From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story KATIE'S DISCOVERY 1 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)   
      
   BY bobandcarle   
   [ 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   
   little in excitement and something else, something she had no words to   
   explain, as she watched herself wriggle her tied legs, and she felt   
   that   
   sensation. She had two knee socks left, one was going to be for her   
   hands, which left one. Her mouth went dust-dry even as her heart   
   thumped   
      
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