From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 3 of 11                  Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
                     Chapter Three: Last Chance Gone   
      
   Darren and Rusty stood there panting awhile, without saying anything.   
   There wasn't much I could do, tied up as I was, but I did wiggle and   
   squirm a bit, as if I was still trying to get untied.  I didn't want   
   them to realize I hadn't tried to escape much, if at all, in the whole   
   ten minutes they were gone.   
      
   "Time's up!" Darren declared.   
      
   "And you didn't get untied, and you know what that means!" Rusty added.   
   "Time for your spanking, Marie!"   
      
   Despite being out of breath from running back to their farm and getting   
   whatever it was they got, and running back to my home, they both still   
   sounded rather nervous.  I figured they were afraid I might tell on them   
   if they did anything more.  They'd already left me laying tied to my bed   
   with my silk nightgown pulled up and my panties showing, and they were   
   standing there staring at me still laying there like that.  They didn't   
   want to get in trouble, but I could tell they wanted to do even more.   
      
   They moved up closer, one boy on each side of me.  I looked away from   
   them and kept feebly twisting around.  Of course the thin black leather   
   belt on my wrists didn't budge even a little bit.  The cloth straps on   
   my ankles, holding my legs out wide to the side rails of my bunkbed,   
   were just as tight as ever.  All I did by squirming was to excite my   
   neighbors even more.  I squirmed again, feeling naughty, knowing the   
   boys were looking at my white silk panties, and the words "I'm a Little   
   Devil" in flaming red lettering.  I felt like a little devil.  I almost   
   giggled, but that would have given me away.   
      
   Unless I spoke up right away, and told them to stop or else I'd tell,   
   they were going to spank me, right on those panties, whether I wanted   
   them to or not.  I knew if I told on them they'd get in so much trouble,   
   and they knew it, too.  After all, my daddy was one of the deacons at   
   the church, and my mommy was the organist.  That's why when I told them   
   I wasn't feeling well, they'd gone to church without me.  And one of my   
   uncles was the pastor.  Not the one who had given me the ribbons, but a   
   different one.  And besides all that, my family was rich.  We had more   
   than five square miles of the best Illinois farm land, first farmed by   
   Obadiah Meadows, my great-grand-daddy on my mother's side.  He was so   
   important around here they named the whole town after him.   
      
   On the other hand, I knew if I told on them that I'd get into a lot of   
   trouble too, for letting them in the house in the first place.  My daddy   
   didn't like their daddy, and he didn't like me playing with Darren and   
   Rusty in the first place, because they never went to church.  Letting   
   anybody in the house when nobody else was home was even worse.  Putting   
   the two together, I wasn't sure who would get in more trouble, me from   
   my parents, or them from my parents.  Their daddy wouldn't care, I was   
   sure of that, but mine would throw a fit.   
      
   "We'll give you a few more minutes to get untied," Darren offered.  The   
   tension in his voice was back stronger than ever.  I wondered why, and I   
   wondered why they were giving me more time, instead of spanking me right   
   away when they had the chance.   
      
   The answer came a few seconds later.   
      
   I felt a coolness on my back.  I couldn't turn my head to see what had   
   caused the sensation, since my wrists were tied together by the belt   
   and pulled tight to the headboard of the bed, pinning my head between   
   my arms.  But it didn't take much for me to guess that either Darren or   
   Rusty had carefully lifted my pink silk nightgown up off my back.  He'd   
   done it so slowly and carefully that I hadn't felt it move against my   
   skin at all.  Clearly he was trying to make sure I didn't know he was   
   doing it.  I played along, acting as if nothing was happening at all.   
   I pulled on the belt again, squirming against the straps on my ankles,   
   with no more result than ever.  Not that I was trying very hard.   
      
   It didn't matter which boy had done it, I knew they were both looking at   
   my bare back, probably all the way up to my shoulders.  I shivered, not   
   from the cold, but from the thought that I was laying there on my bed,   
   wearing nothing at all except my panties from my neck on down, with two   
   big boys looking at me close enough to spank me.  Close enough to touch   
   me, even.   
      
   I heard one of them murmur, or maybe both.  They must have liked what   
   they saw, enough to risk me telling on them for it, because they didn't   
   put my nightgown back down for a long time.  I twisted and pulled on the   
   belt and straps somewhat, but I kept my mind on trying to tell what they   
   were doing, where they were moving, where they were looking, as best I   
   could.  Rusty moved to the end of the bed away from my head, so he must   
   have been looking at my bottom from between my legs while Darren held my   
   nightgown up high.  Then he came back, and Darren moved.  I felt a brush   
   of silk against my shoulder when they changed places, but I acted like I   
   didn't feel it.  I knew they could see almost my whole bare body from my   
   neck down, tied spread out right there in front of them.  I knew they   
   liked seeing me that way.   
      
   'What are they thinking about?' I wondered.  They weren't thinking I was   
   going to get untied if they just gave me 'a few more minutes' that was   
   for sure.  I wished they'd get around to spanking me, or something, but   
   they didn't seem to be in any hurry to put my nightgown back down.   
      
   When I finally felt the slight weight of the sheer silk coming down onto   
   my skin, it wasn't the middle of my back where it had been.  Whichever   
   boy had last held it, he'd lowered my nightgown carefully down onto my   
   shoulders.  I was still almost bare.  I lay there knowing what they were   
   doing, knowing how much of my bare body they could see, and knowing I'd   
   get in an awful lot of trouble if my parents found out.  I trembled with   
   nervous excitement almost as much as they were.  I hoped they would take   
   my shivering as a sign I was cold, even though it was plenty warm in my   
   bedroom.  I suddenly remembered to pull and squirm some more, realizing   
   I had stopped some time ago.   
      
   "Time's up, for real this time," Darren decided.  "Time for some whap   
   whappety whap!  Right, Marie?"   
      
   I think he was checking to see if I would tell on him if he did it, not   
   to make sure I wanted him to spank me, but only to make sure he wouldn't   
   get in trouble for it.  "If that's the rule, then that's the rule," I   
   sulked, trying to sound annoyed but resigned to my fate, so he wouldn't   
   worry.   
      
   "Let's gag her first," Rusty joked.  "And let's use these!" he added,   
   picking up my knee-length white socks the boys had dropped on the floor   
      
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