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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 01: Letting the Boys In {Georgie Porgie} (Bbg8 pedo bond exhib)
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

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                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

This fantasy involves two boys (age 13 and 9) and a girl (age 8),
bondage and exposure of the half-willing girl, gradually getting
naughtier and naughtier until the boys take it way beyond what she
wants.  It is complete in 11 chapters, with more "books" planned.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.
The location was chosen at random and researched very little, and has no
relationship to any real or imaginary person associated with that real
location.

                   Chapter One: Letting the Boys In

Marie lets the neighbor boys in, knowing she shouldn't, then agrees to
play Tie-Up with them, and agrees to be the first one tied up.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

                         by Marie Benoughtie
                    (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                           2 January, 2003


                   Chapter One: Letting the Boys In

"I don't feel so good, Mommy," I complained.  "I feel a little dizzy."

How could such a statement make such a drastic difference in the way my
whole Sunday morning went after that?  How could it affect so many days
and weeks and months that followed?  Perhaps I felt dizzy from standing
on the brink of fate, but then which caused which?  I could have said
nothing, and gone to church like always, and the story of my life would
have read 'Marie was a good girl.  The end.'  That's not how the story
goes.

She felt my forehead, like she always did, and declared I felt a little
hot, but not too bad.  My parents discussed my illness, if that's what
it was, and came to the conclusion that I should stay home and rest, to
ensure I would be well for the first day of school tomorrow.  However,
they didn't want to miss church themselves.  They never missed church.
Daddy had to pass around the collection, and Mommy played the organ, so
they had to be there.

They decided it wouldn't hurt to leave me alone at home for a few hours
until they got back.  After all, I told them, I was eight years old, big
enough they didn't have to watch me all the time.  They made me promise
to stay inside.  I didn't mind, since I didn't want to go out anyway.

Minutes after they left, Darren and Rusty rang the porch doorbell.  They
weren't surprised to see me.  They said they'd seen my parents leave for
church without me, and they came over to see if I wanted to come out to
play.  But they were a little surprised I was still in my nightgown, and
disappointed when I said I couldn't come out.  Darren and Rusty were the
neighbor boys, who lived less than half a mile away.  That's neighbors
out here in the country, since they lived on the closest farm to mine.
They never had to go to church, so they could do what they wanted all
sunday long.  Rusty was in my grade in school, even though he was a year
older, and I didn't like him much, but it was better to play with him
than nobody at all.  Darren was his big brother, several years older and
going into eighth grade.  He was usually nicer to me than Rusty was, but
sometimes he acted really strange.

They'd come all the way over to play with me, and they looked so sad
that I couldn't come out that I felt bad about it, so I said they could
come in, if they wanted.  They did, and we went upstairs to the game
room.

I felt more than just a little naughty, letting the boys come in when
my parents weren't home, and me still dressed in my nightgown.  I was
a little embarassed, too.  Because it had been a hot day the day before,
and my bedroom was always the hottest room in the house, I'd worn the
lightest nightgown I had, my pink silk nightgown with the white lace
that came down to just below my panties when I stood up straight.  It
had little bunnies dancing all over it, but I knew the boys would be
able to see through it and see my panties if I stood between them and
any light.  I thought about doing it on purpose and pretending I didn't
know.  I didn't dare, but the boys walked behind me on the way up to
the game room, and I figured they probably saw my panties a few times.
The thought made me feel even naughtier.

I lived in a big two-storey white stucco house, just me and my parents,
and since their bedroom was the biggest room on the first floor facing
the south lawn, and mine was up in the attic, the whole second floor
wasn't used for much.  One room was a game room and the others were
mostly storage or guest bedrooms.

We played Checkers a while, but it wasn't much fun, two playing and the
other having to just sit and watch, and none of us liked Checkers much
to begin with.  Then Darren asked if anyone wanted to play Tie-Up.  I'd
never heard of it before, but it had to be more fun than Checkers, and
it was better than them getting bored and leaving me alone again, so I
said okay and asked how to play.

