bending over the piano bench. The whole time we were fucking, I was very loud and was hoping Jessica could hear and maybe was peeking.

I thought we had reached the ultimate, that it couldn’t get any wilder or better than this.

Turned out the next day I was wrong.