From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Fairies 2  of 8   
      
   by bobandcarole   
                           Chapter 2: Karen's Regrets   
      
         "I'M COMING!!!  LOOK OUT!!  HERE I COME!!!!!!!" Karen yelled, her   
   braided blond pigtails wobbling and bouncing delightfully as she turned   
   this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of her friend, Tina.  She   
   was nowhere to be seen, which wasn't surprising, since Karen had counted   
   to the highest number she knew, sixty-nine, before uncovering her eyes   
   to begin searching.   
      
         Even though Karen had unknowingly skipped over the thirties, Tina   
   still had had plenty of time to find a hiding place.  She knew lots of   
   good hiding places, and being the smaller of the two, she could fit in   
   places Karen wouldn't even look.  A moment before Karen finished her   
   count, Tina's head disappeared into the old tractor tire surrounding the   
   sandpile in her back yard.   
      
         When she began searching for Tina, Karen went the wrong direction.   
   That was her first mistake that Saturday morning, but it wouldn't be her   
   last, by anybody's count!   
      
         She went the first place she would have gone to hide: her bedroom   
   in her own home.  She looked under the bed, behind the door, and in the   
   closet (pushing aside a dozen lacy pastel-colored dresses and moving a   
   large stuffed unicorn), but Tina wasn't there.  "Frizzy, have you seen   
   Tina?" she asked.  She put the unicorn's mouth to her ear and listened   
   a moment.  "No?  Well, keep your eyes open!" she told it, as she dropped   
   it back down by the closet door.  As if the unicorn would close its eyes   
   now anyway!  It lay there obediently looking up Karen's dress as Karen   
   stood and thought.  The lucky unicorn got a nice long look at a pair of   
   light pink frilly panties decorated with curly pink bows of ribbon at   
   the top and sides.  It also got several peeks at a cute belly button and   
   even a glimpse of the girl's titties as she turned away, her long white   
   pleated dress twirling out.   
      
         Karen looked behind the door again just to be sure, and left her   
   bedroom.  As she walked down the hallway, she passed her father's study   
   where he sat absorbed in work at his computer.  She paused at the door   
   and considered asking him if he had seen Tina, but decided against it.   
   He never played with her, hardly noticed her except when she disobeyed   
   some stupid rule or other, and then only long enough to punish her.  She   
   knew better than to interrupt him in his work; it would be like asking   
   him for another spanking.  He treated her best when she was nowhere near   
   him.   
      
         As she turned away, the doorbell rang.  "Get that," he commanded   
   her, without looking up.   
      
         'He always makes me say 'please' to him,' Karen grumbled to herself   
   but she knew better than to point out her father's inconsistency.  She   
   ran to the front door before the bell could ring again.  Making a caller   
   wait at the door too long was another way to get a whipping.   
      
         When she opened the door, to her surprise there were three boys   
   standing on the porch: Bob, from across the street, and his friends Ken   
   and Jeremy from down the block.  "We don't need the lawn mowed, come   
   back next -- " she began, but Bob interrupted her.   
      
         "Shut up and listen, Karen, and listen good," he said, leaning   
   toward her with a strange smile on his face, speaking in a hushed tone.   
      
         Suddenly nervous, but not understanding why, Karen waited for him   
   to continue.  She looked at Ken, and then Jeremy, and they were both   
   smiling also, like they knew something she didn't, and liked it a lot.   
      
         "Remember what you did yesterday?" Bob asked.   
      
         "I played with Tina all day, why?" Karen replied, confused.   
      
         "Sure, but where?" he pressed.   
      
         "In the back, um..." she thought, "and..."  She paused, her feeling   
   of nervousness growing worse.  She knew where else.   
      
         "And in the front, right?" Jeremy teased, with a smirk, pulling out   
   a photo.  He held it up for her to see.  When she reached out, he pulled   
   it away.   
      
         She'd seen enough though, to recognize herself, naked, on her own   
   front lawn, raising her arms high.  She and Tina had run across the lawn   
   twice yesterday, the second time stopping for a moment to tease the boys   
   with a little peek at a couple of pussies before covering up again and   
   running off to hide.  She hadn't realized they had a camera, hadn't seen   
   it yesterday, and hadn't imagined they could have taken a picture of her   
   in that brief moment.  She was aghast.   
      
         "Give me that!" she demanded of the boys, reaching for it again.   
      
         They laughed.  "Sure thing, we can always make more of them, you   
   know!" Ken smirked, holding it within her reach but pulling it back at   
   the last second.   
      
         "Like, one for every boy on the street!" Bob added with a grin.   
      
         "Noooo!" Karen pleaded, reaching out desperately but futilely as   
   the boys passed the picture back and forth higher than she could jump.   
   They laughed at her antics.   
      
         "Shut up and listen, Karen," Bob continued in his hushed voice.   
      
         She gave up her futile attempts to snatch the photo and stood   
   meekly listening.   
      
         "This one's for your Daddy, Karen!" Bob threatened.   
      
         "Oh!  Ohhh, nooo!  No!!!!  He'll whip meeee!!" Karen whined, fear   
   making her voice tremble.   
      
         "Yea!  We know!!" Jeremy laughed.   
      
         "We can hear it every time he whips you, or didn't you know that?"   
   Bob added.  "Owwiiee!  Owwieee!  Waahh waaah!  Oh stop, I'll be good!   
   I will!!" he mocked in as girlish a voice as a boy could manage.   
      
         Karen blushed crimson in shame and humiliation.  Those were her   
   exact words the last time she'd been whipped, when was it?  Not too long   
   ago, anyway.  She had left the screen door open, and got ten hard swats   
   for it.  "Oh please, please don't give it to Daddy!  Please!!"   
      
         "As long as you do what we tell you to do, we won't give him this   
   picture, understand?"   
      
         Karen nodded, but she didn't really understand the full meaning of   
   Bob's words.  Her nod made the boys' grins broaden, she noticed, and   
   that made her even more uncomfortable, somehow.   
      
         "Good.  Turn around!" Bob barked.  Karen hesitated, but didn't   
   resist when he put his hands on her shoulders and started turning her.   
   The little girl turned the rest of the way around without further delay.   
   "Put your arms behind your back," he demanded.   
      
         Meekly she obeyed.  She felt hands take her elbows and forearms and   
   pull them further back, holding her wrists against each other.  She felt   
   something rough wrap around her wrist.  She looked over her shoulder in   
   vain, trying to see what they were doing.  When she felt the roughness   
   pull tight, she realized Ken was tying a rope around her wrists as Bob   
   and Jeremy held her arms for him.  She trembled in fear.  What were they   
   going to do?   
      
      
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