I thought she was going after the hairbrush until I suddenly felt her wrapping another cord around my left ankle.I thought she was going after the hairbrush until I suddenly felt her wrapping another cord around my left ankle. That worried me, and I started to kick and struggle, but she was too fast and too strong. Slowly she dragged me backward across the bed, stretching the cord that held my wrists as she pulled my left ankle down against the cold metal of the bed frame. I tried to kick at her with my right foot, but she quickly seized it, repeated the wrapping process, pulled my right ankle down toward the head of the bed and hooked the end of the cord to the bed frame at that corner. Then she gripped me just above the hips and dragged me back another inch until I felt my balls slide free of the edge of the mattress. There was no way I could have been more helpless, or more vulnerable. My feet spanned almost the full length of the bed, my ass just off the side of the mattress, cheeks spread wide apart, my balls hanging free. I swore furiously at Cheryl, squirming in my makeshift bonds. She ignored me for a while, then told me to shut up; I did, but only after she'd reached down and given my balls a sharp squeeze. That really took the wind out of me, and I watched silently as she walked over to the dresser and picked up the all- too-familiar hairbrush. "I told you I have a surprise for you," Cheryl said smugly, "but I'm going to save it for a few minutes. I think your little bummy needs some spanks with this to warm it up." She brandished the hairbrush as she walked toward the foot of the bed and stopped behind my painfully twisted left knee. |