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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 09: Asking For It {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo nc bond threat humil)
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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
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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 Nine: Asking For It

Marie deeply regrets her choices so far, and tries to make the best of
her bad situation.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

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


                     Chapter Nine: Asking For It

"Wait!" I shouted.  "Don't I get ten minutes?"

That was the second rule of Tie-Up that Darren had said, when we'd begun
playing it.  He and Rusty had even allowed me more time than that, when
they had me tied to my bed face down, with my legs spread out wide, in
just my nightgown and panties, and when they'd turned me over and tied
me face up and blindfolded me, with my legs spread wider, where they'd
gradually pulled my nightgown off over my head.  I was supposed to get
ten minutes to get loose, before they would each get to spank me.  The
boys couldn't change the rules now, could they?  It just wasn't fair to
spank me now!

"You get one spanking from me whether you get untied this time or not,
Marie.  That's what you agreed to, so I'm giving it to you now!" Rusty
exulted.  He was awfully eager to begin spanking his eight-year-old
neighbor for the second time today.  What boy wouldn't be?

"Oh, please, please, give me time!" I begged.  But he was right, I'd
agreed to those conditions in the hope of getting out of the three other
spankings that I was due for, from the last two times they'd tied me.

But I never thought I'd get tied up in my panties where they had me now!

Thick leather belts on my wrists kept my bare arms straight up and out
to the side, attached by ropes to the curtain rod that held the lacy
yellow and white curtains framing me in the large window.  My bare feet
lightly touched two stacks of books beneath me, and then only if I kept
my bare legs spread slightly apart to reach them.  My bare ribs faced
the window, standing out from being stretched, and anyone who happened
to walk by on the ground below could have looked up at the attic window
of my house and seen my bare chest, my two little pink dotties, and my
belly button.

Rusty just laughed and stood there looking at me, enjoying the view from
behind me.  He could see my bare shoulders and back only partly covered
down to the middle by my long soft brown hair.  And, of course, he had a
nice up-close view of my glossy white silk panties with their lacy pink
trim along the waistband, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" stitched in
red letters across my bottom, right where he'd spanked me with a willow
switch earlier that sunday morning.  Right where he was about to spank
me again.

His big brother, Darren, four years older than Rusty and five years
older than the helpless girl in the window, would be back any second
with the switch for Rusty to spank me with.

No, wait, Rusty hadn't asked for the switch, or had he?  Uncertainty and
fear made me turn my head and watch in trepidation as Darren returned.
Rusty held his hand out, and Darren gave him an object.  Rusty lifted it
to show me.  I screamed.

The stick held no illusions of beauty for me now, as it had the first
few moments I'd seen it, colored light reflecting off the heads of the
tacks arranged at random on one side.  I knew the other side displayed
the nasty end of those tacks, dozens of tiny sharp points bristling out
from it like a swarm of little hornets, and every one of them eager to
sting my tender bottom again and again.  The moment I saw the stick in
Rusty's hand, panic overwhelmed me.

"No!  No!!  Nooo!!  I thought you'd spank me with the switch!" I wailed,
twisting and pulling in desperation.  My feet slipped off the stacks of
books, and I kicked wildly until I got my footing back, with my legs as
wide apart as they had been.

"We never said what he'd spank you with, only that Rusty would give you
the spanking," Darren smirked, delighted to have tricked me again.  "Now
there's only one question, same as there was before, Marie.  Do you want
it on your panties, or not?"

"No!  No!" I wailed again.

"You want your panties down, then?" Rusty teased.

"No!  No!!  Nooo!!" I wailed louder.  I hoped I was making myself clear.

"It seems she wants it on her panties, so they'll get ruined," Darren
lamented, insincerely.  "Too bad.  They're such niiiiiice panties."

"Not the stick!  Not the stick!" I whined, still struggling.

"You want me to spank you with the switch?" Rusty asked.

"Uh, yes.  Yes."

"Then ask me, Marie.  Nicely."

"P-please spank me with the switch."

"No.  I don't want to," he crushed my hopes.  He was as mean as Darren.
"I'm going to spank you with the stick.  On your panties, or no panties?
Which will it be?"

I couldn't let Rusty spank me on my panties, I knew.  Not only were they
my second-favorite panties, they were a birthday present from Unky Luke,
along with my "I'm a Little Angel" panties that matched them that were
my favorite.  I loved Unky Luke, and he loved me, and I didn't want his
birthday present to me to be ruined by the sharp tacks on the stick, no
matter what.  And besides, if they were, Mommy would find out, and I'd
get in trouble for letting the boys into the house in the first place,
and for letting them tie me up, and even worse for letting them see my
panties.  If Mommy or Daddy ever found out I had helped Darren and Rusty
take my nightgown off me, I'd be doomed, punished every day for a year.
I couldn't risk it.

