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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 06: On the Flip Side {Georgie Porgie} (Bbg8 pedo bond exhib)
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business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

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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 Six: On the Flip Side

Blindfolded, Marie plays a daring and very naughty game of pretense.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

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


                    Chapter Six: On the Flip Side

I lay on the lower bunk of my bunkbed, on top of my covers all bright
with daffodils, up in my bedroom in the attic.  The sun filtered in
through a skylight on the sloping south ceiling, lighting up the whole
room brightly, except for the part lit by the lamp by the stairs.  The
sun hadn't begun to shine in the west window with its bright yellow
curtains yet, and wouldn't for a few hours yet, since it wasn't quite
eleven on a sunday morning in late summer.

My nearest neighbor, Rusty, knelt on the bed on one side of me, and his
big brother, Darren, knelt by my other side.  I lay on my bed, with a
boy on each side, looking back and forth.  Of course I know that doesn't
sound naughty at all, but it was.

Why?  Well, I was supposed to be sick, that's why my parents had let me
stay home from church, but I didn't feel sick anymore.  And those boys
weren't supposed to be there, because my parents weren't home.  And I
wasn't supposed to play with those boys at all, let alone in my bedroom.
Plus, I only had on a light silk nightgown, and some panties, because it
was hot in my bedroom the night before.  I knew that good girls didn't
let boys see them like that.  Even naughtier, they had my wrists tied
together with a thin leather belt, the other end of which kept my wrists
close to the headboard, and they were working on tying me up the rest of
the way.  And to top off all of that, I wasn't stopping them.

"She needs a blindfold," Darren observed.

"You'll cover up my freckles," I noted.  I didn't have many, and they
were only little ones, but I knew guys thought they were cute, because
Unky Luke always told me so.

"Big deal!" he retorted.  He didn't seem to care about my freckles.

"I won't look," I volunteered.

"Huh?" Darren asked.

"I'll keep my eyes closed," I said.

"There's nothing you could look at, that would matter if you saw it," he
huffed.  "It's just that the blindfold goes with being tied up."

"It didn't last time," I objected, unconvinced, referring to when the
boys tied me face down and gave me a chance to untie myself, and then
gagged me and spanked me when I couldn't.  I didn't see why a blindfold
would be necessary this time.

"Shut up, or I'll gag you again," he groaned.  Instead of using the sock
I'd had in my mouth as a gag, he reached for the other knee-length white
sock on the floor, that they'd taken off of me last time they'd tied me.
He shoved it under my neck, which was easier since my arms were bent.
He pulled it over my eyes, tied it loosely, slid the knot to my ear,
jerked it tight, then forced the knot under my head.  I couldn't see a
thing, just like he wanted it.  He must have had a reason why he wanted
to blindfold me, but he kept it to himself.

"Now you won't get to hear the stories my eyes tell," I chided the boys.
That was a little joke I had with my Unky Luke.  He loved my big brown
eyes, and he'd always said so every time he'd come over to play with me.
I missed him so much after he left, sometimes I cried about it.

"What in the world are you talking about, Marie?" Rusty asked, but he
didn't seem to care whether I answered.  I didn't expect either of the
boys to understand.

The boys took my ankles, same as they'd done the last time, and pulled
me away from the headboard, sliding me on the bed to tighten the belt on
my wrists and straighten my arms out beside my head.  They pulled hard,
until the belt began to pinch into my wrists uncomfortably.

My long brown hair flooded out into a stream behind my head as I slid.
Just as it did the first time they'd tied me, my pink silk dancing bunny
nightgown stayed where it was on the bed, and I slid out of it, so the
back of it rode up to my neck, and I felt my bare back sliding along the
covers of my bed.  The front of my nightgown slid up to the middle of my
tummy.  I knew the boys could see all of my panties again, the smooth
glossy white silk, the lacy pink trim, and my bare skin above and below.

Only this time, they saw the front, with the picture of a cute little
devil girl holding her arms in front of her bashfully, and blushing.
With her little horns and tail, and her reddish skin all over, she was
just the opposite of the little angel girl on the other pair of panties
that Unky Luke had given me, but she was even cuter, he'd told me.  I
liked the angel better because she had on a pretty golden robe.  Well,
she mostly had it on, anyway.  Mommy didn't like it, even though it was
an angel.  She didn't say so, but I saw her frowning at it when I opened
my present and showed it to her.  The little devil girl on the panties I
had on that morning wasn't wearing any clothes at all.  Mommy frowned at
it even more than the angel, but since nobody would ever see it but me,
she didn't stop me from wearing them.  Not even Daddy ever saw my angel
and devil panties.  Only Unky Luke had ever seen me wearing them before,
on Christmas day, when I tried on both of them for him so he could make
sure they fit.

