Zoned OW-t

As you lay there, looking up at the screen as you lay on the pillows Nat arraigned, a thought occurs to you; You've been trying too hard. I mean, you should be trying hard. But you're too in-your-own-head. You need to not think about it so much, get in the zone. Which, to be fair, is a lot easier when you aren't trussed up like this, with your sister using you as a seat.

But, you are in a fairly relaxed position. You can see the screen without having to hold your head up. Your hands are in an awkward position, but they can still grip the controller well enough while your arms relax. Your legs... are being kept in place, at least. You exhale, relieving the tension in your body as you do, letting your eyes lazily focus on the screen as you do.

It's not a great start. You miss the starting line boost, but don't fall too far behind. You try not to let that get to you though. You try and push everything out of your mind - nothing but the course ahead of you and the next character to pass.

It works, for a time. Boost plate over jump, wiping out some AI character as you land. Powerslide over a gravel pit to cut the chicane without losing too much speed. Snipe another AI character with a Red Hare, then keep them stun-locked with the other two as you close the distance. You go another lap before you realise you haven't overtaken anyone. Chancing a glance to the corner of the screen, you realise you're in first! And Natalie's in second. Not far behind you. And all of a sudden, you're not so relaxed anymore.

You can't help but keep glancing down at Nat's screen now, looking at where she's placed and trying to anticipate her moves. You see her veer off to one side of the course, clearly intending to pick up a lone power-up crate, and swerve to pick it up yourself. It gives you an ink blast. You use it reflexively, but it proves not all that useful at slowing Nat, considering it just blocks players views, and you're in a straight section. The lost time lets Nat get right up behind you, though.

Your pulse quickens again. You start to really notice Nat's weight on your legs. An itch crops up on your wrist. On your chest. On your foot. Another kind of itch in your crotch.

The road up ahead splits. Left path is quicker. Right path gives you a pick-up though. You dither, costing you crucial moments, before opting for the left path. Nat takes the right path. You brace for an impact that never comes - Luckily, she only gets a single boost pick-up, which only gets her back on your tail.

You just about stay ahead for another half a lap, before you hear it. BWOP-BWOP-BWOP. FUCKING BLUE HARE. You let out a squeal, muffled by the socks in your mouth. Thinking fast, you try slamming on the brakes and letting Natalie take first, then the shell. Unfortunately, she notices this, braking just after you, and just slowing her down enough for the shell to not re-target her. Your eyes glaze as you see her speed up again, while your character still flashes, signalling their reduced speed. With only a few corners remaining, you don't bother to start racing again - she's out of your eyeline before your character is able to get up to speed again. You drop the controller, lying there defeated.

Seconds later, Natalie finishes. Then you feel her lean forward, lying on top of you, her face close to your left ear. Her voice sends tingles down your neck, as she gloats:

"Aww, too bad. And you tried so hard!" She puts her hands on your shoulders as she gets to her feat, pushing up off of you. You sense her stand off to your side, then turning back towards you. "Well, c'mon, raise your ass up."

You don't move, at first. It takes you a moment to motivate yourself - partly because you're still getting over your loss, but mainly because you're worried about what's coming next. Reluctantly, you comply, bringing your legs up a little while arcing your back, raising yourself up in the air a little.

Not high enough in Natalie's opinion, though. Natalie grabs you by your hips and yanks you up and forward, your ass now pointing straight up in the air, curving your back further and bringing your legs right in. You worry about what she's going to do in this rather **** position, but can't help feel excited too.

She then reaches over to the sofa. She comes back with the narrow wire you used earlier, and start to worry - You can't exactly stop her when you're trussed up like this, what if she decides to punish you in kind for earlier? You squirm uneasily, and Natalie giggles at the impromptu show. She rests her hand on your back, feeling like something between reassurance and a threat, and you steady herself. Then she gets to work.

She starts by passing one piece of the cord between your arms and your back, then looping it back underneath you. Then she does that again. And again. And again, occasionally pausing to wrap the cord around itself, presumably to keep them bunched together. Eventually, she stops, and ties the ends of the cord together. You're left with, basically, a belt. It's tight around your waist, and a little high, but otherwise isn't really doing anything. You're a little bit confused as you sense Natalie leaving your side, not sure if she's done.

Then, you sense her again. Her hands around the top of your leggings, fingers wrapping just under the waist of them, nails brushing against your skin. Then, suddenly, the leggings are dragged down, exposing your panties to her. Shocked, you try to scramble away, but soon feel her hand back on your shoulder, forceful this time.

"A-a-ah, you didn't do what I said." You notice some malevolence in her voice as you feel her other hand rest on your rump. Multiple feelings wash over you - anxiety over what she's going to do, arousal over her hand placement and your submissive pose, and embarassment over your underwear choice (a comfy but old cotton pair of panties) and her possibly noticing the dampness between your legs.

The first slap elicits a squeal of surprise from you. You're quieter for the next few. You try to endure, keeping your eyes fixed on the screen as the winner does their victory lap. The slaps aren't particularly hard. But she's concentrating on the one cheek, and they're stacking up. By the... you're not sure, 10th, 15th, it's really starting to sting. Tears are starting to cloud your eyes. Each groan is more of a whimper. She changes cheek, but your vocalizations stay closer to cries than grunts. Your position and gag make it hard to breathe in between these involuntary sounds.

Both sides of your ass are pretty sore when she decides to take a break. A faint breeze blows over you, soothing your behind a little, and sending a wave of sensation through you. The lump of anxiety in the pit of your stomach grows stronger, and the warmth from between your legs increases. It's all overwhelming you - the feeling of constriction from your bindings, the vulnerability and submissiveness of your pose, the sensation of the pain and pleasure.

Then you feel her hand, just... resting, on your behind. You freeze up. There's something ominous about it. Her touch grows lighter, her fingertips circle around the base of your back, before travelling lower. You flinch, but Natalie's other hand grips you tighter, putting more pressure on your shoulder to keep you from moving. You feel it trace lower and lower through the fabric, barely perceptible until she reaches your pussy lips, stroking once up, then down... and then spanking you again, hard. You yelp, loudly.

"Oh, you dirty girl," she says in a deep, sensual voice. Then she hits you again, much harder this time, her blow stinging all that more on your already sore ass. You half-moan, half-yelp again, a tear edging out of your eye as you sense Natalie moving away from you again.

You're a little bit surprised to feel your leggings move again, Natalie gently rolling them back into place as you remain in position, trying to compose yourself, getting your breath back. You then feel a gentle pressure on the small of your back. You get the message - Natalie wants you to lie back down, but not touching your rear for... obvious reasons. You do, slowly sliding back into your old position. Natalie passes your controller back to you, careful not to touch your rear, but as you grasp the old piece of plastic, you realise that it's going to be awkward to hold it without resting it against something that's now a bit tender. Meanwhile, Natalie decides to sit next to you, albeit resting her elbow on your back, still... well, you're not sure if it's an attempt to annoy you, or display dominance, or what, but it still does both to you, keeping your mind on the fact that she can keep doing stuff to you that you don't really want.

Either way, she hits the "Next game," button, and...