Involuntary Sunbathing
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Ever since  we've been married, George has made me keep a diary of our life
together. Every detail has to be set down in black and white and of course he checks it from time to time, adding bits of detail when I leave something out that I don't think important. He doesn't do it very often, usually if there's nothing on the TV that he doesn't want to watch. So I never know what he is going to say any time when I see him with the book open.

Well, a week or two ago, he was looking in it and re-reading about the time when I got my punishment for overspending my allowance. He was smiling and I wondered what was going on in his devious mind. Suddenly, he frowned.
He said, "I see that you failed to obey me that day."

I said, "When?"

He told me, "After I'd gone to work, here, Look at this."

I read that after he'd gone, the cuffs had been locked behind me and I'd had such a lot of trouble getting them past my feet so they were in front.

I said," I thought I was O.K., after all, you didn't tell me not to use my initiative. And I was pleased that I could do it, too. Did I do wrong?"

He said,"No, Sylvia dear. You didn't do wrong. The fault was mine. I should have realised that you might be able to escape part of the punishment. But now, of course I can't let you get away with it. I intended you to remain cuffed all day as I left you and you didn't. So, tomorrow, you'll have to make up for it. Still, that's for tomorrow. Let's go out for something to eat."

"But I've got your favourite meal ready. Are you sure?" I said.

"When have I ever not been sure?" he said, a bit heavily, "You're not disagreeing with me, are you?"

I knew that I'd better be careful. "No, sir!" I said at once. "What shall I wear? - Where are we going?"

" I'll book at North's for dinner for nine o'clock. We should have plenty of time.
Is my dinner jacket clean?"

"Yes." I said, rather crossly. He ought to know by now that I keep all his clothes in tip-top condition always. Mine too. Nothing annoys him more than if I've got anything wrong with my dress like a stain on it or a crumpled blouse or something. I went upstairs and started getting changed. I'd done my hair and was sitting doing my make-up when I felt him coming behind me and putting a collar on me. It was the thin chain one, the one which I can hide under the neck of my dress and I knew the blue dress would cover it nicely when we got to North's.

North's is a smart club not too far from home. Evening dress is the norm there. Granted there are a few people who like to show off in all sorts ofoutfits.
I remember once seeing a woman there dressed like Eve (after the Fall!) in three fig-leaves! But that's the exception, most people are usually dressed quite conventionally.

I was ready before George, if you can believe me! He hated waiting for me and I wasn't about to give him the reason to punish me.

I held out my hands for the cuffs and he fitted my tongue restrainer and clipped the cuffs to the seat-belt as he does when he takes me anywhere in his car. He says it stops me fidgeting, but I think it's just to let me know he's in charge. He locks the tongue restrainer, too, so I can't say anything about how he drives, or anything else, for that matter.

He must have been looking forward to going out, though. He didn't fasten my ankles, but just looked pleased when he saw I was wearing that pair of shoes with the locking clips inside that stop me taking them off.

We got to the car and George did his gentleman act as usual, walking round to the passenger side of the car and opening the door for me.  When we got to North's it was quite dark and I was glad that it was, because George said to me, "Hold up your skirt." I did, but he said, "No, higher."  I had to lift it right up and anyone passing would have seen more than I would like! He knew I'd be wearing hold-up stockings and no panties as I always did when he took me anywhere special.

He handed me something which seemed to be a G-string, made in black plastic.
I put it on and felt immediately that the inside of it was not smooth, but covered all over, well, the bit between the legs at any rate, with small rubber knobbles. He told me, " Pull it up properly" I did and he turned me round and put a little padlock in the waist-band, so I couldn't pull it down to ease it under me.

In the restaurant, I couldn't sit down on the chair they brought for me, so George had them fetch a big cushion and I had to kneel by him. It was very embarrassing, until I looked round and saw two or three other people were also kneeling. In fact, I was better off than any of them, for my hands were free and I could eat my meal myself. They were being fed by their partners, at least, all but one. She was kneeling silently, wearing a ball gag.

They brought the soup and George started eating. I thought he had forgotten
that I couldn't open my mouth because of the 'tongue restrainer', so I tried to remind him. He looked down at me, a bit peevishly, I thought, but leant over and unlocked my gag.

After that, everything went O.K. We ate, drank and danced and enjoyed ourselves. I found out how the knobs on the strap under me worked. I was keen to get to bed on the way home. . .

