Chained and Spanked MotherChapter 13
It took less than a minute for the two boys to shackle her wrists and ankles to special boards on pivots. They fastened the separating chains to hooks on the boards, to cinch her tight to the bench. Joan found herself bound firm to the device. The soft, fur shackles lied about her comfort. They held her as sturdy as any iron equivalent. “First, I’m going to cut off your dress.” Robert pulled a large pair of industrial shears from the wall. “Please, Robert, you’ve ruined three of them...