From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 5 of 11                  Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Chapter Five: A Second Chance   
      
   "Now for your second spanking, Marie!" Darren informed me, sounding far   
   less nervous than he had before.   
      
   "This is going to be great!" Rusty smirked, moving around to the head of   
   my bunkbed and kneeling down so he could look me right in the face.  He   
   knew more than I did about what his big brother was going to do, and he   
   seemed full of eager anticipation.   
      
   I just lay there looking at him, since I couldn't turn my head or say   
   anything, what with the sock gagging my mouth and the belt binding my   
   wrists together to the headboard.  I wiggled my panty-clad bottom as if   
   I was trying to get away, knowing the straps holding my ankles spread   
   out wide were in no danger of coming loose until the boys untied them.   
   I figured the boys would like to see that.  If they enjoyed being mean   
   to girls, they'd want to think I didn't like what they were doing to me,   
   nor what they were planning to do to me.   
      
   They were half wrong.  I liked being naughty, laying there letting the   
   boys see my almost bare body, my pretty pink nightgown with the white   
   lace trim pulled up to my shoulders and my white silk panties stretched   
   across my bottom.  My sore bottom still stung from the spanking with a   
   willow switch Rusty had just given me a few minutes earlier, but I even   
   liked the stinging, in a way.  I felt like a little devil girl.   
      
   In fact, the bright red words on my panties saying "I'm a Little Devil"   
   perfectly described what I'd let the boys do already.  I wasn't supposed   
   to play with them, I wasn't supposed to let them in the house, I wasn't   
   supposed to let any boys see my panties, and nobody had ever had to tell   
   me not to let boys tie me up to my bed and pull up my nightgown!  All of   
   that made me feel very naughty, and very excited.  I was having fun!   
      
   I could tell from Rusty's grin that he liked having a girl, especially   
   one of his eight-year-old classmates, tied up to her bed, helpless, with   
   nobody around to save her.  Or at least, he liked that girl to be me,   
   which she was.  He liked the look of fear in my eyes, all of it real.   
   Yes, they were half right, too.  I wasn't sure I was going to like their   
   plans so much.  I didn't know anything they were thinking of doing next,   
   except for Darren spanking me, and I had no way to stop them no matter   
   what they did.   
      
   Darren fetched what he needed from the place he'd left it, by the stairs   
   leading down from my attic bedroom to the rest of the house.  He brought   
   it over to me, and held it in front of my face.  At first it just looked   
   like a stick of wood, but with little shiny metal circles decorating it.   
   The wood looked light and soft, about twice as wide as his thumb.  The   
   metal circles reflected warm yellow light from my west window and the   
   lacy yellow curtains all around it, and picked up some of the pink, red,   
   and green from the flowers on the walls of my bedroom.   
      
   'I wouldn't mind being spanked with that,' I thought.  'It's so pretty!'   
      
   My appreciation for its beauty evaporated, replaced by apprehension and   
   fear, when he turned it over and I saw the other side, the side he meant   
   to spank me with.  What I had thought were such pretty decorations were   
   really the heads of tacks, dozens of them.  All of them poked through   
   the wood to the other side, creating a frightening forest of tiny sharp   
   points.  And they all looked ravenously hungry to taste a little girl's   
   tender bottom.  Rusty's willow switch had looked wicked, but this cruel   
   instrument Darren held before my eyes made that willow switch look like   
   my softest bath sponge.   
      
   I gasped, and my eyes grew wide.  I made the loudest protest I could   
   make with a sock in my mouth, "Aaooohhh!  AAAOOoohhh!  AaaooooOOOhhh!!   
   Aaaoooohh!!"  Desperately, I struggled with my slender arms and legs   
   against the belt and straps holding me securely to my bed, twisting and   
   straining and moaning, but to no avail.   
      
   Darren and Rusty burst out laughing.  My reaction to the sight of the   
   tacks obviously delighted them.  They made no move to release me, no   
   sign of changing their minds about spanking me.  Rusty kept watching my   
   face, Darren moved back to watch me squirming madly in my panties, and   
   both of them kept laughing, filled with glee.   
      
   "Awwww, what's the matter, Marie?" Rusty teased me, chuckling right into   
   my face as I struggled.  "Don't want to follow the rules of the game?   
   Think you're going to get out of it?"  He stood to get a better view of   
   the action that Darren had been watching.   
      
   I quickly grew tired and had to stop struggling.  I lay there panting,   
   no closer to escaping the spanking than I had been before I tried.  If   
   the boys liked being mean to girls, all I'd done was get them even more   
   excited.  They stood over me, still grinning broadly.   
      
   "You know, this might damage her panties," Darren pointed out to Rusty.   
   "All the little tacks stabbing through would leave holes, and those look   
   like a pretty nice pair of panties.  Probably expensive."  Leaning down   
   to talk to me, he asked "It would be a shame to ruin them, wouldn't it,   
   Marie?"   
      
   I just lay there, still panting from the exertion of trying to escape,   
   not knowing what he was getting at.   
      
   "What if we pulled them down first?" Rusty proposed, snickering.   
      
   "That would work," Darren smiled.  "What do ya say, Marie?  Should we   
   pull your panties down before I spank you with this?"  He held the stick   
   out for me to see again, turning the nasty sharp little tacks toward me.   
      
   "Aoohhh! AAAAOOooohhh!!" I protested wildly, without even considering   
   the question about my panties, only the part about spanking me with that   
   horrible stick.  But he was right, the tacks would ruin my silk panties,   
   my second-favorite pair, given to me for my birthday last December by my   
   nice uncle, my Unky Luke, right before he moved away.  Although I didn't   
   want my nice white silk panties ruined, just the thought of those tacks   
   hitting my bare bottom terrified me, even without the embarassment of   
   the two boys seeing my bare bottom in the first place.  Which, when I   
   thought of it, might be fun.  Still, I kept pleading desperately with   
   them, "Aaaohhh!  Uonnh aaaann iiieeee!  Aaaoohh!"   
      
   "What was that, Marie?  I couldn't understand you," Darren teased.   
      
   "It sounded to me like she wants her panties down!" Rusty joked.   
      
   "Aaaaooohhhh," I moaned.   
      
   "I still can't figure out what you're saying," Darren chuckled.  "Here,"   
   he said, reaching out and untying the sock that had been wrapped around   
   my head, keeping me from speaking.  "Now tell me, would you rather I   
   spank you with this on your panties and ruin them, or do you want us to   
   pull your panties down before I spank you with it?"   
      
      
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