From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 4 of 11                    Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Chapter Four: Not All I Hoped   
      
   "I want to spank her first!" Rusty demanded, with a trace of pleading.   
      
   "Okay, you go first," Darren agreed.  As the bigger of the two brothers   
   by four years, he could have claimed the right to be the first one to   
   spank me, but he didn't.  "Where did you leave the switch?" he asked.   
      
   The question baffled me, since the light was already on in my attic   
   bedroom.  Everything was well lit up, and besides, how could he have   
   taken the switch anywhere?   
      
   "Here it is," Rusty answered.  "What do you think of this, Marie?"  He   
   pushed his hand under my chin to lift my head off the bed, and showed me   
   an object, holding it in front of my face for a few seconds.  It was a   
   thin branch freshly cut from a weeping willow tree, with all the leaves   
   and most of the bark stripped off of it.  It was light and springy, as   
   you would expect something willowy to be, almost as thick as a pencil   
   and about as long as his forearm.  It looked wicked.   
      
   Then I remembered hearing that another girl was going to be 'switched'   
   for being naughty.  At the time, I thought that meant she was going to   
   be traded for a different kid, but she was still there, still the same   
   girl, the next day.  Only, she sat at her desk strangely, and wouldn't   
   talk to anyone about it.  Being switched must be like being paddled,   
   only not with a paddle, but a switch, I decided.   
      
   'So that's what he's going to spank me with,' I cringed.   
      
   With my knee-length white sock in my mouth and tied around my head as a   
   gag, naturally I didn't say anything, I just looked at the switch, then   
   at Rusty.  He had a look of anticipation as he watched for my reaction.   
   My eyes must have said I was a little scared.  To tell the truth, I was.   
   Sure, I had decided to play along with the game, and let the boys spank   
   me so I could find out what a spanking was like, but I still wasn't sure   
   about all this, especially after Darren had gagged me.  Well, it didn't   
   matter, there was nothing I could do to stop them anymore.   
      
   Rusty moved back so he was closer to my bottom.  I turned my head as far   
   as I could to watch him, which wasn't far, since my wrists were still   
   tightly bound to the headboard of my bunkbed by a thin leather belt, and   
   my arms were on either side of my head.  All I could see was his left   
   shoulder, which told me nothing since he had the switch in his right   
   hand.   
      
   Even if I'd been able to see him about to swing, I couldn't have moved   
   my bottom to avoid it.  My ankles were tied with the straps from my blue   
   coveralls.  I wore them every wednesday when I had to do farm chores on   
   my daddy's farm for a whole hour, but I'd never worn them tied around my   
   ankles before, let alone had them tied to the side rails of my bed to   
   keep my legs spread out wide.  But I'd never played Tie-Up before then,   
   either, never let two big boys tie me up to my bed, had never even let   
   anyone come in when I was all alone in the house, before.  They'd tied   
   me up nice and tight, that was for sure.  No, I could squirm and wiggle   
   around, and I did, but my bottom wasn't going anywhere.  I knew it, and   
   Darren knew it, and Rusty holding that switch knew it.   
      
   Also, my bottom was covered only by a thin pair of white silk panties,   
   the ones with a picture of a blushing devil girl on the front, and the   
   words "I'm a Little Devil" across my bottom on the back, right where   
   Rusty's eyes were surely looking at that moment.  Darren's eyes were   
   probably glued to my panties too, unless he was looking at my pink silk   
   'dancing bunnies' nightgown that one of the boys had left laying around   
   my shoulders, or my bare back, or any of the rest of me, since I had on   
   nothing at all from my neck down to my ankles, except for those devil   
   panties!   
      
   I felt awfully naughty and awfully excited just thinking about how much   
   of my bare body I was letting the boys see.  I wasn't even supposed to   
   let boys see my panties at all, ever, not even a little part of them,   
   not even for a second, or my parents would punish me.  But when I felt   
   Darren and Rusty pulling up my nightgown, and knew they were looking at   
   all of my panties, and my bare skin all the way to my neck, for a long   
   long time, it only made me giddy with delight.  I wasn't a good girl   
   anymore, and I loved it.   
      
   'You deserve to be spanked for being so naughty!' I teased myself.   
      
   The boy about to spank me was in my class in school.  He was old enough   
   to be in fourth grade, but he'd been held back for some reason, and had   
   to repeat third grade again.  Some girls said it was because he'd gotten   
   into so much trouble the year before, but that didn't make any sense to   
   me.  If he was such a big pain, why would Mrs. Grissom let him stay in   
   her class for another year?   
      
   "Aaaiihhhwwwww!!"  I found I could make noise in spite of the sock in my   
   mouth.  Speaking of what a big pain Rusty was!  The first ever smack on   
   my soft tender bottom was so sudden it took me completely by surprise.   
   Oww, it stung!!   
      
   "Eeeaaahwww!" I whimpered when the second blow hit a couple of seconds   
   later.  "Aaahhhwww!  Iiiaaahhh!  Uuuhwwww!" I moaned again every few   
   seconds, as Rusty landed blow after blow.  I tensed my legs and pulled   
   and twisted, as I tried to get my bottom out of the path of the switch,   
   but I was as helpless as... well... as an eight-year-old girl bound hand   
   and foot to her bed, and gagged.  I didn't have to pretend it hurt, to   
   make the boys think they were being mean to me.  It definitely hurt!   
   "Eeeeahhh!  Aaaaeeehhh!!" I whimpered at the sixth and seventh assault   
   on my twitching bottom.   
      
   The moment I lost count, it stopped.  I hadn't cried, but I was close to   
   it, gasping and still whimpering a little.   
      
   "I said that's enough," Darren insisted.  When had he said anything?  I   
   must have missed it, my attention being diverted to other more demanding   
   sensations at the time.   
      
   "Aww, come on!" Rusty complained.  He sounded awfully disappointed.   
      
   I realized, despite the stinging pain in my bottom, which was already   
   fading, I was also disappointed.  That was it??  What was the big deal?   
   Was that all there was to it?  Even I, the one who had been getting the   
   spanking, thought it was over too soon.   
      
   Darren moved beside Rusty, and spoke with him in a low voice.  They   
   turned their backs to me and spoke quietly for awhile.  I didn't catch   
   everything they said, but I could hear better than they thought, or they   
   wouldn't have let me hear any of it.   
      
   "But I won't get another turn unless she lets us tie her up again!  And   
   she won't let us.  No way, not after you spank her with yours!" Rusty   
   protested, clearly irritated.   
      
   "She might," Darren responded, but sounding a little unsure.   
      
      
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