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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 11/11: Over But Not Done {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo nc humil 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:
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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 Eleven: Over But Not Done

Marie does what she must, under threat of even worse consequences.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

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


                  Chapter Eleven: Over But Not Done

I wondered what a couple of boys could possibly want a naked girl to do
for them.  But I knew I had to do it, whatever it was, or they'd tell on
me and get me in big trouble with my parents.  I'd done so many naughty
things on that Sunday morning while my parents were away at church that
I couldn't remember them all anymore.  The latest was to ask the boys to
pull my panties off of me completely, and even though they'd made me ask
them to do that, I knew I'd get in trouble for it if my parents found
out.

Darren reached up and pulled the loose end of the ropes that kept the
leather belts around my wrists tied to the corners of the curtain rod
over my window.  Just that easily, the knots fell apart, and the belts
dropped free.

I landed on my feet, but couldn't keep my balance, and I fell back, away
from the window.  Since two more thick leather belts held my ankles, and
they hadn't released the ropes on those yet, my efforts to pull my legs
together failed.  I mostly caught myself with my arms on each side, and
the plush carpeting in my bedroom cushioned my fall, but I still landed
painfully on my terribly sore bottom.  I wailed and cried again, still
hurting from the spanking Rusty had just given me with a willow switch.

Then I noticed that the two boys on either side of me were looking at
me, but they weren't looking at my face.

"EEeeee!" I screamed, and covered up my blossom with one hand, and my
two little pink dotties on my bare chest with my other hand.

Smirking at me, Rusty and Darren reached for the loose ends of the ropes
attached to the belts on my ankles.  Two more quick tugs removed those
knots.  Darren coiled up the ropes while Rusty knelt by me, removing the
belts from around my wrists and my ankles, lifting my feet up high for
no reason, and trying to see past my hand.

I pulled my legs together at last, and turned over.  As soon as I could,
I crawled away from the window, to keep anyone outside from being able
to see my bare body.  Then I got to my feet, once again standing before
the two boys, only this time without a blindfold, without the pretense
of wearing my nightgown even though I only had panties, and without even
those panties.  Without even a sock.  Without even a hair ribbon.  Only
my long brown hair and my light sprinkling of freckles.

I saw my pink silk nightgown, lying in a heap on the floor, and hurried
over toward it, but then I saw something I wanted even more.  I bent to
pick up my white silk panties where they'd landed after the boys took
them off me.  The little devil girl on the front of them looked up at
me, and I saw myself, standing naked, my hands in front of my blossom
and my dotties, just like her.  I blushed, just like her.

"Leave it!!" Rusty shouted, before I could disturb them.  Reaching to
take them himself, he spotted the little devil girl also, then he looked
over at me and burst out laughing.  Holding them high and turning them
to show Darren, he called, "Hey, check this out!"

Darren looked over and saw what Rusty meant.  "I guess that's what 'life
imitates art' means!" he laughed.

"Except you don't have horns or a tail, do you, Marie?" Rusty teased me.

"Get on the bed," Darren ordered, pointing.  "And lay down."

Trembling in fear, keeping my hands in place, I went to the bottom bunk
of my bunkbed.  Gingerly, I sat down on the soft daffodils decorating
the covers, my knees over the bright shiny rail along the side.  Even
as soft as my bed was, my bottom hurt, and I turned and lay down, face
down.  I didn't have to cover my dotties or blossom anymore, so I moved
both hands back to cover my bare bottom.  I lay on my bed and waited for
them to finish removing the ropes and belts that had kept me spread out
naked facing the large window in my bedroom, the window from which I
could see, and be seen by, most of the countryside around my daddy's
farm.  My parents were due home in minutes, but at least they wouldn't
catch me naked up in my window.

Darren, the bigger of the two brothers by four years, and Rusty, nine
years old and only a year older than me, finished collecting the ropes
and belts, and threw them down the stairway to the second floor, then
turned and advanced eagerly on me, grinning.

"Get your arms out to the sides," Darren demanded.

"Hold the rails," Rusty added, "both of them."

"You're not going to tie me up, you said you wouldn't," I protested.
Truth be told, I was more afraid they would spank me again, since my
bare bottom would be exposed once I moved my hands.  "And you're not
going to spank me, are you?"

Darren reassured me, "We don't have time for either one now.  You'll get
your three spankings some other time, when we want, where we want, and
how we want.  We'll let you know when the time comes for that.  Maybe
tomorrow for one of them, after school somewhere."

I didn't feel very reassured by that.

"Now get your arms out and hold the rails, like we told you," Rusty
repeated, impatiently.

Timidly, fearfully, I moved my hands away from my bottom, out to the
sides, and curled my slender fingers around the cold metal bars found
there.  I breathed nervously, looking up at the boys hovering over me.
My one eye watched them, my other eye, closed, rested on daffodils.
Light from the skylight in the ceiling kept me well illuminated for
their viewing pleasure.

