Time to Say Than You

This is chapter three of Robyn's Folly. I suggest you start at the beginning with Jenga.

I don't think it will surprise you much if I tell you that I didn't sleep too well that night. I dropped off OK, but it wasn't too long before I woke up again. I'd had to settle for lying on my back, as when I'd tried the other way up, not only were my arms trapped under me uncomfortably, the handcuffs dug into stomach as well as my wrists. I'm guessing cops don't make their prisoners wear handcuffs to bed -- too bad my sister wasn't so generous. Anyway, even this way up, my arms were hardly in a natural sleeping position, and the cuffs were chafing a bit too -- I didn't want to think what state my wrists were going to be in when I finally got them off. Add in my sore bum that I had no choice but to lie on, and the steel band round my neck, and I'm sure you can see that getting back to sleep was not going to be an easy task.

Why oh fucking why, I thought to myself. Why am I such a moron? I tried to pull my right hand out of the cuffs, even though I knew I couldn't. How the hell did I let this happen to me? But I was just kidding myself, I knew the answer. As uncomfortable as it was, I was still exhilarated, even now. I felt butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I must have lain awake for hours, but when I eventually woke up, bright light was streaming in through the curtains.

'It's almost eleven o'clock.' It was Mum's voice. 'Are you never going to get up?'

Fuck! I slowly became aware of my surroundings, breathing a sigh of relief as I sensed the duvet on top of me, right up to my neck.

'Dad and me are going out for lunch, if you remember. I'll see you later.' I heard the door close.

Thank you, God, I said silently. That was a lucky escape. I waited until I heard the front door close before getting out of bed. I'd rather have faced Ella once I'd had something to eat and woken up a bit, but delaying the inevitable didn't seem like a good idea, so I pulled on my pyjama bottoms and went in search of her. My jumper still hid my collar quite effectively, but it was obvious something was up with my arms, with them being cuffed together inside.

Ella's door was open, but she wasn't inside, so I made my way downstairs. I found her watching TV in the living room. 'Morning, Robyn,' she called out to me cheerfully, without taking her eyes off the screen.

'Good morning, Ella,' I said somewhat less enthusiastically. Ella didn't respond. 'Do you think you could spare a moment to find me the keys?' I asked.

'Well, it's funny you should say that. Beth and me were discussing what happened last night, and we couldn't believe that you didn't thank us. All that work we put into spanking you and you didn't show a shred of gratitude.'

'So, if I say thank you, will you be kind enough to unlock me?'

'If you'd said thank you properly at the time, the answer would be yes. But Beth's not even here now, so that's not going to work.' Ella didn't even turn round to look at me.

'Well, I know I'm not negotiating from a position of strength, but I really would like to get out of these. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you two?'

'Can you remind me what the original deal was? How long did we say you had to stay locked up for?'

'Until you and Beth decide to let me out.' There was no point lying, as there was no doubt Ella remembered what we'd agreed as well as I did.

'Well, I can't speak for Beth, but I'm not minded to let you out just yet.'

I decided to change tack. 'Look, Ella, think about it. We don't know when Mum and Dad will be back from lunch. They're going to be bloody furious if they see me like this.'

'Yes, you're right there, Robyn. I was thinking about that myself. Buy I know whose shoes I'd rather be in if they do come back and find you like that.'

I thought about what she was saying, and I had to agree with her. Yes, no doubt she'd be in a fuck load of trouble and would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, but she wouldn't have to admit to letting herself be locked up indefinitely and daring her sister to spank her to her heart's content.

'So, you're just going to leave me like this?' I asked. I wasn't exactly holding any cards, so all I could really do was see if Ella was going to offer me anything.

'Well, there is one thing you could do to maybe get this sorted out.'

I waited, but Ella didn't say anything more, so I had to ask, 'And what's that?'

'Like I said, you didn't thank either me or Beth. I think the best thing to do to try to put this right is to write us a letter of apology. Once you've done that, I'll have a think about finding the key.'

It wasn't much of an offer, was it? 'I'd love to do that, Ella.' Yes, I really meant it. 'But, it's going to be very hard to write with these cuffs on. Do you think you could take them off so I could write more easily please?'

