From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Fairies 7  of 8   
   by bobandcarole   
                                      Chapter 7: Tina's Punishment   
      
         Bob stepped up beside the little girl who lay face down across the   
   patio table.  He gripped her long black braid and tugged it back, hard.   
   Her head rose, her neck twisted backward, and a long tormented sob shook   
   the naked girl, stretched painfully between cords on her wrists at the   
   edges of the table and the cords on her ankles pulling her dangling legs   
   underneath it.  "Now for my part of the punishment for spying on us.  If   
   you ever do it again, you'll get the same again, so remember this!"  He   
   didn't expect an answer, since she had a wooden rod strapped across her   
   mouth to keep her moans and crying quiet.  Not that Bob or his friends   
   minded her moaning and crying, just that they had her in Bob's own back   
   yard, and didn't want anyone else to hear her.  He suddenly flipped her   
   braid aside, letting her head fall forward.   
      
         Tina already regretted trespassing on Jeremy's property, regretted   
   climbing the tree to see why her friend, Karen, had gone with the boys   
   to Jeremy's back yard, and regretted staying around wanting to get some   
   silver bracelets like those she had seen the boys give to Karen.  She   
   regretted living on the same block as the cruel boys who had her naked   
   and helpless, gagged, and tied up tight enough to hurt her terribly.   
      
         Bob raised his arm, belt in hand.   
      
         "Wait!!" Ken shouted.  "Wait!  I want to get this moment!  I'll let   
   you know when I'm ready!"  He ran around to the other side of the table   
   from Bob, raised his camera and framed a shot showing Tina's face and   
   her bare arms spread wide apart, with Bob in the background.  Frowning,   
   he complained, "I can't see much of her from here."  He turned over a   
   large clay pot and stood on it.  "That's better," he said, but he still   
   wasn't satisfied.  Unmindful of the flowers within, he flipped two more   
   pots and put the first on top between them.  "Alright, just a second,"   
   he said, framing his ideal view, looking along Tina's bare back, to the   
   two mounds of her ass and his three friends standing behind her, one   
   with a belt.  The shot included Tina's tear-streaked face, the wooden   
   rod in her mouth gagging her, the rubber strap holding it in place, both   
   wrists and the cords binding them to the table, and enough of her body   
   to prove the girl was completely naked.  "Ready!!" he called out.   
      
         "Uhhh," Tina moaned after Ken's warning, even before Bob brought   
   the belt down.  "Ohhhh-"  Crack!  An inch of hard leather struck across   
   her bottom cheeks.  Her body jerked, but in the unyielding grip of the   
   cords, had nowhere to go, and the motion stabbed pain through her wrists   
   and ankles to match the stinging pain from behind.  "UUUhhhhwwww!" she   
   sobbed.   
      
         Ken clicked a picture as Bob swung the belt down for the first   
   blow, and took shot after shot of Tina's writhing and twisting as much   
   as her bondage allowed, as the pain of the blow traveled through her   
   frail slender body.   
      
         Crack! the belt struck her again.  The muscles in her legs and   
   arms jerked again, her body attempting to avoid harm by reflex, pulling   
   away from sudden intense pain.  Crack!  "Uhhaaahhhhwww!" she sobbed, a   
   low quiet wail.  Crack!  "Uhaahhww!"  Crack!  "UhhUhhhUhhhh... UhhhUhh,"   
   Tina moaned.  Crack!  "Eeeieee! Uuheee Uhheee!"   Crack!  "Uueeee!" she   
   screamed, but only the barest whimper escaped, which was more than Tina   
   could hope for herself.  Crack!  Gasping between sobs, Tina felt on fire   
   across her entire bottom, the sensation competing for her attention with   
   the raging agony of her wrists and ankles.  Crackk!  "Ahhwwww! Aahhhwww!   
   Aaahhhwww!" she wailed.   
      
         Bob hesitated, arm raised, belt in hand, frightened by the sound of   
   a sliding glass door as it rumbled open.  Music from a commercial for a   
   sports car floated from the house.   
      
         "What the hell are you doing back here?" a voice called out.  "What   
   in the hell is all that cracking?  You damn well better not be breaking   
   anything, or you won't live to regret it!" Bob's father growled warning   
   as he emerged from the house.  He stepped off the landing and turned to   
   see what mischief his son was up to.   
      
         Everyone froze.   
      
         Bob's father froze, taking in the situation.   
      
         Bob froze with his arm upraised, the belt drooping.  He stared at   
   his father.   
      
         Steve and Jeremy froze, then inched away, trying to put distance   
   between themselves and Bob without being too obvious about it.   
      
         Ken froze, standing on a pile of flower pots with nowhere to step,   
   unable to back away from the scene.  He slowly lowered his camera down   
   to shoulder level, but otherwise held very still.   
      
         Tina, well, Tina didn't move much either, not that she had much   
   choice about it.  She moved more than anyone else, in fact, raising her   
   head to see the man better.  She sniffed, still sobbing, shoulders still   
   trembling.  Enormous relief flooded through her.  She sniffed again, her   
   large streaming eyes on her rescuer, trying to express her thankfulness   
   to him.   
      
         Bob's father stood with his hands on his hips, staring at his son,   
   at the other three boys, and at the naked little girl who was obviously   
   helpless and obviously suffering intensely.   
      
         "We... We're..." Bob stammered.  "We're not breaking anything," he   
   offered lamely.   
      
         "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" his father growled.   
   Still nobody moved.   
      
         "Um," Bob gulped.  His father hadn't told him to stop or anything.   
   "Just this," Bob answered, hesitating.  "This is the cracking you heard   
   before."  He brought his belt down hard on Tina's ass.  Crack!   
      
         Tina wailed!  "UAAaahhww!!  OHHhhwwww!"  She jerked in her bonds.   
      
         "Is that a girl?" the man demanded angrily.   
      
         "Um," Bob started, "uhmm, yes, of course!"  He reached out and   
   flipped her long black braid across her pale back, to the other side of   
   the patio table, so his father could see it.   
      
         "Well at least there's that," his father softened, relieved, "but   
   you still haven't said just what the hell you're doing."   
      
         "We're spanking her," Bob stated.  It was obvious anyway, so he saw   
   no reason to try to hide it anymore.  He brought his arm down again, as   
   hard and as fast as before.  Crack!   
      
         "UUUhhhhUhhhh!  Awwwwwieee!" Tina sobbed, new tears streaming down   
   her face as she thrashed her head.  "UUuhhhh Uhhhh," she moaned, staring   
   at the man who only stood staring at her.   
      
         "See?  We're not breaking anything," Bob stated timidly, waiting a   
   few more moments for a reply.  When his father still said nothing, he   
   raised his arm again.   
      
         Crack!!  "Eeeehhhhwww!  Eehhhww!  Uhhhhhwww Uhhhh Uhhhhhwww!" Tina   
   whimpered.  She stared at the man, her eyes begging him to stop them, to   
      
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