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Subject: {ASSM} Fairies 07: Tina's Punishment {Georgie Porgie} (b+/g pedo nc bond tort spank)
Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 00:10:03 -0400
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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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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
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  rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
  that would otherwise be required.
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  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 the aforementioned author's web site.
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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                                Fairies

Caution! Just because you liked the first chapter does not mean you will
like the following chapters, and vice versa.  Take note of the story
codes, and avoid reading chapters that take these girls places you don't
want to follow.

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.

                      Chapter 7: Tina's Punishment

Bob spanks the helpless naked gagged sobbing girl, whose slim hope
of rescue gets dashed to death.

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                                Fairies

                           by Georgie Porgie
                             10 April 2003



                      Chapter 7: Tina's Punishment

     Bob stepped up beside the little girl who lay face down across the
patio table.  He gripped her long black braid and tugged it back, hard.
Her head rose, her neck twisted backward, and a long tormented sob shook
the naked girl, stretched painfully between cords on her wrists at the
edges of the table and the cords on her ankles pulling her dangling legs
underneath it.  "Now for my part of the punishment for spying on us.  If
you ever do it again, you'll get the same again, so remember this!"  He
didn't expect an answer, since she had a wooden rod strapped across her
mouth to keep her moans and crying quiet.  Not that Bob or his friends
minded her moaning and crying, just that they had her in Bob's own back
yard, and didn't want anyone else to hear her.  He suddenly flipped her
braid aside, letting her head fall forward.

     Tina already regretted trespassing on Jeremy's property, regretted
climbing the tree to see why her friend, Karen, had gone with the boys
to Jeremy's back yard, and regretted staying around wanting to get some
silver bracelets like those she had see the boys give to Karen.  She
regretted living on the same block as the cruel boys who had her naked
and helpless, gagged, and tied up tight enough to hurt her terribly.

     Bob raised his arm, belt in hand.

     "Wait!!" Ken shouted.  "Wait!  I want to get this moment!  I'll let
you know when I'm ready!"  He ran around to the other side of the table
from Bob, raised his camera and framed a shot showing Tina's face and
her bare arms spread wide apart, with Bob in the background.  Frowning,
he complained, "I can't see much of her from here."  He turned over a
large clay pot and stood on it.  "That's better," he said, but he still
wasn't satisfied.  Unmindful of the flowers within, he flipped two more
pots and put the first on top between them.  "Alright, just a second,"
he said, framing his ideal view, looking along Tina's bare back, to the
two mounds of her ass and his three friends standing behind her, one
with a belt.  The shot included Tina's tear-streaked face, the wooden
rod in her mouth gagging her, the rubber strap holding it in place, both
wrists and the cords binding them to the table, and enough of her body
to prove the girl was completely naked.  "Ready!!" he called out.

     "Uhhh," Tina moaned after Ken's warning, even before Bob brought
the belt down.  "Ohhhh-"  Crack!  An inch of hard leather struck across
her bottom cheeks.  Her body jerked, but in the unyielding grip of the
cords, had nowhere to go, and the motion stabbed pain through her wrists
and ankles to match the stinging pain from behind.  "UUUhhhhwwww!" she
sobbed.

     Ken clicked a picture as Bob swung the belt down for the first
blow, and took shot after shot of Tina's writhing and twisting as much
as her bondage allowed, as the pain of the blow traveled through her
frail slender body.

     Crack! the belt struck her again.  The muscles in her legs and
arms jerked again, her body attempting to avoid harm by reflex, pulling
away from sudden intense pain.  Crack!  "Uhhaaahhhhwww!" she sobbed, a
low quiet wail.  Crack!  "Uhaahhww!"  Crack!  "UhhUhhhUhhhh... UhhhUhh,"
Tina moaned.  Crack!  "Eeeieee! Uuheee Uhheee!"   Crack!  "Uueeee!" she
screamed, but only the barest whimper escaped, which was more than Tina
could hope for herself.  Crack!  Gasping between sobs, Tina felt on fire
across her entire bottom, the sensation competing for her attention with
the raging agony of her wrists and ankles.  Crackk!  "Ahhwwww! Aahhhwww!
Aaahhhwww!" she wailed.

     Bob hesitated, arm raised, belt in hand, frightened by the sound of
a sliding glass door as it rumbled open.  Music from a commercial for a
sports car floated from the house.