'God, do I have to do everything round here?' Ella responded. 'Come over here.'

She fished a couple of keys out of her pocket, and I held out my wrists, doing my best to extract them from under the jumper.

'Now, can I trust you to put them back on if Beth or me aren't satisfied with your letter of apology?'

'Yes, Ella,' I said meekly.

Ella reached out and took hold of the cuff on my right wrist. With a bit of difficulty she got the key in and unlocked it.

'Actually, once you're done, lock yourself back up again before you bring me the letter.' And with that she turned round to watch the TV again.

She was doing a good job of acting indifferent, like none of this was of any big concern to her, but I was sure she was savouring every moment.

'If you don't mind, Ella, would it be OK if I got some breakfast and had a shower before I wrote my letter?'

'Be my guest -- take as long as you like -- I'm in no hurry.'

Well, you might think I was crazy to prolong this any longer than absolutely necessary, but it was getting on and I was hungry and I desperately wanted a coffee. Plus, I'd got a bit hot and bothered before going to sleep, and I felt badly in need of freshening up. So, I took the opportunity to put my jumper on properly, put some toast on and sat down with a coffee, the open handcuff sitting on the kitchen table beside me, the other end still attached to my left wrist. I'd got used enough to the feel of the collar round my neck that it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, not physically anyway. I don't think I could say the same about how it felt psychologically.

I didn't linger too long, but I didn't rush myself. Mum and Dad wouldn't be back for at least another hour, and probably a fair bit longer. Once I was done, I made my way upstairs and headed straight into the bathroom. Stripping off everything that wasn't locked in place, I turned my back to the mirror to check on the state of my bum. It was definitely still a bit red, but that was it. Touching it, I could tell it had been through a bit of an ordeal, but it wasn't more than just a bit tender. My flesh wasn't going to be bruised to anything like the extent that my pride was.

I decided that it wasn't a good idea to antagonise Ella with any unnecessary delay, so I kept my shower short, all the time doing my best not to bash myself with the handcuffs that were dangling loose. Then I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself just like I had last night, before heading back to my room.

I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and sat down at my desk to write. I deliberately chose an outfit that didn't hide the collar or cuffs -- I figured out that it might go down better with Ella that way.

Well, it took a few drafts till I got it right, but here's what I ended up writing:

Dear Ella and Beth,

I am writing to you both to express my deepest apologies for the lack of good manners that I showed to you both last night, and to sincerely express my gratitude for your fair and thorough treatment of me.

Firstly, I would like to say that I am sorry for not thanking you for allowing me to spend time with you, and for agreeing to play a game at my request. I cannot thank you enough for all the novel experiences that I have been privileged to undergo. You were both kind enough to allow me to lick honey off your fingers, and Ella has generously allowed me the use of her handcuffs and collar, even being considerate enough to temporarily release one of my hands to make it easier for me to write this letter.

Over and above all of this, I must thank you both for taking the trouble to spank me. Neither of you made any complaint about being asked to undertake this task, despite the not inconsiderable effort that each of you extended in fulfilling your roles so thoroughly. You both undertook this task diligently, not lowering the intensity of your strokes even as your arms became tired, and continuing despite my backside causing your hands to become sore.

I was remiss in putting you both in this position without giving any thought to your own feelings, and I must ask your forgiveness for any awkwardness or distress that you may have experienced. Despite my lack of consideration, I will be eternally grateful for your unrelenting and humiliating treatment of me. You fulfilled your parts masterfully, and I feel great remorse for the shameful lack of respect I showed to you both.

As a token of my thanks, and to in some small way make up for my failure to appropriately acknowledge the service that you so generously provided to me, I have attached a voucher for each of you to the bottom of this letter. Each voucher entitles you to give me a punishment of your choosing, as well as to receive a full and heartfelt thank you in respect of my chastisement. I hope that these small gifts will go some way to alleviating the hurt and distress that I no doubt caused last night due to my lack of civility.

Yours penitentially,

Robyn

Underneath I drew out two boxes, and in each of them I wrote:

One free punishment

At your discretion

I then signed my name in each box.

