One of my older brothers, whom we shall call the sneaking deacon, had a young red headed girlfriend named Diane. She became like a part of the family and spent time around the house even through Stan was away in college at Mississippi State. Well there came this weekend where my parents decided they needed a break and was going to go on a trip. Only problem was I was 16 and Tim was 15 and they didn’t quite trust us alone with no supervision.
My mother came up with the bright idea of asking Diane to stay over and watch us. Diane was around 18 or 19 a very good looking woman, so of course Tim and I didn’t object to this plan. She could cook and clean and she even liked the same TV shows we did. Everything was going fine, till she started getting bossy. It was around 1pm and friend named Beryl dropped by. He wanted to know if we wanted to go to Parker’s creek and go swimming. Sounded like a good idea to us, but Diane said she didn’t have a bathing suit with her and we could not go by ourselves. We tried to negotiate but to no avail as she was not going to take a chance of something happening to us during her shift.
We went out in the yard and discussed the situation. Diplomacy apparently was not going to work, so force was in order. If we where going to go swimming, we had to keep her away from the phone, so she couldn’t call in any reinforcements. And idea came upon me, and we found a couple pieces of rope in the garage that looked like they would work fine.
The minute we walked into the house and Diane saw the rope thrown over my shoulder, she knew something was about to happen she was not going to like. She asked us what’s up with rope and we just smiled. Tim moved over the counter an unplugged the phone. She saw and panic really set in. She tried to make it to the door, when Beryl and I tackled her.
One had her hands while the other held her feet and we took her to the master bedroom. My parents had a 4-poster bed that would work fine. We tied her spread eagle on the bed with one arm to this post and the other arm to the other. Her feet were bound together and also tied to a post. We then tied a piece of rope to her big toes and then too her wrist. If she tried to bring her arms in to use her teeth to untie the ropes it would cause her legs to be lifted by her big toe. I think she was afraid we had other plans, but we looked at her and said…. We are going swimming. She started cussing at us, so we tied a pillowcase across her mouth and left.
We went swimming for about 2 to 3 hours and the sun was coming down on our way home. When we arrived Beryl and Tim chickened out on going in and releasing Diane. I couldn’t see how we could leave her like that forever, so I took on the task. As I entered the room, it was a sight to see. Sweet was pouring from her brow and her shirt had worked its way up so that you could see the bottom of her bra. I figured ain’t no sense rushing to untie her, so I took my time checking her out with my eyes. She tugged at the ropes a few more times and realized it was hopeless.
She got smart and started getting real nice. She asked if we were both all right and if we had a good time swimming. She said she should have gone with us and that she was sorry. If I would untie her she would not say anything to my parents and all would be forgiven. I slowly reached across and untied one side and she remained very still. Maybe she meant it? I untied the other side and she took in a breath of air. She blew the air out to move the hair away from her eyes. She said Art real sexy and as I leaned over and said yes…she proceeds to slap the living shit out of me. She beat me to the floor in no time, cause I wasn’t about to hit her back. I just covered my head and let her punch me. I don’t know if my parents ever found out about this adventure, but fill certain she told the deacon. She never baby-sat us again.
Art Nalley
Redneck Heritage Network
@2005
My mother came up with the bright idea of asking Diane to stay over and watch us. Diane was around 18 or 19 a very good looking woman, so of course Tim and I didn’t object to this plan. She could cook and clean and she even liked the same TV shows we did. Everything was going fine, till she started getting bossy. It was around 1pm and friend named Beryl dropped by. He wanted to know if we wanted to go to Parker’s creek and go swimming. Sounded like a good idea to us, but Diane said she didn’t have a bathing suit with her and we could not go by ourselves. We tried to negotiate but to no avail as she was not going to take a chance of something happening to us during her shift.
We went out in the yard and discussed the situation. Diplomacy apparently was not going to work, so force was in order. If we where going to go swimming, we had to keep her away from the phone, so she couldn’t call in any reinforcements. And idea came upon me, and we found a couple pieces of rope in the garage that looked like they would work fine.
The minute we walked into the house and Diane saw the rope thrown over my shoulder, she knew something was about to happen she was not going to like. She asked us what’s up with rope and we just smiled. Tim moved over the counter an unplugged the phone. She saw and panic really set in. She tried to make it to the door, when Beryl and I tackled her.
One had her hands while the other held her feet and we took her to the master bedroom. My parents had a 4-poster bed that would work fine. We tied her spread eagle on the bed with one arm to this post and the other arm to the other. Her feet were bound together and also tied to a post. We then tied a piece of rope to her big toes and then too her wrist. If she tried to bring her arms in to use her teeth to untie the ropes it would cause her legs to be lifted by her big toe. I think she was afraid we had other plans, but we looked at her and said…. We are going swimming. She started cussing at us, so we tied a pillowcase across her mouth and left.
We went swimming for about 2 to 3 hours and the sun was coming down on our way home. When we arrived Beryl and Tim chickened out on going in and releasing Diane. I couldn’t see how we could leave her like that forever, so I took on the task. As I entered the room, it was a sight to see. Sweet was pouring from her brow and her shirt had worked its way up so that you could see the bottom of her bra. I figured ain’t no sense rushing to untie her, so I took my time checking her out with my eyes. She tugged at the ropes a few more times and realized it was hopeless.
She got smart and started getting real nice. She asked if we were both all right and if we had a good time swimming. She said she should have gone with us and that she was sorry. If I would untie her she would not say anything to my parents and all would be forgiven. I slowly reached across and untied one side and she remained very still. Maybe she meant it? I untied the other side and she took in a breath of air. She blew the air out to move the hair away from her eyes. She said Art real sexy and as I leaned over and said yes…she proceeds to slap the living shit out of me. She beat me to the floor in no time, cause I wasn’t about to hit her back. I just covered my head and let her punch me. I don’t know if my parents ever found out about this adventure, but fill certain she told the deacon. She never baby-sat us again.
Art Nalley
Redneck Heritage Network
@2005