In the morning, I found out how George made me pay for getting out that other day. He cuffed my hands in front and made me get the breakfast in the nude again and then, after I'd eaten, cuffed them at my back, but attached the cuffs with a light chain to the back of my collar.

He said, "This is to pay for evading the punishment I wanted for you and this . . .", he bent down and locked a chain to the rings on the heels of that pair of shoes with the locking clips in them, the ones you can't take off until they are unlocked. . ."is to remind you not to do it again. Put them on now!"

I did as he ordered and he said,"Good. Now it's time for me to go to work.
Good bye, Love!" and he kissed me and left.

The chain was only just long enough for me to be able to get upstairs, but he had locked all the clothes away again, not even leaving me the little G-string that I'd worn that other day. I knew that today might be a bit trying.
 

It was a Thursday, the day George puts the dust-bin out into the road for the men to empty it. They usually come soon after George has gone to work and it's my job to bring it in afterwards. No way today, though! I knew George wouldn't want that!

There was a knock on the door. You can see anyone waiting at the door from a
side window, so I peeped, avoiding being seen. I didn't have the radio on, so I hoped that the vicar would assume we were out, if I kept out of sight.
I saw him coming to look in the window and I hid behind the settee. I daren't look round it, for fear of being seen, so I had to wait there for a long time, hoping that he would get tired of waiting and go away. There was another knock and I heard voices outside. Evidently they were debating what to do. To my great relief, after a while, all went quiet and I took the risk of being seen. I saw the vicar and a man in uniform walking away down the drive. I was hot and bothered, but everything seemed to settle down, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink, which took quite a long time, having to do it all behind my back.

Then I debated with myself what I could do to fill my day. It was warm, with
only a slight breeze and it was getting hotter and hotter in the house.

Our garden is quite private; there is only one spot where anyone can see in, so I thought it would be best to go out there and sit in the shade of the tree at the far end. I was going there, my steps limited by the chain and I was taking great care how I walked in those high-heeled shoes, when I noticed that the breeze was getting a bit gusty and then, suddenly, disaster!

I heard the sound of the back door slamming. I'd forgotten to latch the lock open and now I'd need to use the handle to get in. But that was impossible; the doorknob was high up, out of my reach!

My hands were locked behind me. I was outside, stuck. There was nothing to be done. I was there and had to make the best of it.

It was warm, so I wouldn't get cold, but I'm sure being locked out like that was a bit more punishment than my George had meant! I would be there until he came back and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I heard the phone ring, but it might as well have been in Borneo for all the good it was.

I spent the day sun-bathing, well, avoiding the sun, really, because I didn't have any sun-tan lotion.

It was beginning to get cool when I heard the sound of George's car coming up the drive. He went into the house and I thought 'He'll be wondering where I am. I'll have to find some way to let him know I'm here. I hurried as fast as that chain would let me, back to the house, but saw the top of our neighbour's head over that place where he could see over.

As quickly as I could manage, I got close to the wall, where I hoped he couldn't see, then, to my horror, heard him calling. "Mrs. Acheson!"

I remained under cover.  " HULLO! . .MRS.ACHESON!", he called again, louder.

George came out and saw me and smiled. He said, over the wall, "Do you know
where my wife is, Mr. Jones? She's gone out again and not telephoned to say where she is."  'Oh dear!' I thought,'that does it. I'm in hot water now!'

Jones replied, "No, I haven't seen her all day, and the gas meter reader came this morning and couldn't get in. I was going to let her know."

"Oh, well, she'll be back soon, I expect. She doesn't often go out without letting me know where she is going and when she will be back. Thank you, anyway." George said, looking hard at me.

He went in the house again, carefully and deliberately shutting the door firmly behind him. I sat down on the cold, hard ground by the wall. After a while, and after I'd started to feel really cold, George came out again and I thought he was going to call me in, but instead, he called over the wall,"It's O.K., Mr. Jones, I know where she is, now." and then, at last, he let me back into the house.

Dinner, that night, was a strange affair. George pretended to be angry that I hadn't told him I was going to be out, but I saw him laughing when he thought I couldn't see.

In bed, I told him what had happened and then he did actually laugh out loud
and all went well then until morning. I woke up in his arms and as I moved, he woke up too and I had to rub his arms for him to restore the circulation, because they were white and quite dead.

He asked me if I were going to go sun-bathing in the garden again and if I were, to let him know before-hand. I bit back the reply I was going to give him and he saw and burst out laughing. He let me spend that day normally dressed, except for the chain on my shoes. He said, as he often does, that I looked more lady-like when I kept my stride short.