But now Darren and Rusty, my closest neighbors, naughty boys who never
even went to church and probably didn't know anything about angels or
devils, could see the front of my panties while they tied me up.  Even
though I was blindfolded, I knew they couldn't resist looking, and it
thrilled me to lay there and let them see.

I wondered what they thought of the girl being naked.  They seemed to
think it was funny, or something else was funny, from all the laughing
they did.  I heard the boys snickering out loud as they pulled my legs
wide apart and pulled the straps from my ankles out to the side rails of
my bed for the second time that morning.

'Oh!' I thought, 'They can probably see my belly button!'

That was another thing I was never ever supposed to let any boys see,
even more than my panties, yet there I was, laying with my arms tied up
to the head of my bed, letting the boys tie my ankles out to the sides
of the bed, and all the while, they could see my belly button!  That's
what they must have been laughing about, not the naked little devil girl
on the front of my panties, even though she had her belly button showing
just as much as I did.

They finished tying me up, tightening the straps so my heels pressed
against the tops of the round metal rails on the sides of my bed.  My
legs were spread out wider than they'd been the previous time.  I felt
stretched to the limit, with my arms straight up to the headboard, my
legs almost straight out to the side, and my knees a little bent.  Just
to make sure I was tied tight, the boys pulled on my ankles, down toward
the foot of the bed, to slide the straps along the rails just a little
bit more.  That made my legs more of a Y shape, straightening them out,
but I felt even more helpless.  I was sure my tummy was tight enough for
my ribs to show, just like they did whenever I swung upside-down from
the climbing bars out on my new playground.

"Alright, you have ten minutes again," Darren informed me.  "We might
give you extra time like we did before," he added, "or we might not, so
don't count on it."

"Don't go away!" Rusty teased me.  "We'll be back in ten!"  He sounded
close, like he was right above me, but of course I couldn't be sure.
Footsteps clomped down the stairway from my bedroom to the rest of the
house, but then, curiously, they stopped.

'They're coming back,' I thought, 'and they don't want me to know it.'

That explained why Darren had insisted on having my eyes covered up.
Nothing to see, ha!  I would have seen them sneaking back into my room.
They weren't very good at it, or they would have gone all the way to the
front door, opened and closed it, then come back up quietly, not just
down one stairway clomping too loudly.  I knew that trick already from
the times Cindy Graymont had tried it on me.  If I was right, I'd hear
the second-to-last step on the stairway creak when the boys came back.

Cindy was my best friend.  We both went to school in Chenoa together.
We were in the same grade of course, though she was four months younger
than I was, since her birthday was in March.  She lived on a big farm,
but not as big as mine, a few miles north of me.  Her town had been
named for her great-grand-daddy just like mine was, except Cindy got the
same last name, which I didn't.  Lucky her.  She came over to play with
me sometimes, and sometimes I went over to play with her, which was fine
with our parents since she came to our church all the time.  She was the
only other girl in my Sunday School class, so I was glad she was there.
As I was saying, she had tried that trick of clomping down the stairs a
couple of times when we played Hide-And-Seek, until she figured out it
wouldn't fool me one bit.

Ck.  Silence.  Ik-k.

That was it, the second-to-last step from the top of the stairs, only
whoever had stepped on it caught himself almost in time.  Too late.  I
held my breath a few seconds, and heard a little shuffle.  I tried not
to smile, but it amused me that I'd caught them that easily.

I should have known.  What boy could have left so soon, when he had an
eight-year-old girl tied up to her bed?  Especially with my legs tied
out wide, and my nightgown up so far on my tummy that my panties and
even my belly button were showing plain as day?  Nobody!  Not in the
whole wide world!

Now that I knew they were looking at me again, I put on a little show.
I could wiggle up and down more than I could side to side, I discovered,
not that either one made any difference to the strong cloth straps or
the thin leather belt holding me in place.  I only did it to be naughty,
and give the boys something to see.  I knew it worked when I heard a
quiet laugh and a quick shush.  I had a hard time keeping from giggling,
so I kept squirming around as much as I could to disguise it in case I
did.  I acted like I was trying to get away, but the real reason I did
it was just to show off my belly button and panties to some boys!

I couldn't hear them, and I couldn't see with my sock wrapped around my
head, blindfolding me, but I had a pretty good idea where they probably
were.  The bed creaked like someone put some weight on it somewhere.  I
stopped squirming around so I could listen better.  I heard nothing, but
I wasn't surprised when I felt a cool breeze on my tummy and the gentle
caress of silk against my chest.  My nightgown floated up off of me and
it didn't come back down.

