Shaking my head as it occurred to me how bizarre the day was already going, I swiftly padded back upstairs to my room. My closet would be a good enough hiding spot, and, if neccessary, ambush point. I was trying to recall the rules to 'Cops 'n Robbers', but hadn't actually played the game in years. Something about the 'robbers' only being able to hide from the 'cops'?Some revenge would be nice though, and I would like to see just how ticklish Katelyn was....
Once in my room, I put on some underwear on a wim, still not comfortable being totally nude around a complete stranger. I pulled open my closet, and grabbed a few implements I found handy to have around - feathers and such - before stepping in and crawling to the back. Either she could tickle me with these when she found me, or they would come in handy should plan B be considered. Burying myself under a pile of clothes, I tried to get comfortable and listened. I could hear her drawing closer already, doors opening and closing as she searched and cleared rooms nearby.
Finally, I heard the one to my own bedroom open. "Hmm, that rotten robber's probably hiding out in here. Now where could he be...?" I heard some faint noises coming from beyond my hideaway - perhaps she was checking under my bed or something- then, I could just make out a widening ray of light as my closet door was inched open. "What? I could have sworn I heard him in here somewhere..." She took a step forward and began prodding at the piles of junk and clothes. Her probing fingers reached my own sanctuary, and passed through the outer layer of garments to make contact with my side. I strained, but couldn't avoid a light chuckle at that. "I think I got him nooow," she purred, poking more vigourously, and bringing her second hand in. I started laughing a bit harder as both sets of fingers teased me, and curled up into a tighter ball to protect my belly.
After a few more moments of being tickled like this, I stood up. "Okay, cop. You caught me." She looks me over and then frowned.
"Hay! I told you not to put on any clothes!"
"Oh dear. Should I be punished for that?" I replied jokingly. Katelyn just grinned and reached into a bag at her feet, pulling out several short lengths of rope.
"Okay, you bad, bad robber. Come over here and lie down." She motioned to my bed. As I complied, she pulled some more items out of the bag, but I couldn't quite make out what they were. "Now, stretch yourself out, and close your eyes." I finally got a good look at the rope - it made two loops, one at either end, cleverly knotted back to the main segment. It looked oddly like a pair of handcuffs...
I realized this as she slipped one of my wrists through one of the loops, and the other loop went around one of the bed-posts. She noticed me watching her busily restraining me and said "I'm sorry robber, but I told you no peeking!" She pulled something - some length of fabric over my head, blocking my vision - and I felt more rope handcuffs going over my other arm and over my ankles. I twisted slightly in my restraints, testing the bonds. Not too tight, maybe she wanted me to have a little wriggle room. That belief was swiftly dispelled when I began to feel the ropes tightening, stretching me out spread-eagled on my bed, hardly able to twitch. My helplessness was brought home when she idly swirled a finger on my abs, making me chuckle and strain, but all I could dowais lay there prone as she asked "So, you naughty robber, where should we start punishing you?"
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