"One person gets tied up by the others, then tries to get untied,"
Darren explained.  "Who should we tie up first?"

"You've never played it before, Marie, so I think we should tie you up
first, okay?" Rusty asked.

"Well, okay," I agreed.  "What are you going to tie me with?"

The boys looked around and didn't see anything to use in the game room.
"Let's go to your bedroom, and see if we can find something there,"
Darren said.

So we all went upstairs into the attic, which was my bedroom, being the
whole attic.  It wasn't as bad as it sounds.  I've seen other people's
attics, dark dusty places they only use to store junk they never use.
This was a real room, with a large window facing west and walls covered
in fancy flowery wallpaper.  It had a big bed in the middle of the room,
a bunkbed my parents got because they didn't want to have to get a new
bed if they ever had another kid, which they never did.  I could sleep
on either bed I wanted, top or bottom.  It was a nice room, and I liked
it.  Once again, the boys followed me up the stairs, and I had a good
idea what they were looking at, especially when Rusty pretended to fall,
but I didn't say anything.  I just felt even naughtier.  We all started
looking around my bedroom for something to tie me up with.

"These will work great!" Rusty cheered, when he saw my hair ribbons on
my dresser.  I almost always wore ribbons in my hair, after my uncle
kidded me about having such ugly long brown hair that I should hide it
with ribbons.  I knew he meant it was beautiful and the ribbons would
make it even more beautiful, so I asked him to get me ribbons in all
different colors.  He did, and I hung them all from the mirror on my
dresser.  Those were the ribbons Rusty was about to grab.

"No, if we tied them loose, they'd just slip and be too easy to untie,"
Darren objected, "and if we tied them tight it would crinkle them all up
and she couldn't use them for anything else anymore.  She'd probably get
in trouble for ruining them when her parents found out."

"I don't want to get in any trouble," I informed them, "so either find
something else or forget it."

"How about these?" Rusty asked, pulling a pair of my panties out of an
open dresser drawer.

"Put those back!" I shouted, grabbing them from him and stuffing them
back in the drawer and shutting it fast.  They were my favorite ones,
with a picture of an angel on the front and "I'm a Little Angel" in gold
on the back.  I didn't want him to ruin my favorite pair of panties even
if my parents didn't find out.

"These will do," Darren declared, pulling the thin black leather belt
out of the loops of a red velvet skirt in the open closet, and taking
the straps off the coveralls that I wear when doing chores on the farm.
"For now, anyway.  Lay down on the bed," he directed me.

I sat down, then turned and lay flat, face down.  I felt the boys take
my arms and pull them up beside my ears.  I turned my head so I could
breathe.  They held my wrists together and wrapped the belt around them,
pulling it tight.  It started to pinch, and I flinched a little.  Rusty
chuckled at that, but Darren let it loosen up a bit before wrapping the
loose end once around the first loop and tying it to hold it in place.
Then he and Rusty lifted me a little and pulled me toward the head of
the bed until my hands were close enough to wrap the rest of the belt
around a rod in the middle of the headboard.  Darren tied the belt to
itself, and he was done.  My wrists were tied together, and tied to the
bed, by a thin leather belt.

"It won't stay tight.  It'll be too easy to untie," Rusty complained.

"Let's pull her back down until it tightens up," Darren suggested.

I felt the boys each take an ankle.  They pulled me back toward the foot
of the bed, sliding me along.  As I slid, I noticed that the front of my
nightgown stayed right where it was, and I was sliding out of it.  That
was when I first realized what I was doing.  I was alone in my bedroom
with two big boys, alone in the whole house in fact, wearing only a very
thin nightgown, panties, and socks, and I was letting those two boys tie
me up to my bed.  And I was absolutely positive that they could see the
whole back of my panties.  When I felt my nightgown come up past the
waistband, I knew they could even see part of my bare back.  I knew that
a good girl would tell the boys to stop.  As for me, I said nothing.  A
thrill of excitement shot through me like I'd never felt before, making
me shiver.

