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by RichardUK
Mike and Matthew exchanged glances and then said, "Fair enough, we accepted the challenge. Do your worst."
David and Robert untied James and me; and after removing the stumps pinioning our two prisoners we ordered them to roll onto their stomachs with their arms stretched above their heads. They did so and James and I, quickly assuming the unusual role of captors, untied their hands, pulled their arms behind their backs and tied their hands together palm to palm, carefully cinching the rope off securely and knotting it well out of reach of their fingers.
I was enjoying myself as I jokingly said, "Don't worry, this will hurt you more than it will me!" James suggested we should put an elbow tie on them as they had once used on us and this was quickly accomplished while our prisoners' chums watched with some amusement as the two boys writhed in their bonds at our feet.
"We need something to gag them," said James. We were all dressed the same in shorts but none of us had put our tee shirts back on since our swim.
"Use their shirts," I replied. "They won't be needing them for the rest of the afternoon." The shirts were rolled up, forced between their teeth and tied off tightly at the back of their necks.
"OK, let’s get them back to the hut."
We dragged Mike and Matthew to their feet and they were escorted back to the woods hanging their heads and looking dejected while their comrades made derisory comments about their defeat at our hands.
Arrived back at our patrol hut the two boys were made to lie face down on the ground and their ankles were tied to prevent any attempt at escape, although I didn't think this was likely. Mike had accepted his fate in a resigned fashion and he wasn't going any place since there was no question of a rescue by his buddies. We now began a discussion on what we should do with them for the rest of the afternoon. Numerous suggestions but the final decision was left to James and me.
My first concern was to give them more satisfactory gags so we gathered a number of cloths kept for the purpose and untied their shirts. Neither boy resisted as a wad of cloth was stuffed unceremoniously into each of their mouths and a second cloth was forced between their teeth and tied off securely. Two long ropes were fetched from our store and Mike's arms and hands were freed. His arms were then brought in front and his wrists tied once more in front of him. The end of one long rope was thrown over a branch of a tree. Mike was helped to stand under the branch (his ankles were still tied); the rope was then tied to his wrists and hauled hard up until Mike was standing almost on tiptoe. Keeping the rope tight all the time, it was finally tied to the lashing around Mike's ankles leaving him stretched taut and immobile. Within a few minutes the second rope had been used to similar effect on Matthew a few yards away.
James and I stood back and admired our handiwork while Mike's patrol had a good chuckle at their leader's predicament. The two bound boys meanwhile gyrated gently in their bonds but were otherwise left completely immobile.
My brother, Chris, had watched good-naturedly at all this activity and suddenly said to me with an unusual glint in his eye, "You really enjoy this sought of thing, don't you?"
I blushed slightly and replied, "Well, I am usually on the receiving end so it makes a change to be giving some of it out." Chris now reminded everyone that the reason he had joined us was to help us with some of our badge work.
"That's OK," said Robert. "You can talk to us all right here. Mike and Matthew will be able to listen and I guarantee they won't interrupt!" We grinned at the two boys tied up and with their arms pulled taut above their heads and they glared furiously at us over their gags.
We all gathered round for Chris's talk and when he had finished after an hour, he said, "I think you ought to set your prisoners free now". This we agreed to and they were quickly liberated, taking their places on the sandy ground with the rest of us.
Chris now started talking again and what he had to say took me completely by surprise since I had forgotten the events of that morning. He began by telling everyone how he had caught James and me swimming before anyone else arrived, explaining that I had been expressly forbidden to by our parents. As I hung my head with shame, he went on to say that he could not let it pass without taking some action. If father was told I would at least be grounded for the next two weeks and with a sickening feeling, I
realized what a disaster this would be.
Looking me straight in the eye he added, "I have been considering alternatives to this course of action and have decided to make you an offer. Before we leave hear this evening, I propose that you should have your hands tied behind your back and then you will walk home with me. By all accounts you enjoy being tied up so this shouldn't be too much of a punishment!"
My mind raced. What he said was essentially true but we had always played our games in private. The thought of the humiliation of being seen in the street by friends with my hands tied behind me was too much to bear - the walk home was nearly two miles.
"I'll give you some time to think about it - you know what the alternative is," Chris added sternly.
I sat looking dejected as Robert, David, Ken, Stuart and James crowded around me.
"Look," said Stuart, "you can't possibly risk being grounded. We only have three weeks of the vacation left and we are planning a big tie-up game before the end. You are only being asked to walk home with your hands tied and you have suffered much more than that down here!"
"I know what you are saying," I replied. "I'm not worried at being tied up in normal circumstances as you all know, but the thought of meeting friends on the way home and having to explain why my hands are tied behind my back is altogether too shameful. I would die from embarrassment!"
The others thought for a few moments and then David said, "The solution is simple. Robert and I live a few blocks away from you, as does James. We will all accompany you and Chris to your house before making our own way home." Robert and James nodded their assent.
David continued, "It shouldn't be obvious to anyone approaching from the front that your hands are tied and we will stay close to you to give you as much cover as possible. There shouldn't be many people about in the early evening anyway."
"It's all very well for you to talk - it's not you who is being tied up on this occasion," I complained, but in the face of ever more persuasive arguments from the other five I finally capitulated.
"I just wish we could wait until it was dark," I said ruefully, "but I am sure Chris will have that one covered! Let's get this over with." We approached Chris and told him I would accept his deal.
"But how are you going to explain to Mum and Dad why I am tied up when we get home?" I asked petulantly.
"You leave that one to me," he replied with a mischievous grin.
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