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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 07: Wide Narrow Escape {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo bond exhib threat)
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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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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
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   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
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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.

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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 Seven: Wide Narrow Escape

Circumstances save her, and Marie gets more time to think about what
will or might happen to her.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

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


                  Chapter Seven: Wide Narrow Escape

'They're pulling my panties down!'

The thought screamed through my head under its own power, creating
tremors in my arms and legs from the force of it, despite their being
securely tied to my bed.

They were!  A nine-year-old boy who would be in my class in school
tomorrow, and his thirteen-year-old big brother, were leaning over my
helpless form at that very moment, and pulling my panties down!  The
front of my panties!  I felt the waistband tugging at my sides, but I
couldn't feel it at all around my belly.  And those panties were all
I was wearing, other than what the boys had used to tie me and blindfold
me.  Wrists and ankles and eyes aside, without my panties, I'd be stark
bare naked.

'Am I going to just lay here and let them do it!?' I wondered.

Okay, so just moments before, I had finished helping them take off my
nightgown, while pretending I didn't even know they were there.  I'd
helped them undress me, knowing as I did that it would leave me with
only my panties on.  And yes, that's why I helped them.  But that was
different.

And okay, before that, I'd let them blindfold me and tie me up to my
bed, knowing as they tied me that they could see all of my panties
already.  But that was different.

And yes, before that I had, well, um, okay.  So I had asked them to pull
my panties down.  But that was different!  They made me!!

It wasn't all that different in the final result, though, I realized
with relief,  The boys gave up on pulling my panties any further down.
Since they had tied my ankles to the metal bars that served as railings
on the sides of my bunkbed, and since they'd spread my legs wide enough
to get each of my heels onto a railing on opposite sides of my bed, it
was almost impossible for my panties to go anywhere.  That's what had
saved me from getting a bare-bottom spanking when I was tied face down.
Now it saved me from losing my panties when I was tied face up.  I let
out a sigh of relief.

The boys said nothing, of course, since they had been pretending all
along that they weren't there.  And I said nothing to them, since I had
been pretending that I didn't know they were there.  If they admitted
being there, they'd be admitting taking off my nightgown.  If I admitted
I knew they were there, I'd be admitting helping them take it off, or at
least letting them take it off.  But I had a hunch they knew I knew they
were there, and that they knew I knew they knew it.  The whole thing was
too strange.

But at least it kept them from getting my panties off!

I lay there on my bed, with my wrists bound by a thin leather belt and
secured to the headboard, my ankles fixed to the metal railings, and a
long white sock tied around my head as a blindfold.  As I said, the only
clothing I had on was a pair of silk panties.  And that was yet another
source of embarassment, since the front had a naked little devil girl
holding her hands in front of her, trying vainly to hide her bareness.
Boys weren't supposed to see those panties, let alone take them off me.

It seemed to me that Darren and Rusty had given up.  I felt no more tugs
on my panties.  For that matter, I didn't hear anyone moving, or bumping
things, or breathing, or whispering, or anything at all, anywhere in my
bedroom.  After five or ten more minutes of that, I finally decided that
they had gone away, gone downstairs, probably left the house, and left
me alone at last.  Maybe they'd gone home, to get something.

That reminded me of my situation.  I was still tied up, and Darren had
told me that if I could get untied, I wouldn't get the spanking he had
been about to give me.  But there wasn't much I could do about it.  I'd
wasted some effort already pulling and twisting and wiggling around, and
everything holding me was as tight as it ever was.  Getting loose would
have taken a lot more strength than an eight-year-old girl like myself
could hope to have.

After another five to ten minutes, I began to worry.  I couldn't tell
for sure how much time had passed, but it should have been enough for
them to walk to their home and come back.  They lived less than half a
mile away, on the farm nearest mine.  They were taking too long.

In another five to ten minutes, worry gnawed at me.  If they didn't come
back and untie me, my parents would find me like that, laying on my bed
tied up in just my panties.  That would be awful!  I would have to tell
them that I had let the boys in, and let them tie me up, and explain why
I wasn't wearing regular clothes, and why I didn't have my nightgown on
either.  It would be too embarassing, and I'd be punished six ways to
sunday, and probably ten more ways on sunday itself.  One time, Daddy
had punished me for something by making me stand up in front of everyone
in church and tell them what I had done.  What if he did that this time?

'Come on Rusty!  Darren!  Where arrrrre you?' I pleaded.

Once again I realized the absurdity of my dilemma, and the absurdity of
preferring to have two boys find me tied up to my bed wearing only my
panties, than to have either of my parents find me the exact same way.

Just when I was at the point of panic, and had completely lost track of
time, the front door slammed two storeys below me.  My heart leapt to my
throat.  I thought I heard two sets of footsteps calmly walking around,
but nobody called out to me, and nobody came up the stairs.  It was my
parents, home from church!

'Darren!  Rusty!!  Helllllp!!!!' I screamed silently and desperately.