But I couldn't ask them to pull my panties down, as I'd done before.
This time my ankles weren't tied to the side rails of my bed, and my
legs weren't spread out wide, and more importantly, I wasn't lying face
down on my bed, hidden away from everyone but them.  I stood facing most
of the buildings on my daddy's farm, the orchard and gardens, and fields
out as far as I could see.  Even Darren and Rusty's farmhouse was close
enough to see people and see what they were wearing, if anyone had been
there.  I couldn't let anyone see me up in my bedroom window with my
panties down, I just couldn't!

The only card I had left was the Old Maid, but I played it anyway.

"I'll tell!  I'll tell, and you'll get in big big trouble!"  I bluffed,
trying to sound as bold as I could.  That wasn't easy while standing
tied up in a window, looking over my bare shoulder at them.

My threat didn't have the effect I had hoped for.

"Oh, nooooo," Darren mocked, "she's going to telllll on us!  Come on,
Rusty, let's get out of here while there's still time to get away!"

"Yea!" Rusty mimicked, "Hurry, we better run away before Marie tells on
us!  Let's go!  Leave her nightgown laying right here," he added, making
sure I saw it, "and let's scram!  Head for the hills!!!" he shouted, and
backed away, laughing.

Then they made for the top of the stairs that led down from my bedroom
to the rest of the house.  They disappeared from my view.  They weren't
going to spank me, I realized with relief.  Then I imagined seeing them
looking back over their shoulders at me as they ran down the road to
their farm.  I imagined Mommy coming around the house to check for ripe
tomatoes in the garden, before coming in from church, and looking up at
me.  How long would I hang there in the window before that happened?
How many of Daddy's farm hands would see me first?  Would Mr. Martin,
who gave me my riding lessons at the stables, see me like this?

"Wait!" I pleaded.  "No!  Wait!  Wait!!" I screamed.  "Come back!!"
No answer.  "Oh please!  Please come back!!" I shouted as loudly as I
could.

"Why should we?" Darren asked, standing right behind me.  "You'll tell
on us, won't you?"  They hadn't gone anywhere.  They had me, and they
knew it, now they just made me say so.

"I won't tell," I murmured.

"You won't tell today, or how long?" he demanded.

"I won't tell, ever," I promised, trembling.

"What do you want us to do?" he continued.

"Let me down, please," I asked, hoping he meant it.

"What do you want us to do first?" he pressed.

I saw that I had no escape.  "Spank me," I sulked.

"Anything you want us to do before that?" Rusty chimed in, cheerfully.

I took a deep breath, and held it awhile.  I knew what I had to say, but
it was so hard to say it, knowing what it would mean.

"Well?" Darren insisted.

"Pull my panties down," I nearly cried.

"How far?" Rusty asked.

'What's that about?' I wondered.  I answered "To bare my bottom."

"Not far enough," he complained.  "How far?"

"To my knees?" I asked fearfully.

"Not far enough," he repeated.  "How far?"

"To my ankles?" I offered, embarassed by the thought.

"Almost good enough," he said.  "How far?"

I moaned.  "All the way off."

Darren took over my humiliation.  "Alright Marie, let's make sure we
have this right.  What do you want us to do first?"

I thought, and answered, "Pull my panties down."

"Just down?  That isn't what you said you wanted, was it?"

"Pull my panties all the way off," I cringed.  "And then," I said before
he could prompt me, "then spank me."

"Where?" he asked.

"My b- on my bottom," I answered.  "On my bare bottom," I corrected,
when I realized my error.

"With?" he cued.

"With the stick," I choked.

"And you won't tell, will you, Marie?"

"No, I won't tell," I told him.

"Ever?"

"I won't ever tell," I admitted, hanging my head.  It was the truth,
that was for sure.  I didn't want my parents knowing.  I didn't want
anyone at school knowing.  No way would I tell anyone at church.  I
didn't want anyone to know.

"Let's hear it from the beginning, and be really sweet about it, Marie,
or we'll just leave you here like this."

"Pl-" I began, and froze up. "Please, please, Darren," I started over.
"and Rusty," I added, "pull my panties do- uh, all the way off, and then
spank m-me with the-" I choked again, and finally finished, "the stick.
I won't ever tell."

"That was sweeeet," Rusty rubbed it in, "but I need to hear it a little
smoother than that, you know, just to be sure you mean it."

I took a deep breath, and repeated it again, "Please, please, Rusty and
Darren, please pull my panties all the way off of me, and then spank me-
my bare bottom with the s-stick.  I won't tell.  Not ever."  I had to
clench my teeth to keep from crying when I finished.

"Okay, I guess we can do that for you," Darren laughed.  The boys moved
in closer, taking up positions on either side of me.

Tears welled up in my eyes.  They were going to get me completely bare
naked in the window.  I wouldn't even have on any of my colored hair
ribbons.  Except for the thick belts around my wrists, I would be bare
naked.  And then they would spank me.

I stared out the window, shaking, not looking at either of them.  I felt
the pink lacy waistband of my panties pull away from me on both sides,
and begin to slide down in front and in back.  I felt it pass my hips,
then push along my thighs.  Boy's heads leaned forward on either side.

It was fun for them to do this to me, fun because they knew I hated it,
because they were mean, because they were boys.  There was nothing in
the world worse they could ever do to me.

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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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