Chet was reading his paper when his 10-year-old daughter Stephy came into the room.

"Hey Pumpkin."

"Mmmmpphh!"

Stephy hadn't walked into the room, she had bounced in. She had to bounce because her ankles were tied together.

"Been playing with your brothers again sweetie?"

"Ummmphh!"

Chet looked at his little girl. Stephy was rather short even for ten, but she was a real looker. She had long black hair, perfectly tanned skin, and a very pretty face. Even at her young age, his daughter already had a curvy figure with great legs and a very cute butt. When she wore her little shorts or a bikini, even grown men took an extra look or three.

Stephy was all girl. She liked sexy clothes. She liked makeup and wore it often, especially her hot pink lipstick. She liked her ears pierced as well. That had forged a compromise with her parents. Stephy agreed to play with her two younger brothers, Ray age 9 and Mike age 8, if she were allowed to wear her makeup and jewelry.

It had seemed a good deal to her at the time, even though she knew her brothers could be little hellions.

Now, she wasn't so sure.

They had jumped her as she had come out of the bathroom, still wearing her thin little top that passed for a bra, (Unlike her well-developed butt and curves, that was one area where Stephy was clearly still a little girl. She was basically flat-chested except for a pair of tiny nipples.) and her tiny little cotton panties. Before she knew what was happening, Stephy was tied up with thin cord holding her hands behind her back and her ankles together.

She had tried to scream, but the boys shoved a pair of her white socks in her mouth, filling it up completely, and tied the gag in place with a long piece of torn sheet knotted tightly behind her head.

Stephy couldn't believe it, but she was really tied up!

The boys then ran off laughing, saying something about "getting more stuff", whatever that meant. Stephy tried to at least get the socks out of her mouth, but there was no hope. Frustrated, she bounced into the living room where her Daddy was.

"Umm grrff nmm phhff!"

Chet sighed and put down his paper.

"Pumpkin, I can't understand a word you're saying. The boys gagged you pretty good huh?"

"Ummmghh! Pummll ummfghg umm!"

"You know the rules, Stephy. You play with the boys. Whatever they want goes."

"UmmmFFNNN!!!!"

"Ok, ok. I'll take it off... gosh this is a tight knot! There..."

Chet untied the strip of sheet, but let his little girl spit out her sock gag on her own. It took a minute, but finally Stephy's mouth was free.

"Pthhwaww! Daddy! Untie me!"

"Gosh, I don't know about that pumpkin. Aren't you playing a game with your brothers?"

"I don't like this game! They jumped on me as I was coming out of the bathroom! Look at me, I don't have any clothes on!"

"Looks like clothes to me."

"Daddy, this is my underwear! I need some real clothes!"

"Sweetie, to be fair, this is more than you wear at the pool."

"Daddy please! My wrists hurt! And I don't like that thing in my mouth!"

"The gag? Well, gags aren't very pleasant things I guess."

"Hey! There she is!"

Suddenly, Ray and Mike ran into the room. Stephy instinctively jumped into her father's lap, wriggling her little tushie into Chet's groin.

"Save me Daddy!"

"Dad, what are you doing with our prisoner?" Mike asked.

"Obviously, you guys did a poor job of tying her up if she got away!" Chet responded, to the amazement of his daughter.

"She couldn't go far! Why'd you take her gag off? Girls should always be gagged!" Ray chimed in.

"He has a point sweetie."

"But Daddy...!"

"Look boys, I'm trying to enjoy my Saturday in peace and quiet, but I don't want my baby girl hurt. Just what are your plans with your "captive"?"

"She's a dangerous spy and we're gonna torture her for information!"

"What kind of torture?"

"Aw dad, you know we're not gonna really hurt her."

"Ok, but be careful and keep the noise down guys."

"Daddy, no! Please don't let..." Stephy cried rather loudly, still not believing her ears.

"That's the loudest part dad!" Mike said to his father.

For his part, Chet was getting excited by his pretty daughter rubbing her butt into his crotch. it wouldn't be long before she would notice the swelling bulge beneath her. He picked his bound daughter up off his lap and stood her up.

"You're right. My fault for taking her gag off. Open up pumpkin."

"What? Daddy, you can't be serious! You're not going to gag me are you?"

"Yes babykins. Now say "ahhh" and open wide."

"But you can't! You're my dadummmmpphhh!!"

"There! Ok boys, hold her hair up while I show you how to tie a real knot!"

Stephy didn't resist much. She was still in shock that her own father was gagging her with her own socks!

"Is it tight enough?" Mike asked.

"Well, let' see."

Chet reached down and pinched Stephy's little butt cheek rather hard. Then he did the same with her nipple.

All he got in return was a well-muffled yelp.

"I'd say so," he said, satisfied at his job.

Chet sat back down to read his paper, trying to forget the sight and feel of his bound daughter, as she was hauled off by her two brothers.

Once they had her upstairs in their room, they threw their sister to the floor.

"Ok spy, you need to be punished for trying to escape! Mike, get the clothes pins!"

Clothes pins? What in the world would they do with clothes pins?

Stephy wondered...