Leather & Lace, Co.
Chapter 15 - Adventures in Babysitting
By the White Knight
The next day at work I was definitely tired and on top of that I had to incur
all of my partner's comments that it appeared that I was still wearing the same
clothes as yesterday. Sharon turned red at these comments, but she smiled
none-the-less. Making matters worse she appeared fit as a fiddle causing
Lucinda to say, "That something or.... Someone was obviously agreeing with her."
Sharon and Lucinda shared knowing looks and than both glanced at me. "I think I
need a cup of coffee", I said as I beat a hasty retreat.
When I returned I found Sharon talking enthusiastically to Mike Thatcher. I was
just in time to hear her say "... I'll be happy to do it".
"Happy to do what?" I asked.
"Mr. Thatcher's has been planning to take his wife out the Evening Dinner
Theater for weeks and unfortunately their babysitter just called and had to
cancel. He was just asking me to call to get a refund on his tickets, but I
told him that I'd be happy to watch the kids for the evening."
The smile froze on my face. Being as I had been away for a week, I had had
other things in mind. My lovely partner, though, appeared to be much less
selfish than myself. Heck, when life hands you a bunch of lemons it's time to
make lemon aid.
Looking over at Mike and I gave him a slight shrug. "Actually, WE would be
happy to watch the kids tonight." He visibly sighed and then thanked the both
of us profusely. As he walked away Sharon gently touched my face and looked up
into my eyes. "That was really kind of you. I'm sure that watching three kids
on your second night back in town was not in your plans, but it is so tough for
the two of them to get time alone just to be a couple that I couldn't help but
volunteer."
"You my dear", I said with a grin, "are much more generous than I. However,
that is a wonderful trait to have and I wouldn't want you to feel that you
should change it. So we'll pretend that we are teenagers again and go watch the
Thatcher's children tonight."
"You're a good man, honey and I promise that I will make it up to you", she said
seriously.
"Oh, I not worried about that darling. I'm actually quite good at thinking up
ways for you to make it up to me". I bent down and gave her a chaste kiss.
Sharon smiled her brilliant white smile and responded suggestively, "I'm sure
that you are!" With that she turned on her heel and returned to work. I went
to Harry's office to sit with him for the day and learn how he fit into the
organization.
At lunch Harry took me over to the New York Racquet club and signed me up under
their company account. That finished, we visited a local deli and picked up
some sandwiches and fruit before returning to the office. Harry told me that he
liked to work out during lunch and then eat in the office afterwards. That
worked for me so I told him that I would probably join him more often than not.
The rest of the day passed quickly and Sharon and I were able to leave on time.
I kissed her warmly goodbye as we went to our separate apartments. After a
shower and a bite to eat, I put together an overnight bag so that there wouldn't
be a repeat of this morning.
Arriving at the Thatcher's, shortly before 7:30pm, I was warmly greeted by Ann.
She also thanked me for agreeing to take care of the kids as she walked me into
the house. The three kids were sitting at the kitchen table finishing their
dinner. "Do you guys remember Uncle Greg", Ann asked the children. The eldest,
who was a spitting image of his father, was the only one that shook his head
affirmatively. Their middle boy, stared at me blankly as he gave me a cautious
smile. Their little golden haired angel, Kathleen, spoke up and answered
honestly, "No".
I smiled at them and then crouched down near the table, so as not to appear
quite as large and foreboding. "Well, I remember all of you." I ruffled
Kathleen's beautiful blond curly hair and told her, "The last time that I saw
you, you were just a wee little baby. And you boys have grown up quite a lot
in those five years, my goodness your getting huge."
Mathias, their middle son, smiled at me from his perfectly innocent face and
said, "No, I'm huge, Donny is just getting taller." Surely enough his frame was
much larger than his thin elder brother but he didn't look at all overweight. I
laughed with the kids some more until I heard footsteps behind me.
Turning, I found Mike and Sharon standing in the doorway, my eyes however were
riveted on my lovely partner. She was wearing the fawn colored suede mini skirt
and halter-top that we had picked up at dad's company and she looked absolutely
stunning. "You, my dear, look simply delicious", I told her as I rose to greet
them.
"Why thank you kind sir", she intoned like a southern belle. As we embraced
warmly she whispered in my ear, "I told you that I would make it up to you". We
saw them off as they gave us all of the normal last minute instructions. With
their parents gone the kids filed down the basement that had been turned into a
large family room.
