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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 04: Not All I Hoped {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo bond exhib spank)
Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 16:10:04 -0500
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       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
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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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                   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 Four: Not All I Hoped

Marie finds out what it's like to get spanked, or so she thinks.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

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


                    Chapter Four: Not All I Hoped

"I want to spank her first!" Rusty demanded, with a trace of pleading.

"Okay, you go first," Darren agreed.  As the bigger of the two brothers
by four years, he could have claimed the right to be the first one to
spank me, but he didn't.  "Where did you leave the switch?" he asked.

The question baffled me, since the light was already on in my attic
bedroom.  Everything was well lit up, and besides, how could he have
taken the switch anywhere?

"Here it is," Rusty answered.  "What do you think of this, Marie?"  He
pushed his hand under my chin to lift my head off the bed, and showed me
an object, holding it in front of my face for a few seconds.  It was a
thin branch freshly cut from a weeping willow tree, with all the leaves
and most of the bark stripped off of it.  It was light and springy, as
you would expect something willowy to be, almost as thick as a pencil
and about as long as his forearm.  It looked wicked.

Then I remembered hearing that another girl was going to be 'switched'
for being naughty.  At the time, I thought that meant she was going to
be traded for a different kid, but she was still there, still the same
girl, the next day.  Only, she sat at her desk strangely, and wouldn't
talk to anyone about it.  Being switched must be like being paddled,
only not with a paddle, but a switch, I decided.

'So that's what he's going to spank me with,' I cringed.

With my knee-length white sock in my mouth and tied around my head as a
gag, naturally I didn't say anything, I just looked at the switch, then
at Rusty.  He had a look of anticipation as he watched for my reaction.
My eyes must have said I was a little scared.  To tell the truth, I was.
Sure, I had decided to play along with the game, and let the boys spank
me so I could find out what a spanking was like, but I still wasn't sure
about all this, especially after Darren had gagged me.  Well, it didn't
matter, there was nothing I could do to stop them anymore.

Rusty moved back so he was closer to my bottom.  I turned my head as far
as I could to watch him, which wasn't far, since my wrists were still
tightly bound to the headboard of my bunkbed by a thin leather belt, and
my arms were on either side of my head.  All I could see was his left
shoulder, which told me nothing since he had the switch in his right
hand.

Even if I'd been able to see him about to swing, I couldn't have moved
my bottom to avoid it.  My ankles were tied with the straps from my blue
coveralls.  I wore them every wednesday when I had to do farm chores on
my daddy's farm for a whole hour, but I'd never worn them tied around my
ankles before, let alone had them tied to the side rails of my bed to
keep my legs spread out wide.  But I'd never played Tie-Up before then,
either, never let two big boys tie me up to my bed, had never even let
anyone come in when I was all alone in the house, before.  They'd tied
me up nice and tight, that was for sure.  No, I could squirm and wiggle
around, and I did, but my bottom wasn't going anywhere.  I knew it, and
Darren knew it, and Rusty holding that switch knew it.

Also, my bottom was covered only by a thin pair of white silk panties,
the ones with a picture of a blushing devil girl on the front, and the
words "I'm a Little Devil" across my bottom on the back, right where
Rusty's eyes were surely looking at that moment.  Darren's eyes were
probably glued to my panties too, unless he was looking at my pink silk
'dancing bunnies' nightgown that one of the boys had left laying around
my shoulders, or my bare back, or any of the rest of me, since I had on
nothing at all from my neck down to my ankles, except for those devil
panties!

I felt awfully naughty and awfully excited just thinking about how much
of my bare body I was letting the boys see.  I wasn't even supposed to
let boys see my panties at all, ever, not even a little part of them,
not even for a second, or my parents would punish me.  But when I felt
Darren and Rusty pulling up my nightgown, and knew they were looking at
all of my panties, and my bare skin all the way to my neck, for a long
long time, it only made me giddy with delight.  I wasn't a good girl
anymore, and I loved it.

'You deserve to be spanked for being so naughty!' I teased myself.

