From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 2 of 11                   Book One: Marie's Naughty   
   Sunday   
      
   by bobandcarole   
                      Chapter Two: The Awfully Long Wait   
      
   At first I wondered what I should do.  Then I realized there was little   
   point in wondering, since I couldn't do anything anyway.  I lay there,   
   face down, on the lower bunk of my bed.  My wrists were securely bound   
   to the headboard by a thin black leather belt from the red velvet skirt   
   in my closet.  My legs were stretched wide, held in place because my   
   ankles were tied to the side rails of my bed by straps taken from my   
   chore clothes.  I couldn't move my arms or my legs.  I could barely   
   wiggle, let alone reach down with my hand and untie my ankles.  Even   
   if my hands had been free, I doubted I could have reached my ankles to   
   untie them.  The belt around my wrists gripped tightly enough to keep   
   me from turning them, and there was no hope of loosening the knot or of   
   pulling the belt off of the rod of the bedframe that held the other end.   
   I could only pull on it in one direction, and it was already stretched   
   as tightly as possible in that direction.  Darren and Rusty had seen to   
   that in the same action that had left me so embarassingly exposed.   
      
   My only clothing was a sheer pink silk nightgown decorated with bunnies,   
   and my white silk panties.  The nightgown, which had never covered much   
   of my legs to begin with, was selected for comfort on a hot night when   
   nobody would see me, not for modesty in front of two boys, my neighbors   
   a few years older than I was.  It had slid up to my neck in front when   
   the boys had pulled me toward the foot of the bed.  At the same time, it   
   had bunched up at the middle of my back, completely revealing my panties   
   with a bright red "I'm a Little Devil" message across my bottom.   
      
   'In ten minutes,' I thought, 'the boys are going to spank me!'   
      
   That was the rule, they said, for playing Tie-Up.  They hadn't told me   
   the rule before I agreed to play, but that didn't help me any.  They'd   
   gone off to get something better to tie me up with, they'd said.  As if   
   they needed to tie me any better than I already was.   
      
   What should I do?  What could I do?  What did I want to do?  It seemed   
   that the rules of 'Tie-Up' meant they wouldn't spank me if I got untied,   
   but there wasn't much hope of that.  My feeble pulling on the belt and   
   the straps while the boys were watching had convinced me of that fact.   
   And I wasn't sure I wanted to escape, and not get spanked, even if it   
   had been easy.  At last I decided that I wanted them to spank me, so I   
   could find out what it was like to be spanked.  The moment I made that   
   decision, I giggled, because it didn't matter in the slightest.   
      
   'No matter what I want, those boys are going to spank me!!'   
      
   How long did I have left, eight minutes?  Six minutes?  I wondered what   
   the rules of Tie-Up allowed them to do.  What would they spank me with?   
   A paddle, maybe.  That's what I'd heard other kids were spanked with.   
   Or maybe a belt, I'd heard of that, too.  I tried to think of any other   
   things that were used for spanking, that Darren or Rusty might have, and   
   might want to use to spank me.  Would they spank with a wooden plank, or   
   a tractor crank, or a water tank?  I giggled for a moment, out of sheer   
   nervousness.   
      
   'How hard will they spank me?' I wondered.  'How much will it hurt?'   
      
   Of course it would depend on what they used, too, but I wondered if they   
   would spank me as hard as they could, or not.  And how hard could they   
   spank, anyway?  Darren was older, and much bigger, and I knew boys were   
   stronger.  He was in eighth grade, and had big muscles from working on   
   a farm.  He could probably spank me awfully hard.  I imagined the paddle   
   in his hands hitting my bottom.  I could feel the sting of him spanking   
   me, before he even got back.  The sensation made me squirm in my bonds.   
      
   His brother Rusty was in my class in school, going into Mrs. Grissom's   
   third grade starting tomorrow.  But he was a boy, and a year older than   
   I was, and he worked on the farm too, so he was also big and strong.  I   
   guessed he could probably spank me plenty hard if he wanted, no matter   
   what he used.  Did I really want to get spanked hard by two big strong   
   boys?  I knew I had only a few minutes left to get away, five at the   
   most.  Still, I decided I wanted to find out what a spanking was like.   
   Not that it mattered.  I was there until they let me go, and I knew it.   
   I was going to get it, and they were going to give it to me.   
      
   'How many times are they going to spank me?' I suddenly wondered.   
      
   Did the rules say when they had to stop?  They hadn't mentioned any rule   
   about that.  What if the rules didn't say they ever had to stop?  Then   
   I wondered if there really were any rules, or if Darren had made up the   
   first one he'd told me just so he could tie me up, and the second one   
   just so he could spank me.  If so, he could make up any rule he wanted   
   about when to stop.  And what if there was a rule, but they didn't care   
   what the rules were, now that I was tied up?   
      
   'They're going to spank me for as long as they want!' I trembled inside.   
      
   Maybe I should try to escape after all, I thought.  How long until they   
   got back, four more minutes?  Only two?  I pulled at the belt wrapped on   
   my wrists and was immedately reminded that it didn't matter at all what   
   I decided, I was going to get whapped on my bottom no matter what I did.   
      
   I wondered why they wanted to spank me.  I hadn't done anything, so that   
   wasn't it.  Last spring, a girl at school had told me that boys were   
   mean to girls on purpose.  She said they did mean things for fun.  So   
   maybe Darren and Rusty thought it was going to be fun to spank me, and   
   they thought so because they thought it would be mean to spank me, that   
   I wouldn't like it.  If that was the case, they would surely spank me   
   for as long as they wanted, rules or no rules.  And they'd spank me as   
   hard as they could, to be as mean as possible.  When I realized that, I   
   felt the same thrill of excitement I'd felt when my nightgown first came   
   up and showed them my panties.  When I thought that two big strong boys   
   were going to spank me hard, and spank me a long time, and have lots of   
   fun doing it, it made me feel incredibly excited.   
      
   "They're going to spank me for the fun of it!" I whispered, but right   
   out loud.  The sound of it thrilled me.  "They're going to whap my   
   bottom really really hard!" I breathed, and it excited me even more.   
   "They're going to keep spanking me for as long as they want!  They want   
   to spank me over and over and over!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!   
   Spank!" I almost sang the words, imagining hard stinging slaps on my   
   bottom as the boys leaned over me and swung.  It made me feel strangely   
      
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