The Thatcher's had made the room kid friendly, with beanbag chairs, a fluffy
couch and a large screen TV. Toys were scattered hap haphazardly about the
place, but the children ran around them as if they weren't even there. With all
of this running about I was glad to see that they had wrapped the metal support
poles with thick blue leather padding. This plus the wall-to-wall carpeting put
my mind at rest that Sharon and I would not end up in the Emergency room due to
some unfortunate accident.
I clapped my hands together and called out, "OK guys what do you want to do
first?" Donny cried out first, "Let's play soldiers" as he pulled the trigger
on his play gun. "No, lets play cowboys and Indians', shouted Mathias as he
brandished a shinny six-shooter. Marie, sporting a white cowboy hat joined in,
"Yeah, cowboys and Indians".
A wicked thought began to form in my mind as I looked over at the lovely lady
besides me. "That's a great idea. Why don't you three be the cowboys and
Auntie Sharon will be the Indian. Look she's even dressed like Pocahontas", I
pointed out.
"Not exactly", said Mathias thoughtfully, "She should be wearing moccasins, not
sandals. Mom has some upstairs in the hall closet, I'll go get them." Even
before he was finished speaking he was already headed back upstairs.
Personally, I thought that her thong style, low heel sandals looked Indian-like,
but I suppose children's movies always portrayed Indians in moccasins. Kathleen
was digging into a toy bin and soon cried out triumphantly, "And she needs an
Indian hat". She held up an Indian headdress, which sported many tall brightly
colored feathers.
Mathias returned with his treasure at the same time that Kate (not Kathleen, as
she had just informed me) brought over the headdress. Sharon sat on the couch
and replaced her sandals with the proffered beaded footwear, while the little
blond put the feathers into her hair. "OK, what do we do now", she asked.
Donny piped up. "That's easy, we chase you around the basement and then when we
catch you we bring you back here to the fort (he pointed at the couch) where the
colonel (he nodded towards me) will tell us what to do with you."
"You're taking a lot for granted", she told the boy with a smile. "You should
have said IF you catch me." With that she leapt from the couch and took off
running. For a good ten minutes she led the children a merry chase until Donny
took the initiative to get the group more organized. Under his leadership they
soon had her cornered. In a stroke of genius he sent in his little sister to
complete the capture. Sharon breathing heavily from the wild race knew that she
could never hurt the little angel's feelings, so she slumped against the wall
and calmly accepted her fate.
The three of them each grabbed hold of a hand or arm and led her back to me.
Sharon played the part to the hilt, walking with her eyes downcast like she
really was a captured squaw. Donny snapped a salute and said, "What should we
do with the prisoner, sir?"
"What do you think that we should do with Pocahontas, Captain?" I asked my
serious little cohort.
Without a blink or a grin he answered in a military like voice. "I think that
we should secure the prisoner, sir."
"Excellent idea, Captain", I smiled mischievously. "And what should we use to
tie her up with Lieutenant?" I asked his younger brother.
He looked befuddled for a minute and then he cried out, "the rag bag!" Off he
ran without another word being spoken.
"The rag bag?" I asked Donny.
"Actually, it's a pretty good idea, sir. You see Mom rips up old bed sheets and
then puts them in a pillowcase so that the maid can use them for cleaning around
the house."
Mathias came back with the foretold pillowcase and dropped it by my feet. I
reached in and pulled out a handful of bed sheet strips that looked like they
hadn't been used yet. The strips were the lengths of the sheet, roughly six
feet long, and about four inches wide. Perfect, just perfect, I thought to
myself.
"What are you going to do with me, you mean and terrible cowboys", Sharon asked
in mock indignation.
"After that outburst I think that we should gag you first", I responded quickly.
Then kneeling next to Kate I asked her, "You think we should gag Pocahontas so
she can't make anymore noises... right?" I wasn't sure if she totally
understood what I was saying, but with an innocently diabolical little smile she
cried out, "Right".
I took one of the strips, doubled it over and rolled it up. Standing behind
Sharon I held the gag in front of her face, but she refused to open her mouth.
"Now open up like a good captive or we will make you sorry you didn't!" She
shook her head in the negative. I was still thinking about how to handle this
situation, when all of a sudden she jerked forward and her mouth opened as she
gasped for breath. Quickly, I took advantage of the situation and slid the
white material between her teeth. As I tied it off tightly behind her neck, I
looked over at Donny who was smiling smugly.
"How did you do that?" I asked.