And then, one set of footsteps began climbing the stairs.  Darren and
Rusty would have run up to see me the way I was dressed, and together,
so it had to be Mommy or Daddy.  I struggled madly in a last attempt to
escape, as futile as ever.  The footsteps began climbing the stairs to
the attic, which was my bedroom.  The steps were slower and heavier than
either Darren's or Rusty's had been.  On the verge of tears, I lay back
on my bed and prepared for the worst.

"Hi Marie!  How are you doing?" a voice called out.

Aaarrrgh!  It was Rusty!  I was so mad at him for being there, and for
not being there sooner, I didn't know what to say right away.  He didn't
wait for me.

"Say," he teased, when he saw me, "I like your outfit!  Very cute, I
must say!  What happened to your nightgown?"

He knew full well what happened to it, but I couldn't say so or he would
know that I knew.  We were back to the stalemate of neither of us being
able to accuse the other without admitting our own part in it.  But I
still had a trick.  I had my blindfold on.

"What do you mean?  Nothing happened to it," I pretended ignorance.
If I was perfectly innocent, I would think I was still wearing it, so
that's what I pretended to think, and never mind what I really had on.

My plan back-fired badly.

"Oh, you're right," he said.  "I thought it was torn, but it was just a
trick of the light.  There's nothing wrong with it."  His tone of voice
said he was making it all up, but it was too late for me to take back
what I'd done.  Now I had to pretend that I really did think I still had
on my nightgown, at least until they removed my blindfold.

The other set of footsteps, obviously Darren, came up the stairs to my
bedroom.  Rusty pre-empted any comment from him, "Marie's nightgown is
so tricky in this light, isn't it?  It almost looks like it's torn in
that one place, doesn't it?  Unless you look carefully."

Darren caught on.  "I see what you mean," he agreed, sounding just as
insincere as Rusty.

I was trapped now, unless I admitted lying, as well as knowing it was
off.  I was laying on my bed with my legs tied wide, wearing nothing but
panties and a blindfold.  I knew it, and they knew it, and we all knew
the others knew it, but everybody pretended not to notice.

"Time's up again, Marie," Darren spoke from very close to me, "and as I
can see, you didn't get untied again.  So that means we get to spank you
once for the last time, that you didn't get, and twice for this time you
were tied up.  We get to spank you three times, without tying you up
again."

"What?  What, wait!" I argued, "You said you wouldn't spank me if I let
you tie me up again."

"No," he corrected, "I said we'd give you another chance to get loose,
and if you did, I wouldn't spank you.  Since you didn't, you still owe
us for the first spanking, it didn't get cancelled, and now you owe us
two more, for the second time you were tied and didn't get loose.  That
makes two spankings from me and one from Rusty.  And time is up!"

"No!" I pleaded.  "You said," I began, "you, you, oh!  You tricked me!"

"No he didn't, he just gave you a chance to get out of a spanking you
should have got, that's all," Rusty defended him.  "Would you like to
try again?  If you let us tie you up again, and you get untied, then you
won't get any of the three spankings you're due for now, or any others.
Otherwise, we're ready to give you those three spankings right now."

"Two of them from me," Darren reminded me.

"With the stick," Rusty added, relishing the thought.

"But then if I can't get untied, I'll get two more spankings, right?"
I asked.  That didn't sound very good to me.

"Tell you what, you won't get two spankings for the third time you're
tied up, you'll only get one, and that one from Rusty, so long as he
gets to give it to you whether you get untied the third time or not.
Deal?"

"You mean I'll get spanked once even if I do get untied?" I asked.

"Yes, by Rusty.  But if you don't let us tie you up again, you'll get
that one by Rusty anyway, and you'll also get two from me!  With the
you-know-what."

"You won't tie me up the same way, will you?"  There was no gain for me
unless I had a chance, and I'd rather take my chances with a new way.

"No," Darren reassured me, "we'll tie you up some other way, some other
place,"

Rusty laughed at that, and that didn't reassure me at all, but once
again, I didn't have much of a choice.

"Oh, alright, I guess so."  I was a little confused, but it sounded like
it might get me out of some spankings, and wouldn't get me into anything
bad.

Rusty released my ankles from the straps as Darren carefully extracted
my wrists, and my nightgown, from the knotted belt that held them.  He
left my blindfold tied on tight, and I didn't feel even the slightest
touch of my nightgown, so I had no idea where it went.  When all the
ropes and belts had been removed, and I could move around again, they
helped me stand up, but they didn't let me reach for my blindfold.

To keep up the silly pretense after my mistake, I had to stand before
the two boys, bare from the waist up, pretending nothing unusual was
happening.  When the sight of me standing there like that made them
laugh, I had to ignore that, too.  They had me standing by my bed, in my
panties, and I couldn't say a thing or I'd be caught out in a lie, and
caught out for not saying anything when they'd undressed me.  I bit my
lip and stood there blushing, trying to think of a way I could get out
of it without embarassment.

Darren pulled my hands forward, keeping me from 'accidentally' noticing
that I had no nightgown on.  Rusty pushed me from behind, and I walked
along with them, not knowing where they were taking me.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
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