"Get your legs apart," Darren ordered.  "Further than that, further, way
out to the side, further.  Hook your feet over the bars.  That's good,
Marie, now keep them there, or else!"

I lay there shivering, despite the usual warmth of the room, letting the
boys see me bare naked on my bed.

My neighbors circled around me like sharks saying grace over a meal they
knew couldn't escape them.  They spent a lot more time at the foot of my
bed, nearer to my feet, than they did nearer to my head.

"That's how we'll tie you up the next time we come over here, Marie!"
Rusty declared.  "Just like that!"

"Right, and it'll be next Sunday morning," Darren told me.  "Or, we'll
have to leave a message your parents would find when you got home.  So
you're going to stay home from church again next week, just like you did
today, right, Marie?"

"Uh, ummm," a lump in my throat held the words in.  "Right, Darren," I
answered him, knowing I had no choice.

"Yea!" Rusty cheered.

"You can put your arms and legs back, now," Darren allowed.  But when I
did, covering my bottom again, his next demand scared me worse.  "Now
turn over."

When I didn't move, Rusty leaned in close to my face, said "We can spank
you some more if you don't."

Fighting back more tears, I rolled over, putting a hand over my blossom
before turning, and moving the other to cover my dotties as soon as I
could.  Both boys stood over me now, one on each side.

"Arms out!  Grab the rails!" Darren commanded the naked little girl
trembling on the bed before him, without any trace of the nervousness
he'd shown hours ago while merely pulling my sock off.

I'd absorbed all his nervousness for myself.  Biting my lip to keep from
crying, I slowly moved my arm away from my dotties and out to the side.
I knew they'd already seen them when they'd had my nightgown up, and
while I helped them take that nightgown off of me completely.  But this
was different.  I couldn't pretend I didn't know, like I'd done every
other time.  I had to lay there and let them see my dotties on my bare
chest, knowing they knew I knew they could see.

"Other arm too," Rusty goaded me, "and grab that rail tight!"

"Oh please," I tried.  No one but my Unky Luke had ever seen my blossom
petals once I became a pretty girl.  I didn't want to show Darren, let
alone Rusty, who would be in my class in school tomorrow.

"Now!!!" Darren shouted.

Crying, I moved my other hand aside, and slowly out to the metal rail,
gripped it with my fingers curled upward around it like my other hand,
and I lay there squeezing my eyes shut to keep from seeing what I knew
their faces would show if I looked.

They could see my whole bare body now, from the front, well lit up with
soft light from the ceiling skylight, as I lay on my bed naked for them.
My bare arms, my bare shoulders, my bare chest, my dotties, my belly and
belly button, my bare legs and feet, and no panties covering up my bare
naked blossom petals.

"Legs out wide now, Marie!" Rusty smirked.

"No!" I pleaded.  I bent my leg to cover my blossom as much as I could.

"You want us to tell your parents all the stuff you did?" he threatened.

"No!" I cried.  "Oh please, please, no," I whined.

"Then spread 'em!  Spread 'em wide, and make it soon!!"

Sobbing, I began to move my legs apart.  I stopped with my feet halfway
to the side of my bed.

"Get going, get 'em out there!" Rusty demanded.  "All the way out.  Put
your heels over the rails!"

"Aaawwww! aaahhhwww! aawwhhh! UhAaawww! Uhaaawww!" I sobbed, doing as
the boys wanted.  I felt my blossom petals open up as I stretched my
legs out to the sides.  I felt the cold metal, lifted one foot at a time
over the rails, and hooked my heels around the bars.  I kept on sobbing.
I kept my eyes shut tight.  I knew that I was letting Darren and Rusty
see my bare naked blossom spreading wide open in front of them.  I lay
there on my bed, face up and spread wide, completely naked in front of
boys for the first time ever, bawling.

"I think we'll tie you like that, too," Rusty mused, "next Sunday!"

"Absolutely!  Well, we've gotta run now," Darren laughed.  "You stay
just like that, until you hear your parents get home, okay, Marie?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't move.  I opened my eyes and saw the two
boys descend the stairs, their heads disappearing from my view.  I heard
footsteps in the hallway, down another flight of stairs, and out onto
the porch.  The front door closed, and the house fell silent.

I lay on my bed naked, gripping the side rails in my hands, feeling the
rails under my heels, my naked blossom wide open.  I knew I could never
tell anyone about anything I had done, or anything the boys had done to
me, that morning, ever.  I thought about the three spankings the boys
were going to give me.  I thought about how mean boys were.  I thought
about being in class with Rusty tomorrow, knowing he had seen my bare
naked body today, and spanked my bare bottom.  I thought about being
tied up to my bed like this next Sunday, and what they might do to me
then.  And I cried as I waited for my parents to get home.

But I didn't move before then.


                        *** End of Book One ***

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Please comment on "Meadows: Book One" whether you like or dislike it!
Book One is complete, but the more comments I get from people who like
it, the sooner I will finish and post Book Two about Cindy, Marie's
classmate from a nearby town.

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