"Simple. I tickled her. It works on Mathias all the time. Besides she had all
that bare skin showing so it just seemed like the right thing to do...sir!"
"Excellent thinking Captain, I could not have done better myself." The boy
basked in my praise. Sharon on the other hand was now well gagged, even if it
was only a cleave gag like those that you would see in the movies, and she was
starting to get a feel for where this 'game' was going.
Brandishing another of the strips I told her, "Now hold out your hands in front
of you..." she didn't move at first, attempting to still play the reluctant
captive "... or I will have my Captain tickle you again." Slowly she raised
her arms, fists clenched.
Binding her with the white cloth strips was actually quicker than using rope, as
it wasn't necessary to make it look so neat. Also, once I completed tying her
wrist together it appeared that they were held as securely as any rope or
leather cuff could have made them. She pulled at the bonds, testing them, but
as I had suspected they flowed easily with her movements and refused to give her
any relief.
"OK, so what should we tie Pocahontas to so that she can't escape?" I asked the
children.
Once again Mathias came through as he shouted, "To the post. Standing against
the post. That's where we always tie up the Indians."
"Great idea lieutenant", I told the boy, "except, I don't think that you've ever
captured an Indian this tall before. So maybe we should tie her kneeling next
to the post."
His innocent little face screwed up in consternation as he looked over at
Sharon. He looked down at her beaded moccasins and then followed her tanned
legs upward over her short skirt, stopping a second to peer at her belly button.
Then his eyes continued their trek over her protruding breasts and at last
lighted on her pretty face, which was marred only by the taut gag in her mouth.
By this time he was craning his neck to look up at her.
"Yeah, I think your right", he agreed.
"All right you naughty Indian, over to the post with you" I chided our lovely
captive. The children all took total delight in leading her over to the post.
The tiny little blond skipped happily along side her brothers until our
procession reached its destination.
"OK, Pocahontas, I want you down on your knees", I ordered Sharon, "with your
back to the post and your legs straddling it." Despite her bindings, she sank
gracefully to floor and then knee walked backward until she had completed my
instructions. Moving behind the pole I pulled her ankles together and tied them
tightly. The toes of her moccasins dug into the thick carpet as her feet arched
themselves to better support her body.
Using another of the strips I tightly tied it around the padded post about two
feet above her head. She was looking up at me expectantly so I motioned to her
to raise her arms. As they came over her head, I grasped her bound wrists and
secured them to this new binding. I looked into those questioning green eyes
and smiled. Without the children seeing I placed a little ball in the palm of
her hand. Quietly, I told her "if things get to intense for you drop the ball
and I'll make sure that everything stops. You know the routine, right honey?"
Sharon nodded head yes. By now I knew she must have been wondering what I had
in mind. What could I possibly do to her, in front of the kids that would be so
intense that she would need a safety net? Those emerald green eyes continued to
look at me until I placed one the strips over them, effectively blindfolding
her.
"OK soldiers", I said loudly, "our prisoner is secure, so we can all relax. How
about everyone joining me on the couch and will watch some TV until it's time
for bed."
"Actually, Kate should go to bed now", Donny informed me pointing to the clock.
He was right it was after eight.
"But, I'm not tired yet", she proclaimed folding her arms in front of her and
pouting.
I knelt down in front of the pretty little one and said, "How about we make a
deal?" She looked up at me as her frown started to disappear. "I'll let you
stay up for one more show, but at 8:30pm it's bedtime and that's that." I held
out my hand for her to shake and she smiled at me and put her tiny hand into my
big paw.
"Deal", she cried happily.
We all moved over to the couch and sat down. The Simpson's music was just
starting, but nothing much was happening yet. "You know Captain, our captive
was really very naughty, running from you like that. Do you think that we
should punish her a bit for being such a bad Indian?"
The TV mesmerized Kate, but both of the boys were looking at me gleefully.
"What did you have in mind, Sir", Donny asked.
I pointed over towards Sharon and their eyes followed my lead. "You see those
feathers on her headdress... do you think that perhaps you could find some more
of them?"
The younger of the two giggled and elbowed his brother. "Oh yeah, she's
ticklish... remember."
"I think I can come up with something", said the elder as he stood up and ran
over to one of the toy chests. He returned quickly with an older battered
headdress, which had obviously seen better days. I took it from him and with a
quick twist and pull, yanked out a green feather. A red, blue and yellow one
swiftly followed.
