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   bobandcarole wrote:   
   > KATIE'S DISCOVERY 1 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)   
   >   
   > BY AGR_ASS   
   > [ part 1 ]   
   >   
   > Little Katie didn?t *quite* angrily stomp upstairs. She knew better   
   > then   
   > to do that. Mommy and Daddy didn?t expect her to be bouncily happy   
   > about   
   > having to obey everything they told her. But throwing a tantrum--either   
   >   
   > verbal or physical--wasn?t an option, either. Well, it *was*, but only   
   > if she was prepared for the potential consequences: sharp scoldings,   
   > lectures, cornertime or spankings--or any combination of the four, none   
   >   
   > of which she was willing to risk tonight, over her bedtime.   
   >   
   > The little girl huffily plodded to her room, closing the door and   
   > plopping down on the edge of her bed, her pretty face pouty and   
   > sulking.   
   > She *hated* bedtimes! Specially when she wasn?t at all tired or sleepy!   
   >   
   > Here it was, her second week of summer vacation, and she *still* had to   
   >   
   > go to bed so early! She knew Mommy and Daddy weren?t being mean to her   
   > about bedtimes; they?d sat her down and explained all about why they   
   > thought bedtimes were important. One thing Katie was utterly positive   
   > about: her parents loved her, absolutely, and they never decided   
   > anything just to be mean, or convenient.   
   >   
   > Still, that didn?t mean she had to *like* it, after all. Her little   
   > chest rose and lifted as she deeply inhaled, then just as deeply   
   > exhaled   
   > in a gusty, put-upon sigh. She didn?t *want* to go to sleep! But she   
   > knew better then to argue or fuss, so she toed her sneakers off,   
   > letting   
   > them fall to the floor, laces still tied. At least that was *one*   
   > battle   
   > she?d won! Mommy used to scold her about taking her shoes off without   
   > untying the laces first, saying that doing that ruined the shoes. Katie   
   >   
   > had just looked at her one day and said, ?But Mommy . . . that doesn?t   
   > make any sense! I outgrow them before they fall apart!? Mommy had just   
   > looked at her oddly a moment, her face and lips twitching, them scooped   
   >   
   > her up in her arms, hugging her as she burst into laughter. And that   
   > was   
   > the last time Mommy had scolded her about untying shoes first.   
   >   
   > Her socks followed next, tiny fingers tugging white cotton ankle socks   
   > off small little sweaty feet, then Katie hopped off the bed and padded   
   > barefoot over to her hamper, tossing the damp socks inside. That was   
   > another rule that Katie?d argued about, but lost: dirty clothes and the   
   >   
   > hamper. Clothes couldn?t just be dropped anywhere. They either had to   
   > be   
   > hung back up--which usually Mommy helped do--or neatly folded for later   
   >   
   > that day, or put in the hamper. Katie didn?t know *why* she disliked   
   > that rule; it wasn?t as if it was terribly hard or difficult, after   
   > all.   
   > She could even see the sense behind it. But still! Sometimes she just   
   > wanted to toss her clothes where they lay after stripping them off and,   
   >   
   > when she did, she *really* resented having to hamper them!   
   >   
   > She pulled her tee-shirt up and over her head, then tossed that inside   
   > the hamper as well, before unsnapping, unzipping and wriggling her   
   > little cutoffs down over sleek curveless hips, letting them slither   
   > down   
   > little slender legs and puddle around small fragile ankles. She wiggled   
   >   
   > one small bare foot out of them then, with a huge grin, flicked the   
   > cutoffs towards the hamper with her other foot, bouncing up and down in   
   >   
   > just her Pooh panties as she scored a ?basket?.   
   > Then deeply sighed again. She did *not* want to get ready for bed, and   
   > that was that! Suddenly, her huge gray eyes slowly widened, darting at   
   > her closed bedroom door. Katie thoughtfully nibbled her full soft pouty   
   >   
   > lower lip between tiny white perfect teeth. Mommy and Daddy had been   
   > sitting together on the couch in the family room when they?d sent her   
   > off to bed, with that ?look? they had sometimes, specially when they   
   > were about to get mushy with each other. That meant she probably had at   
   >   
   > least half an hour before one or both of them came upstairs to check on   
   >   
   > her and tuck her in.   
   >   
   > Usually she?d delay until the last minute before slipping under the   
   > covers, sort of her own private defiance of that horrid bedtime rule.   
   > Sometimes she?d read, or quietly play. And sometimes she?d even be in   
   > bed and asleep. Well, she wasn?t at all sleepy, nor did she want to   
   > read   
   > or play . . . at least, not play any of her usual games. Katie stood   
   > there, shifting her weight back and forth on tiny bare feet,   
   > remembering   
   > the last few days. And the new games she?d played with her playmates.   
   > Ones like ?Hide-and-Seek?, but with a new twist, for the ones caught   
   > got   
   > tied up and had to be ?rescued?.   
   >   
   > Katie still remembered the first time she?d gotten caught, and bravely   
   > marched off to ?jail?, where she had to sit down and let herself be   
   > tied. How her heart suddenly went thumpity-thump as she felt the jump   
   > ropes wound around her wrists and ankles. That had been the oddest,   
   > most   
   > scary-marvelous feeling ever!   
   > Yet it was kinda disappointing, too, since it was pointless to struggle   
   >   
   > at all. For one thing, the rule was that you hadda be rescued; you   
   > couldn?t escape on your own. Good thing, too, since none of them really   
   >   
   > could tie well. It didn?t take Katie more them a minute or so to   
   > wriggle   
   > her hands free, and she still had to sit there and wait anyway to be   
   > rescued. That was frustrating!!   
   >   
   > Worse, Katie was quite athletic for her age, and usually never got   
   > caught in games like this. So it was quite obvious to all that   
   > something   
   > was up when Katie suddenly was getting caught so often. They didn?t   
   > know   
   > what--thank goodness!!--quite yet, but she was embarrassingly aware   
   > that   
   > it wouldn?t be long at all before someone guessed that she liked being   
   > caught and tied. Which wouldn?t be so bad, if they actually *could*   
   > really tie up!   
   >   
   > Even worse, they hadn?t wanted to play those variations this last week,   
   >   
   > even though Katie had tried talking them into it. They seemed to have   
   > gotten bored with the idea, even as she?d grown more and more entranced   
   >   
   > and enthralled.   
   > Little Katie glanced at her dresser, still nibbling her lip. She wanted   
   >   
   > to feel that way again and, if *they* wouldn?t play that game . . .   
   >   
   > Padding over to her dresser, Katie removed two pair of Kelly green wool   
   >   
   > knee socks, then padded back over to her bed, hopping up onto it then   
   > scooting down to the middle. Her heart was going thumpity-thump again   
   > as   
   > she pressed her bare slender legs together and looped one of the knee   
   > socks around her little ankles, tying the ends off in a bow knot, just   
   > like her shoelaces. She tied another just below her knees, trembling a   
      
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