"Take this, and tie it around her ankle," Darren ordered, handing Rusty
one of the straps from my coveralls.  I could hear the strain in his
voice, a blend of nervousness and excitement.  "Pull her sock down out
of the way first," he corrected, sounding even more nervous.  He took a
deep breath.

I could hear Rusty breathing strangely also, so I knew he was just as
nervous, and just as excited, as Darren.  I felt my socks slip down past
my ankles, then the tingle of coolness on the soles of my feet as the
boys pulled my socks the rest of the way off.  I wiggled my bare toes.

"Stop that," Darren said.  "You have to hold still until we're done."
They worked on tying the cloth straps around my ankles.  They didn't
have any more complaints about the obedient little girl between them.

It felt very strange and very exciting to me, too, to just lay there
with my wrists tied up, letting the neighbor boys pull off half of my
clothes, even if it was just my feet getting exposed.  I imagined what
they could see, and suddenly I remembered which pair of panties I had
on.  I gasped.  Another shiver of excitement ran through me.  Along with
my light silky nightgown, I had on a pair of white silk panties that
said "I'm a Little Devil" right across my bottom, right where the boys
could see.  But I just lay there letting them tie my ankles, feeling
awfully nervous and wonderfully excited at the same time.

The straps weren't long enough to reach the rods on the footboard, so
they pulled my legs out to the side, further and further, until they
could tie the straps to the rails running along the side of the bed.
It was their only choice, really, so I couldn't object unless I wanted
to stop them from tying my ankles at all, and if I did that, they might
untie me completely.  I didn't want them to stop.  Besides, I really
wanted them to spread my legs apart just like that.  I almost helped
them do it, except I had a feeling I might get in trouble if my parents
found out I had let them tie me up, and even worse trouble for helping
them do it.  So I just lay there and let the boys stretch my legs and
tighten the straps down.  I was helpless, and very improperly dressed,
and I wanted it that way, I was sure of it.  But I wasn't sure why.

"Try to get loose now," Darren said.

I pulled on the belt holding my wrists, and twisted a little against the
straps holding my ankles, but nothing changed.  I didn't try very hard,
but it sure felt to me like it wouldn't have mattered anyway.  They had
tied me up good and tight.  I knew I wasn't going anywhere until they
decided to untie me.  I didn't want them thinking that I wasn't going to
try, though, so I kept twisting and pulling.  After a minute or so, it
was obvious to everyone that I had no chance of getting loose.  I still
wondered what the boys were going to do now that I was tied.  I hoped
for them to do something.  I didn't know what.  I knew they wanted to do
something, but they were scared to do it, and I wondered what it was.

At last, Darren spoke.  "Now, the second rule of Tie-Up is, if you don't
get yourself untied in ten minutes, we get to spank you," he explained.

"Spank me?" I gasped.  Nobody had ever spanked me.  My parents were very
strict and punished me for all sorts of things, but they didn't believe
in spankings.  I knew as soon as he said it, that I was going to get a
spanking for the first time in my life.  There was no way I could have
untied myself in ten days, let alone ten minutes.  I was going to get it
for sure.  I wondered what it would be like when they spanked me.  Then
I remembered that my panties were the only thing between my bottom and
the boys.  I wouldn't even be able to get my hands in the way, either.

"You have ten minutes to get loose, Marie," Darren chuckled.  He added
"We're going to go get something better to use to tie you with.  We'll
be back in about ten minutes."  They turned, moved to the top of the
stairs, and looked back toward me.

There I lay, face down on my bed, with my wrists wrapped tightly in a
thin black belt stretched to the headboard, my ankles strapped out wide
to the side rails of my bed, my light pink silk nightgown bunched up
around the middle of my back, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" in bold
red letters on lacy white silk across my never-been-spanked bottom.

Rusty grinned and teased me with one final thought for me to ponder as I
lay there waiting.  "Remember, Marie, if you're not untied when we get
back... WHAPP!!  See you sooooooooon!"

The boys rushed down the stairs, laughing, and were gone.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
-- 
  Georgie Porgie
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