Message-ID: <41538asstr$1048993805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm> Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit MIME-Version: 1.0 From: "Georgie Porgie" <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm> X-Epoch: 1048965987 X-Sasl-enc: /2ioYlv/il4ULIObP4/CUQ X-Original-Message-ID: <20030329192627.5A3EF2DFF5@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 11:26:27 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 06: On the Flip Side {Georgie Porgie} (Bbg8 pedo bond exhib) Date: Sat, 29 Mar 2003 22:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41538> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate 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 ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() "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. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie. All rights reserved. It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the following conditions are met: 1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged. 2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged. 3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it. 4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion. 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. It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the following conditions are met: 1. The web site links ONLY to: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers that would otherwise be required. or 1. The web site provides FREE access to the story without restriction (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee), 2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and 3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www 4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() 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. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() 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. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www -- Georgie Porgie georgieporgie@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Consolidate POP email and Hotmail in one place -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+