Uplifting punishment

My punishment had been well planned and was being executed with precision.  My crime had not been great, a minor indiscretion, but I was being made to pay and no mistake. 

There was very little breeze but by now the cloud of balloons towering above me had grown so large that the zephyrs that did exist were able to take hold and move them considerably.  As the balloons moved, so did I, pivoting this way and that on my feet.  The ropes that ended in the padded cuffs securing my ankles together were, in turn, attached to her car and prevented me from making my escape, noisy and spectacular as it would have been with my nudity and the attached balloons, on foot. 

The largest of the clutch, two weather balloons, were attached to cuffs on my wrists.  Together with a half dozen other large balloons they tugged upward with such enthusiasm that I was prevented from bringing my arms down to unbuckle the harness or attend to untying my feet.  These weather balloons had been attached first.  I had been a willing participant at that point, and fully clothed.