     "What the hell are you doing back here?" a voice called out.  "What
in the hell is all that cracking?  You damn well better not be breaking
anything, or you won't live to regret it!" Bob's father growled warning
as he emerged from the house.  He stepped off the landing and turned to
see what mischief his son was up to.

     Everyone froze.

     Bob's father froze, taking in the situation.

     Bob froze with his arm upraised, the belt drooping.  He stared at
his father.

     Steve and Jeremy froze, then inched away, trying to put distance
between themselves and Bob without being too obvious about it.

     Ken froze, standing on a pile of flower pots with nowhere to step,
unable to back away from the scene.  He slowly lowered his camera down
to shoulder level, but otherwise held very still.

     Tina, well, Tina didn't move much either, not that she had much
choice about it.  She moved more than anyone else, in fact, raising her
head to see the man better.  She sniffed, still sobbing, shoulders still
trembling.  Enormous relief flooded through her.  She sniffed again, her
large streaming eyes on her rescuer, trying to express her thankfulness
to him.

     Bob's father stood with his hands on his hips, staring at his son,
at the other three boys, and at the naked little girl who was obviously
helpless and obviously suffering intensely.

     "We... We're..." Bob stammered.  "We're not breaking anything," he
offered lamely.

     "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" his father growled.
Still nobody moved.

     "Um," Bob gulped.  His father hadn't told him to stop or anything.
"Just this," Bob answered, hesitating.  "This is the cracking you heard
before."  He brought his belt down hard on Tina's ass.  Crack!

     Tina wailed!  "UAAaahhww!!  OHHhhwwww!"  She jerked in her bonds.

     "Is that a girl?" the man demanded angrily.

     "Um," Bob started, "uhmm, yes, of course!"  He reached out and
flipped her long black braid across her pale back, to the other side of
the patio table, so his father could see it.

     "Well at least there's that," his father softened, relieved, "but
you still haven't said just what the hell you're doing."

     "We're spanking her," Bob stated.  It was obvious anyway, so he saw
no reason to try to hide it anymore.  He brought his arm down again, as
hard and as fast as before.  Crack!

     "UUUhhhhUhhhh!  Awwwwwieee!" Tina sobbed, new tears streaming down
her face as she thrashed her head.  "UUuhhhh Uhhhh," she moaned, staring
at the man who only stood staring at her.

     "See?  We're not breaking anything," Bob stated timidly, waiting a
few more moments for a reply.  When his father still said nothing, he
raised his arm again.

     Crack!!  "Eeeehhhhwww!  Eehhhww!  UhhhhhwwwUhhhhUhhhhhwww!" Tina
whimpered.  She stared at the man, her eyes begging him to stop them, to
save her from her suffering.

     Bob looked at his father again.  He shrugged.  He raised his arm.

     "You boys," the man grunted.  "You damned boys, you get away with
so damned much these days, that I never would have got away with when I
was your age."  An artificial voice from inside commented, 'It's third
down and fifteen at the thirty...'  "Damn!" the man swore.  He turned
and ran back into the house, yelling back over his shoulder, "Just keep
the damn noise down, or you won't live to regret it!"  The door quickly
rumbled shut behind him.

     The boys looked at each other.  Nobody spoke.  Shocked expressions
slowly gave way to grins, then delighted smiles.

     Crack!  "AAaaaAAwwwwwww!"

     "Where was I?" Bob griped.  "I was going to give her twenty, but I
lost count.  How many did I give her already?" he asked his friends.

     "I don't know."

     "Me neither."

     "Beats me."

     "No!" Bob chuckled.  "No, it beats Tina!  Looks like I'll have to
start over at the beginning.  One."

     Crack!  Tina wailed, biting hard into the wooden rod.  The strap
held it in her mouth so tightly it hurt her nearly as much as the thin
cords on her wrists.  Despair flooded her as completely as relief had
just a minute earlier.  Crack!  "Aaaawwwwwwww," she moaned, and kept
moaning, as Bob counted out more unbearably brutal smacks on her bare
ass.  "Aaaawwwww," she moaned, not for a moment expecting the spanking
to ever end.  She knew there was no escape, and now she knew there would
be no rescue, either.  Crack!!  Her naked body twitched and strained in
agony, but the terrible thin cords cutting into her aching wrists and
ankles held her so tightly she barely moved.  Crack!!

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 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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