The boy about to spank me was in my class in school.  He was old enough
to be in fourth grade, but he'd been held back for some reason, and had
to repeat third grade again.  Some girls said it was because he'd gotten
into so much trouble the year before, but that didn't make any sense to
me.  If he was such a big pain, why would Mrs. Grissom let him stay in
her class for another year?

"Aaaiihhhwwwww!!"  I found I could make noise in spite of the sock in my
mouth.  Speaking of what a big pain Rusty was!  The first ever smack on
my soft tender bottom was so sudden it took me completely by surprise.
Oww, it stung!!

"Eeeaaahwww!" I whimpered when the second blow hit a couple of seconds
later.  "Aaahhhwww!  Iiiaaahhh!  Uuuhwwww!" I moaned again every few
seconds, as Rusty landed blow after blow.  I tensed my legs and pulled
and twisted, as I tried to get my bottom out of the path of the switch,
but I was as helpless as... well... as an eight-year-old girl bound hand
and foot to her bed, and gagged.  I didn't have to pretend it hurt, to
make the boys think they were being mean to me.  It definitely hurt!
"Eeeeahhh!  Aaaaeeehhh!!" I whimpered at the sixth and seventh assault
on my twitching bottom.

The moment I lost count, it stopped.  I hadn't cried, but I was close to
it, gasping and still whimpering a little.

"I said that's enough," Darren insisted.  When had he said anything?  I
must have missed it, my attention being diverted to other more demanding
sensations at the time.

"Aww, come on!" Rusty complained.  He sounded awfully disappointed.

I realized, despite the stinging pain in my bottom, which was already
fading, I was also disappointed.  That was it??  What was the big deal?
Was that all there was to it?  Even I, the one who had been getting the
spanking, thought it was over too soon.

Darren moved beside Rusty, and spoke with him in a low voice.  They
turned their backs to me and spoke quietly for awhile.  I didn't catch
everything they said, but I could hear better than they thought, or they
wouldn't have let me hear any of it.

"But I won't get another turn unless she lets us tie her up again!  And
she won't let us.  No way, not after you spank her with yours!" Rusty
protested, clearly irritated.

"She might," Darren responded, but sounding a little unsure.

"And what if she tells on us?  If we get in trouble for this, I want to
get a lot more for it than what I got!" Rusty added.

"Look, her parents aren't coming back for hours.  We'll have plenty of
time," Darren assured him.  "And we won't let..." he continued, but I
missed the last part.  Maybe they weren't going to let me do something?
Or they weren't going to let me go, or wouldn't let my parents in, or
what?

"What about her telling on us?" Rusty wanted to know, his confidence in
his big brother wavering.

"How can she tell on us?  If she does, then we..." something long and
drawn out and secret enough to whisper, then "... Marie wouldn't want
that to happen, would she?" Darren snickered.

Rusty laughed, and said something ending "...their little priiiiincess!
Okay, then, but it better work."

So, they were still worried about me telling on them, that's why Darren
had made Rusty stop spanking me, it seemed.  But he had some idea in
mind to keep me from telling, so all I had to do was go along, and make
them think it worked.

They turned back and took positions on either side of me.  Rusty again
lifted my chin to see my face.  My eyes were moist from the spanking
that had almost made me cry, and I wondered how he liked the story they
now told him.  A few tears had escaped onto my lightly freckled cheeks.
If boys were mean, as the other girl had said last year, and they liked
doing things to girls that they thought the girls didn't like, he must
have enjoyed what he saw.  His grin confirmed it.  When he turned my
head toward Darren, there I saw another grin, revealing amusement and
excitement at having me tied up helpless, gagged, and almost crying.
My being in only my nightgown and panties was part of it too, naturally.

Little did they know that their captive was as excited and as amused as
they were, for almost the same reasons.

"Did you hear any of that, Marie?" Rusty asked, pulling my face back
toward him.

I couldn't answer, so I shook my head.  It didn't matter if I'd heard
them or not, really.  They were still going to do whatever they wanted,
at least as long as I was tied up and gagged.  Darren had been right.
My parents weren't going to be back for hours, and the boys knew it.

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