I lay there pretending nothing was happening, but I could feel the itty
bitty tug of the silk on my shoulders, and the coolness of nothing at
all against my chest.  The dancing bunnies on my nightgown danced in the
air over my head, upside-down, and my whole chest lay bare, from my neck
down to the delicate lacy pink trim on the waistband of my panties.

'Oh you naughty girl!' I scolded myself.  'Letting boys see your bare
tummy!  Naughty, naughty, naughty!!'

I bounced up and down a little more, and wiggled my bottom as much as I
could manage with my heels on the bright shiny bars running along each
side of my bed.  A tingling tenseness started in my tummy, like I was
nervous, except it felt good.

I just barely kept my smile hidden and my giggle quiet.  I wished they
had gagged me, too, to save me the trouble.  I thought about asking them
to gag me, but then they'd know I knew they were still there.  Besides,
if I did, they might not think gagging me was mean, so they'd never want
to do it ever again.  And I liked it.  Being gagged added to the fun of
being tied up.  I sighed.  I had to do without it unless they thought of
it themselves.

My excitement doubled when I felt the merest brush of silk against my
nose, then a little more, then some on my forehead, then it all stopped
moving.  I felt my breath warm against my cheeks, and when I moved my
head a little, I felt silk against my forehead again, so I knew the soft
silk covered my face completely.

I realized the boys must have laid my nightgown down, but why?  And why
over my face?  It wasn't to keep me from seeing something, because I had
my sock tied tightly around my head, blindfolding me.  It couldn't have
been to gag me, because they hadn't pulled it into my mouth.  So there
had to be a different reason.

When I thought about what the boys could see, and what they would be
looking at, I drew in a sharp breath.  My little dotties!  That was what
I called them, but I'd heard them called titties or nippies, too.  Now
I knew I was really being naughty, laying there and letting the boys see
something that not even the little devil girl dared to show to anyone.
Even she kept a hand over her dotties, even when she was bare naked.  I
felt so excited!  I was naughtier than I'd ever been before.  Naughtier
than anyone had ever been before, maybe.  Even though I was tied up, and
I couldn't have done anything to stop them anyway, I knew how naughty I
was for wanting them to see me like that.  I knew how much trouble I'd
be in if my parents found out.  Bushels and bushels of trouble!

Then I felt a little tug of the silk against my neck, and my shoulders.

Rusty, or maybe Darren, still couldn't get enough, and wanted to see
even more of me.  He pulled my nightgown up until it was against my
chin.  He slowly pulled it along my arms, baring most of my shoulders.
The boys didn't know I could feel my nightgown on my face, so I could
still act like it was laying on my tummy.  So far, I could, anyway,
because they hadn't pulled it from underneath me.  They'd pulled it up
everywhere it was loose, though, and as far as it could go, leaving it
covering only my face and upper arms.  My bare skin showed everywhere
else.

I began to feel little testing tugs all over the place.  Every couple of
seconds, I'd feel another little tug somewhere, trying to expose a tiny
bit more of my neck or arms, without pulling so hard that I'd notice, or
so they thought.

I lay there pretending nothing was happening, almost holding my breath.
The tingling in my tummy grew stronger.  I started to shiver, not from
cold, but from pure excitement.  I squirmed again, to make it look like
I was struggling to get untied, and also to feel the straps against my
ankles and the tight leather belt around my wrists.

In my squirming, I lifted a shoulder for a second, and to my surprise,
a quick tug slid my nightgown up that shoulder further than it had ever
been before.  As a test, I lifted my other shoulder, pretending to pull
hard against the belt around my wrists, and the same thing happened.  I
raised the first shoulder again, and a little tug moved my nightgown up
a little bit more.  Thinking, I tilted my head back as far as I could,
and pushed down against the bed, loosening up the circle of silk on my
neck.  When I relaxed, I could tell someone had moved it further up.  I
wiggled and squirmed, twisting from side to side, pretending to strain
against my bonds, but always in a way that raised part of me away from
the bed, a part that was still covered, until then.  I realized I was
helping them take my nightgown off of me!  If the boys pulled it up much
further, it would come off over my head.

Then the first shock hit me.  That was just what they wanted!  Darren
and Rusty wanted to have me laying there on my bed, bound hand and foot,
wearing just my panties, with my nightgown around my wrists, and if they
could manage to get it there without me noticing, they would!

