From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 6 of 11                  Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Chapter Six: On the Flip Side   
      
   I lay on the lower bunk of my bunkbed, on top of my covers all bright   
   with daffodils, up in my bedroom in the attic.  The sun filtered in   
   through a skylight on the sloping south ceiling, lighting up the whole   
   room brightly, except for the part lit by the lamp by the stairs.  The   
   sun hadn't begun to shine in the west window with its bright yellow   
   curtains yet, and wouldn't for a few hours yet, since it wasn't quite   
   eleven on a sunday morning in late summer.   
      
   My nearest neighbor, Rusty, knelt on the bed on one side of me, and his   
   big brother, Darren, knelt by my other side.  I lay on my bed, with a   
   boy on each side, looking back and forth.  Of course I know that doesn't   
   sound naughty at all, but it was.   
      
   Why?  Well, I was supposed to be sick, that's why my parents had let me   
   stay home from church, but I didn't feel sick anymore.  And those boys   
   weren't supposed to be there, because my parents weren't home.  And I   
   wasn't supposed to play with those boys at all, let alone in my bedroom.   
   Plus, I only had on a light silk nightgown, and some panties, because it   
   was hot in my bedroom the night before.  I knew that good girls didn't   
   let boys see them like that.  Even naughtier, they had my wrists tied   
   together with a thin leather belt, the other end of which kept my wrists   
   close to the headboard, and they were working on tying me up the rest of   
   the way.  And to top off all of that, I wasn't stopping them.   
      
   "She needs a blindfold," Darren observed.   
      
   "You'll cover up my freckles," I noted.  I didn't have many, and they   
   were only little ones, but I knew guys thought they were cute, because   
   Unky Luke always told me so.   
      
   "Big deal!" he retorted.  He didn't seem to care about my freckles.   
      
   "I won't look," I volunteered.   
      
   "Huh?" Darren asked.   
      
   "I'll keep my eyes closed," I said.   
      
   "There's nothing you could look at, that would matter if you saw it," he   
   huffed.  "It's just that the blindfold goes with being tied up."   
      
   "It didn't last time," I objected, unconvinced, referring to when the   
   boys tied me face down and gave me a chance to untie myself, and then   
   gagged me and spanked me when I couldn't.  I didn't see why a blindfold   
   would be necessary this time.   
      
   "Shut up, or I'll gag you again," he groaned.  Instead of using the sock   
   I'd had in my mouth as a gag, he reached for the other knee-length white   
   sock on the floor, that they'd taken off of me last time they'd tied me.   
   He shoved it under my neck, which was easier since my arms were bent.   
   He pulled it over my eyes, tied it loosely, slid the knot to my ear,   
   jerked it tight, then forced the knot under my head.  I couldn't see a   
   thing, just like he wanted it.  He must have had a reason why he wanted   
   to blindfold me, but he kept it to himself.   
      
   "Now you won't get to hear the stories my eyes tell," I chided the boys.   
   That was a little joke I had with my Unky Luke.  He loved my big brown   
   eyes, and he'd always said so every time he'd come over to play with me.   
   I missed him so much after he left, sometimes I cried about it.   
      
   "What in the world are you talking about, Marie?" Rusty asked, but he   
   didn't seem to care whether I answered.  I didn't expect either of the   
   boys to understand.   
      
   The boys took my ankles, same as they'd done the last time, and pulled   
   me away from the headboard, sliding me on the bed to tighten the belt on   
   my wrists and straighten my arms out beside my head.  They pulled hard,   
   until the belt began to pinch into my wrists uncomfortably.   
      
   My long brown hair flooded out into a stream behind my head as I slid.   
   Just as it did the first time they'd tied me, my pink silk dancing bunny   
   nightgown stayed where it was on the bed, and I slid out of it, so the   
   back of it rode up to my neck, and I felt my bare back sliding along the   
   covers of my bed.  The front of my nightgown slid up to the middle of my   
   tummy.  I knew the boys could see all of my panties again, the smooth   
   glossy white silk, the lacy pink trim, and my bare skin above and below.   
      
   Only this time, they saw the front, with the picture of a cute little   
   devil girl holding her arms in front of her bashfully, and blushing.   
   With her little horns and tail, and her reddish skin all over, she was   
   just the opposite of the little angel girl on the other pair of panties   
   that Unky Luke had given me, but she was even cuter, he'd told me.  I   
   liked the angel better because she had on a pretty golden robe.  Well,   
   she mostly had it on, anyway.  Mommy didn't like it, even though it was   
   an angel.  She didn't say so, but I saw her frowning at it when I opened   
   my present and showed it to her.  The little devil girl on the panties I   
   had on that morning wasn't wearing any clothes at all.  Mommy frowned at   
   it even more than the angel, but since nobody would ever see it but me,   
   she didn't stop me from wearing them.  Not even Daddy ever saw my angel   
   and devil panties.  Only Unky Luke had ever seen me wearing them before,   
   on Christmas day, when I tried on both of them for him so he could make   
   sure they fit.   
      
   But now Darren and Rusty, my closest neighbors, naughty boys who never   
   even went to church and probably didn't know anything about angels or   
   devils, could see the front of my panties while they tied me up.  Even   
   though I was blindfolded, I knew they couldn't resist looking, and it   
   thrilled me to lay there and let them see.   
      
   I wondered what they thought of the girl being naked.  They seemed to   
   think it was funny, or something else was funny, from all the laughing   
   they did.  I heard the boys snickering out loud as they pulled my legs   
   wide apart and pulled the straps from my ankles out to the side rails of   
   my bed for the second time that morning.   
      
   'Oh!' I thought, 'They can probably see my belly button!'   
      
   That was another thing I was never ever supposed to let any boys see,   
   even more than my panties, yet there I was, laying with my arms tied up   
   to the head of my bed, letting the boys tie my ankles out to the sides   
   of the bed, and all the while, they could see my belly button!  That's   
   what they must have been laughing about, not the naked little devil girl   
   on the front of my panties, even though she had her belly button showing   
   just as much as I did.   
      
   They finished tying me up, tightening the straps so my heels pressed   
   against the tops of the round metal rails on the sides of my bed.  My   
   legs were spread out wider than they'd been the previous time.  I felt   
   stretched to the limit, with my arms straight up to the headboard, my   
   legs almost straight out to the side, and my knees a little bent.  Just   
   to make sure I was tied tight, the boys pulled on my ankles, down toward   
      
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