Will it come as a surprise if I tell you that I was feeling really excited just from writing the letter? Somehow abasing myself like that sent a thrill right through me. I took a look at the clock -- 12:45. A bit early to be back from lunch, but given that Mum and Dad had left at eleven, I couldn't be sure they wouldn't be back soon. If I was going to do this, I better get it over with quick. So, I put the cuff back on my right wrist and took hold of the letter.

Going downstairs, I found Ella still watching TV, right where I had left her. I walked over to her and held out the letter.

'That's no good,' she said without looking at it. 'Beth isn't here to read it.' She paused the TV. 'Stand there and I'll video you reading it out, then if I think it's good enough, I'll send it to Beth and see what she says.'

I realised what this meant -- Ella and Beth were going to end up with a very compromising video of me. But then again, I didn't have a better plan, so I stood in front of Ella and held up the letter.

'Right, off you go,' Ella commanded, holding up her phone, and I read out the letter, turning it round to show off the vouchers at the end, before handing it to Ella.

Ella smiled broadly as I remained standing in front of her. 'That's more like it. I think we managed to get through to you.' She then turned to her phone for a few seconds. 'Right, that's on it's way to Beth. I'll let you know when I hear back from her.'

'Thanks, Ella,' I said, making an effort to smile at her. 'I'll be up in my room.'

I didn't have to wait too long before I heard Ella coming upstairs. I was lounging on my bed, wasting time on my phone, when she came in.

'Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?' Ella asked.

That didn't sound too promising. 'Can I have the good news first please?'

'I thought you might say that. Well, the good news is that Beth has accepted your apology, and she isn't going to punish you until Saturday. So, you've got a whole week to think about what's coming.'

'And can you tell me what my punishment's going to be?'

'No, you'll have to wait for that, but you need to be at Beth's house by five.'

I was supposed to be meeting my friend Gemma then, but I didn't think it was a good idea to say so. I'd just have to cancel.

'So what's the bad news then?'

'I'm going to punish you right away. Come with me.'

And with that Ella turned and headed out the door. I immediately got up and followed her into her room.

'Stand there,' Ella ordered, pointing to the middle of the floor. I did as I was told, not having a clue what was going to come next.

'Seeing as both Beth and me thought you did a great job of apologising, I'm going to start by unlocking you.' Ella produced they keys from her pocket again, and first unlocked the padlock in the collar before removing it, and then each handcuff in turn. 'Besides, those handcuffs would have got in the way of the next step, so they had to come off anyway.'

Ella went over to her bottom draw and put the cuffs and collar away at the back, but I realised she was also searching for something else. She came back carrying a thin, yellowish stick. It was rounded at one end a bit like a walking stick, but it was only a couple of feet long and far too thin to support anyone's weight. She didn't have to explain that it was a punishment cane.

'I've been dying to try this out for ages,' she said, holding it up in front of me. 'Just I've not had the right bum for it until now.'

I didn't say anything, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. That thing would hurt like fuck.

'Now, I want to set the scene for this properly, so first of all I need you to strip naked. I think that'll help you to feel vulnerable and remind you who's in charge before we even get started.'

Probably inadvisably, I asked, 'Fucking hell, Ella, I thought I was the kinky one. Where the hell did you get all this stuff?' Not wanting to inflame the situation any further, I began to get undressed without waiting for an answer.

'Let's just say, I've been collecting for a while, and experimenting when I find a willing participant.'

I was scared of how much damage that cane could do to me, but I was already taking off my bra. I dropped it on the floor on top of my T-shirt, and then began to take off my jeans. Finally, I slipped off my knickers, and dropped them on the top of the pile at my feet. Ella was standing watching me, cane in hand, so I stood up straight, arms by my sides.

'You seem to be getting the hang of this,' she said, gently pushing my chin upwards with the end of the cane, before walking round behind me. I felt her gently touch my backside with the cane. Just the touch was enough to make my heart leap.

