My wrists by my sides, myankles together and more straps that ran over my knees, waist, chest andfinally my neck. I lay passively as she slipped on la...ex gloves and theninserted skillfully a needle in both my arms. The needles were connectedto plastic tubes that ran to bags held on a stand. She adjusted the dripon the bags. Several stick on pads were attached to my head and chest.Wires from them went to some electronic equipment by the wall.My eyes were shutting but I heard her say, "In two. I took my bag and went near her, with a fast beating heart. Now, I was to paint, on her belly. That's why I needed sari to be removed. Looking my hesitant condition, she asked me what happened. Hesitantly, I told her about the condition and she smiled at my condition. She teased me for my condition. She stood up, went to the door and locked it. Then, for my surprise, she began removing her sari. Soon she stood in her silk blouse and petticoat, giving me a lovely sight of her bare arms, a hint. Jeff pulled me off my feet and kissed my lips. As he walked a short distance, I felt the lip of the futon against the back of my legs. He spun me around and sat down so fast I wobbled. “You deserve to be spanked for distracting me,” he said looking up at me with a grin. I blushed and played with the hem of my tartan skirt as I twisted on the balls of my feet. His fantasies always involved me flirting and teasing. “Get over here and serve your punishment,” he said still grinning. I lay across. Dad stayed calm too.I was astonished that we were sitting around and discussing our issues with her gagged and immobilized. I was even more astonished that we ended up effectively restructuring the family by stripping her of her titles; wife and mother, and moving her out of any position of authority. I wasn’t expecting that. Even though I contributed to the decision, I didn’t expect it. I mean, I was mad at her, really mad, but this was total lunacy.While we were sitting there talking, I.