Kate now had become aware that something was going on. When she saw the
feathers she called out, "I want the yellow one". I handed it to her, saying
"shush" to keep her quiet. The show was at a commercial so I waved my arm in an
exaggerated follow me and then pressed my finger against my lips to emphasize
that we should all be silent. Slowly, on tiptoe, we made our way over to the
waiting maiden.
I knelt in front of her and positioned a boy on each side and Kate to the rear.
We weren't perfectly quiet of course and Sharon's head pivoted from side to side
trying to hear any tell tale noises.
"Now", I cried out and four feathers lunged against her bare skin.
"Oooo... Oooo... Oooo...", she gasped through the gag. Her body bent and
twisted as she tired to escape the ticklish assault, but the kids just giggled
and pressed on. A green feather tickled her belly button, which she pulled in
so quickly that she slammed her back against the post. A red feather tickled
her tender ribs causing her to twist violently away from it. With my blue
feather I teased her inner thighs, just under her skirt. Sharon simply went
crazy, twisting her body from side to side as her hips undulated inwards and
outwards from the post. It was like watching a wild tiger trying to escape from
the hunters' snare as they poked at it with their sharp spears. Every touch of
the feather had the same effect as if we were sticking her with a hot poker.
Sharon twisted and pulled against her bonds, she screamed through her gag, but
all the while she held tight to that little ball. Her knuckles were nearly
white, giving testament to her resolve. But, as it sometimes comes to pass, the
most innocent can become the most dangerous.
Kate, the cute curly haired little blond, was thoroughly frustrated that her
yellow feather wasn't having the same effect on our captive as the rest of us.
She yelled to her brother and stamped her foot in complaint. Without stopping
his own tickling he responded to her with a few words that I lost in Sharon's
moans.
In a few seconds Kate, smiling from ear to ear had pulled off Sharon's first
moccasin. Sharon, now understanding what was happening tried to shift her feet
from side to side, but the thickness of the post limited her greatly. It was
only a matter of time until the grinning child caught up with the final shoe and
removed it. Grabbing the feather she flicked it against both of Sharon's soles.
"Oooohhhhh ggggdddddd", she cried through her gag. Arching her entire body
forward and pulling on the bonds above her head for support, Sharon pulled up
her feet against the post almost to the small of her back. If I hadn't seen it,
I would never have believed it. I couldn't imagine anyone being that flexible
and strong to achieve such a move.
Bam. The little ball hit me in the chest, bringing me back to reality.
"OK, kids the commercial over", I shouted loudly, "the shows back on. Everyone
back to the couch." Almost magically they lost all interest in tickling their
captive, dropping their feathers where they stood, they ran off to see the silly
cartoon.
Sharon let her feet fall back to the ground and sagged in her bonds. Her
breathing came as quick gasps through her nose and a sheen of fine perspiration
shown on her arms and chest.
"How are you doing", I asked her quietly.
"Eeeww aann uunneerr ttannd ee ite", she said in between gasps.
"Yes, I can understand you just fine", I answered her honestly.
"uuurrr a ddvvviiosss assttrd", she told me.
I smiled. Yes, I suppose I was a devious bastard. Using children to torture
her while she was so helplessly bound. Yes, I decided unrepentantly, I
definitely qualified.
"You didn't expect to get off Scott free did you?" She shook her head no. "Do
you still love me?" She nodded affirmatively as she continued to gasp for
breath. "Do you want to quit?" Surprisingly, she shook her head in the
negative.
"Uusst nooo eeet!" She shouted through the white cloth gag.
So at the next three sets of commercials, I let the little angels tickle her to
the point of tears, but told them that her feet were off limits. I didn't join
back in as I had retrieved my camera from the car and decided to record the
event for posterity.
After the show I sent the boys off to bed and went upstairs to read Kate a
bedtime story.
Coming back downstairs, I unbound my lover and took her into my arms. She
complained that it was a really rotten thing to do. Especially, knowing how
ticklish she was. But, I soothed her by telling her what a good sport she had
been and then sweetened the compliment with a present.
"I'm sorry baby", I told her softly, "but maybe this will make it all worth.
How about you go home, a little before the Thatcher's get back, and pick out
whatever you want to wear tonight. Then you take a few minutes to relax and
decide how you want to spend the rest of the evening. Tonight its ladies
choice!"
Sharon lit up like the sun poking through the clouds. She gave me one of her
crushing hugs that reminded me just how strong she was and then began
alternating between kissing and thanking me. I reveled in her affection and
reflected that that those old Beatle songs really had the right idea. The best
things in life are free!