'Now, don't say I'm not fair,' Ella continued. 'I'm going to give you a choice. And I don't want your answer now -- I'm going to give you time to think about it. First option is the cane. You bend over and I whack you until I think you've learned a lesson you'll never forget. Your bum and the backs of your legs will be reminding you about it for quite some time. If you thought it hurt last night, this will be agony. So don't take this option unless you really want to feel pain as well as humiliation.' Ella paused and looked me in the eyes. 'Option two is obedience. You do as I tell you, whenever I tell you. You look up to me and show me respect, all the time, for ever. And if I decide you need a punishment, you take it no matter what.'

What the hell had I got myself into? And what the bloody hell was happening to Ella? She'd gone from a silly little sister into a fucking tyrant.

'First things first,' Ella said calmly. 'I think you'll feel a little bit more unprotected without that pile of clothes at your feet, so you're going to pick them up and put them in your room before coming back to stand on that spot. Then you're going to stand there silently and think about your answer. Off you go.'

I didn't stop to question anything. I just bent down and scooped up the pile of clothes before heading straight out the door. It was the first time I'd been naked in the hall for a very long time, but I didn't stop to worry about that. I quickly dumped my clothes on the chair in my room, before heading back to Ella's room. I stood back on the same spot, and made a point of putting my shoulders back and standing up straight, but I still didn't say anything.

'It's good to see that you're taking this so well,' Ella said with a smile. 'Now, don't you dare move from that spot until I say so.' With that, she walked behind me and I heard her close the door before she went back downstairs.

I stood still, trying to breathe slowly and calmly, but there was no denying that I was excited. I noticed that Ella had left the cane in full view, hung up over the mirror on her dressing table, right where I would see it. It was scary to think about the effect it would have on me, but that didn't stop me from wanting to find out. Ella had promised to strike the back of my legs as well as my bum, so I wouldn't be wearing any skirts for a while, if I chose that option. I was aware that I could refuse to do either, but I didn't want to go there.

What about the second choice? That one wouldn't be over quickly -- it sounded like Ella planned to keep it going for as long as she could -- years maybe. She'd said I had to do what she told me, but what kind of things would she come up with? She could make my life hell if she chose to. And she'd said she'd punish me too. Did that mean the cane? If so, wouldn't that just be the worst of both worlds? I'd have gained nothing, just giving her permission to beat me whenever and however she liked, instead of just once. I'd have to be daft to go for that option -- but it would at least mean that I didn't have to face the cane today.

I was a little bit concerned that someone from across the street might see me. The curtains were open, and I could see the upstairs windows of a couple of the neighbours. I tried to look in, but the lights were off in those rooms, and they were far enough away that I could only make out some vague shapes. I'd just have to hope that meant they couldn't see me stood here. Chances are, if they weren't deliberately looking, they wouldn't make much out, and if they did, well, it's not a crime to stand naked in your sister's room in full view from the window, is it? I hoped not.

That was when I heard the familiar sound of the car on the drive, followed by the front door, and Mum's voice calling out, 'We're back.' Standing silently doesn't half make you aware of your senses, so I could just about make out Ella answering back, above the faint sound of the TV. What the fuck was I going to say if Mum or Dad came in here and found me like this? I guess it wasn't anywhere near as embarrassing as the state I'd been in this morning, but it would still be mortifying. Could I come up with some plausible explanation as to why I was standing to attention, stark naked, in the middle of my sister's room?

Well, it wasn't too long before I really had to start worrying. I heard someone coming up the stairs and started to panic. Could I find somewhere to hide in time? But what if it was Ella? She'd be pissed if I moved. I heard the door opening behind me, but no one said anything. Then it closed again and whoever it was went off to use the bathroom. It must have been Ella, checking up on me.

I'd decided by now to take the cane. If I wanted any further punishments, I'm sure I could arrange them, but I wasn't ready to give Ella that kind of lasting control over my life. Not yet anyway. It was really hard to judge time, just standing here silently like this, but I was beginning to feel like I'd been here hours. No matter how much it was going to hurt, I just wanted to get it over with.

I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to end, when I heard the front door closing again, followed soon after by the sound of someone coming upstairs. The door behind me was pushed open once again.