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SSC: Proper Instruction 25
(*****, M/f, Intense, bondage)
A girl teaches her guardian how to discipline her. (Approximately 481 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
The ringing sound cut through the night like an alarm. Edward froze, his finger on the camera's shutter button, a guilty look on his face.
"Mmmmfffffggg," said Nicole. She wiggled frantically, but she was bound so well Edward could hardly tell.
They were in her dad's workshop. Edward had her naked body spread eagle and hanging face down from the ceiling by all four limbs. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth and her bra, wrapped around her head, held them in place. The curves of her body were decorated with red blotches and stripes. A huge plug protruded from between her asscheeks and just below that was a large device that hummed.
Nicole began to sweat as the phone rang again. Edward looked at his watch. It was two a.m. Who in the fuck would call at two in the morning? The phone rang again and then again. Whoever it was wasn't going to stop. Edward turned to go and Nicole moaned violently.
"Relax," he said. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Nnnnmnmnmnn!" screamed the girl.
Edward ignored her, shutting the garage door and going to the kitchen phone. "Hello?"
"Edward? This is Jim!"
Edward was instantly alert. "What's wrong? It's two in the morning!"
"We're still in Paris. Look, we're in a bit of a bind here. We've got to delay our return. A legal issue with the contracts. Looks like we won't make it for a few days, maybe even a week."
A surge of power went through Edward. "Really! Hey, no problem. Take your time. We're doing fine. Nicole's having a great time. Oh no, no trouble at all. Seriously. It's no big deal."
"You're sure? Julianne could come back today as scheduled if it's a bother."
"No, no. Take your time."
"Well, okay. I'm really sorry about this. We'll call when we know our schedule. Is Nicole awake? She's probably asleep."
Edward thought of the girl in the garage. "Snoring like a puppy."
"Just tell her we love her."
Edward couldn't stop grinning as he put down the telephone. What a delightful turn of events! This morning he'd woken up feeling melancholy. His "babysitting" days were almost over. And now this... this reprieve! He felt like a million bucks.
He approached the bound, writhing teenager. She was sweating and moaning, her nostrils flaring violently as she struggled to breath. Her eyes were huge and desperate.
"Relax babygirl," Edward said. "I'll let you release that enema soon."
Edward grinned widely. "You wanna know who that was, don't you.... Well, okay." He paused. "That was your Daddy. He and Mommy aren't coming today as planned. So we get an extra few days, maybe a week!"
"Nnnngggg! Nngggg!" cried Nicole, shaking her head and moaning.
Edward laughed. He picked up the leather strap. "Just think. Another whole week!"