Hey, that’s just reminded me and given me an idea.”Angela’s face creased with a frown and she cocked her head, “Oh, and what would that be?”...she said suspiciously.“Well, one night when I went over to Chloe’s to do some extra work on a class assignment and her Mom was there with a friend, from her work I’m guessing. I guess they were chilling out after their day at the office. Anyway, it was really so strange for the pair of them were sitting on the couch and they were playing with what I soon. Ithen blindfolded my eyes and clicked shut one of the steel cuffs on my wrist.I then reached behind my back found the other cuff and before I could backout of the deal I clicked it shut trapping both wrists behind my back. I was now helpless with my wrists manacled behind my back and the only keythat could release me dangling from the front of my collar. I sat still onthe bar stool beginning to regret so willingly putting myself in this situation.I was semi naked and vulnerable. I felt hands. High School, got out from under seven long years of piano lessons, and was starting to notice Girls in earnest. As most of you know, if there "are to BE any curves", ya' start seeing them at or about – 8th Grade! Seems I remember that summer between 7th & 8th grades making all the difference. In those first seven years, "book learnin' " had not come hard for me – I could slack off, take a glance at the study material the night before, and still make a "B" in the boring subjects, and all "A's". I was shocked. Though she had spanked me before,she had never blatantly slapped me."Don't you talk to me like that again!" she screamed. "You prick. Iought'a spank your ass, beat the shit outta you. And don't think I won'ttell Mom either. Fuckin' brat! I helped bring you in to this world...raised you... an' I can take you out of it too!"I was still rubbing my face as she continued. I listened for a bit, thenrealized that this was just a scheme to get me to feel guilty and do herchores. She was.