Another realization hit me, even more shocking to the innocent little
girl who had awakened in that very bed that morning.  That was just what
I wanted, too!  I wanted Darren and Rusty to have me laying there on my
bed, bound hand and foot, wearing just my panties, with my nightgown
around my wrists, and if I could help them to get it there without them
catching on to me, I would!

I squirmed wildly, as if in desperation to get out of the snare the boys
had left me in.  I accidentally bumped one of the boys with my elbow and
suddenly they both backed off and waited, not getting near me for fear
the touch had made me suspicious.  I slowed down then, acting tired, and
the boys resumed plucking and tugging as I gave them opportunities.  In
one action, I lifted my head and both shoulders off the bed, slightly,
held myself up as long as I could, then I lowered myself back down as if
in defeat.  My shoulders missed the touch of silk.  Not long after, I
felt cool air on one elbow, then my chin, then on my other elbow a few
seconds later.  It wouldn't take much more, and the boys would be able
to take it the rest of the way without any resistance or any further
help from me.

The biggest problem was they had forgotten to unbutton all the buttons
on the front of my nightgown, and now they couldn't get at them without
pulling my nightgown back down, and they couldn't get it past my face
without such rough contact I couldn't have pretended not to feel it.

There was only one solution that I could see.  I nibbled at the button
that was still buttoned, got it into my mouth, and bit it off, being
very careful not to swallow it.  I pushed it out the side of my mouth
with my tongue and felt it roll off my cheek and past my neck.  If they
found it, they might wonder how it came off, but they couldn't know it
was my doing.  For awhile I felt bad about doing that to my nightgown,
but I thought it was worth it, as long as Mommy didn't get too mad about
it when she found out.

A few seconds later, they saw the neck loosening up, and pulled it even
further apart.  I felt it brush against my nose, then my forehead, then
finally my face came out into the open and I could breathe freely.  One
of them clumsily pulled my hair trying to pull my nightgown too far too
fast, but I guess he didn't notice, so I pretended that I didn't feel it
either.

I arched upward again, holding my arms away from my head, pretending
to pull both ways against the belt.  That gave the boys just the chance
they'd been waiting for, and two quick tugs on each side gave me silk
handcuffs, then even that was gone.  Success!!  No more dancing bunnies
for me!

There I lay, a slender brown-haired eight-year-old girl, on my bed, in
my bedroom, with my wrists belted and my ankles strapped, a long white
sock tied over my eyes, a thin pair of white silk panties in the middle,
and absolutely nothing at all covering anything else.  Bare arms, bare
neck, bare shoulders, bare dotties, bare chest stretched tightly enough
to make my ribs stand out, bare tummy, bare belly button, my bare legs
spread wide, I even had bare feet!  The neighbor boys saw it all!

The tingling in my tummy grew again.  Shivers ran up and down my arms
and my legs as I lay there.  It was the most fun I'd ever had in my
life.

'You naughty naughty naughty naughty naughty naughty girl!!' I shouted
at myself in mock anger, supressing a giggle as I did so.  'You just
wait until your father gets home!  You'll get a spanking you'll never
forget!'

When I thought the word 'spanking' a third shock hit me.  I remembered
that if I didn't get untied this time, Darren was going to spank my bare
bottom for real, and use that stick, and probably make me ask for it
again.  The fact was, the boys could already do whatever they wanted,
and I couldn't have stopped them from pulling my nightgown up off my
head and all the way up to my tied wrists, if they wanted to.  They
hadn't needed my help, when it came down to it, and they wouldn't need
my help for the spanking still in my future if I didn't do something
about it real quick.

Suddenly, I drew in my breath and held very very still.  I thought I'd
felt my panties moving.  And that could only mean one thing.  The boys
were moving them.  Or trying to move them, anyway.  I didn't feel any
movement as I held rigid for a long while, letting my breath out very
slowly.  Maybe I'd just imagined it.

No, there it was again!  I felt the waistband of my panties tug against
my skin on the left side, for just a moment, then the feeling was gone.
There it was again!  A little twitch, then another one.  Somebody, no,
make that two sombodies, were messing with my panties.  Slowly it dawned
on me that I couldn't feel the waistband at all, anywhere in front, only
in the back, where it felt tighter than usual.

'Uhh ohh!  What are they doing!!?'  I was afraid to answer the question.

I told myself they wouldn't dare, but the evidence of my senses told me
they not only would, but they were daring at that very moment.  I felt
a tug of the waistband against my left and right sides at the same time.
The back of the waistband stretched against my skin even harder.

I knew what Darren and Rusty were doing, yes I knew.  But I didn't know
what I was going to do about it.

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