From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 7 of 11                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
                                Chapter Seven:   
      
     Wide Narrow Escape   
      
   'They're pulling my panties down!'   
      
   The thought screamed through my head under its own power, creating   
   tremors in my arms and legs from the force of it, despite their being   
   securely tied to my bed.   
      
   They were!  A nine-year-old boy who would be in my class in school   
   tomorrow, and his thirteen-year-old big brother, were leaning over my   
   helpless form at that very moment, and pulling my panties down!  The   
   front of my panties!  I felt the waistband tugging at my sides, but I   
   couldn't feel it at all around my belly.  And those panties were all   
   I was wearing, other than what the boys had used to tie me and blindfold   
   me.  Wrists and ankles and eyes aside, without my panties, I'd be stark   
   bare naked.   
      
   'Am I going to just lay here and let them do it!?' I wondered.   
      
   Okay, so just moments before, I had finished helping them take off my   
   nightgown, while pretending I didn't even know they were there.  I'd   
   helped them undress me, knowing as I did that it would leave me with   
   only my panties on.  And yes, that's why I helped them.  But that was   
   different.   
      
   And okay, before that, I'd let them blindfold me and tie me up to my   
   bed, knowing as they tied me that they could see all of my panties   
   already.  But that was different.   
      
   And yes, before that I had, well, um, okay.  So I had asked them to pull   
   my panties down.  But that was different!  They made me!!   
      
   It wasn't all that different in the final result, though, I realized   
   with relief,  The boys gave up on pulling my panties any further down.   
   Since they had tied my ankles to the metal bars that served as railings   
   on the sides of my bunkbed, and since they'd spread my legs wide enough   
   to get each of my heels onto a railing on opposite sides of my bed, it   
   was almost impossible for my panties to go anywhere.  That's what had   
   saved me from getting a bare-bottom spanking when I was tied face down.   
   Now it saved me from losing my panties when I was tied face up.  I let   
   out a sigh of relief.   
      
   The boys said nothing, of course, since they had been pretending all   
   along that they weren't there.  And I said nothing to them, since I had   
   been pretending that I didn't know they were there.  If they admitted   
   being there, they'd be admitting taking off my nightgown.  If I admitted   
   I knew they were there, I'd be admitting helping them take it off, or at   
   least letting them take it off.  But I had a hunch they knew I knew they   
   were there, and that they knew I knew they knew it.  The whole thing was   
   too strange.   
      
   But at least it kept them from getting my panties off!   
      
   I lay there on my bed, with my wrists bound by a thin leather belt and   
   secured to the headboard, my ankles fixed to the metal railings, and a   
   long white sock tied around my head as a blindfold.  As I said, the only   
   clothing I had on was a pair of silk panties.  And that was yet another   
   source of embarassment, since the front had a naked little devil girl   
   holding her hands in front of her, trying vainly to hide her bareness.   
   Boys weren't supposed to see those panties, let alone take them off me.   
      
   It seemed to me that Darren and Rusty had given up.  I felt no more tugs   
   on my panties.  For that matter, I didn't hear anyone moving, or bumping   
   things, or breathing, or whispering, or anything at all, anywhere in my   
   bedroom.  After five or ten more minutes of that, I finally decided that   
   they had gone away, gone downstairs, probably left the house, and left   
   me alone at last.  Maybe they'd gone home, to get something.   
      
   That reminded me of my situation.  I was still tied up, and Darren had   
   told me that if I could get untied, I wouldn't get the spanking he had   
   been about to give me.  But there wasn't much I could do about it.  I'd   
   wasted some effort already pulling and twisting and wiggling around, and   
   everything holding me was as tight as it ever was.  Getting loose would   
   have taken a lot more strength than an eight-year-old girl like myself   
   could hope to have.   
      
   After another five to ten minutes, I began to worry.  I couldn't tell   
   for sure how much time had passed, but it should have been enough for   
   them to walk to their home and come back.  They lived less than half a   
   mile away, on the farm nearest mine.  They were taking too long.   
      
   In another five to ten minutes, worry gnawed at me.  If they didn't come   
   back and untie me, my parents would find me like that, laying on my bed   
   tied up in just my panties.  That would be awful!  I would have to tell   
   them that I had let the boys in, and let them tie me up, and explain why   
   I wasn't wearing regular clothes, and why I didn't have my nightgown on   
   either.  It would be too embarassing, and I'd be punished six ways to   
   sunday, and probably ten more ways on sunday itself.  One time, Daddy   
   had punished me for something by making me stand up in front of everyone   
   in church and tell them what I had done.  What if he did that this time?   
      
   'Come on Rusty!  Darren!  Where arrrrre you?' I pleaded.   
      
   Once again I realized the absurdity of my dilemma, and the absurdity of   
   preferring to have two boys find me tied up to my bed wearing only my   
   panties, than to have either of my parents find me the exact same way.   
      
   Just when I was at the point of panic, and had completely lost track of   
   time, the front door slammed two storeys below me.  My heart leapt to my   
   throat.  I thought I heard two sets of footsteps calmly walking around,   
   but nobody called out to me, and nobody came up the stairs.  It was my   
   parents, home from church!   
      
   'Darren!  Rusty!!  Helllllp!!!!' I screamed silently and desperately.   
      
   And then, one set of footsteps began climbing the stairs.  Darren and   
   Rusty would have run up to see me the way I was dressed, and together,   
   so it had to be Mommy or Daddy.  I struggled madly in a last attempt to   
   escape, as futile as ever.  The footsteps began climbing the stairs to   
   the attic, which was my bedroom.  The steps were slower and heavier than   
   either Darren's or Rusty's had been.  On the verge of tears, I lay back   
   on my bed and prepared for the worst.   
      
   "Hi Marie!  How are you doing?" a voice called out.   
      
   Aaarrrgh!  It was Rusty!  I was so mad at him for being there, and for   
   not being there sooner, I didn't know what to say right away.  He didn't   
   wait for me.   
      
   "Say," he teased, when he saw me, "I like your outfit!  Very cute, I   
   must say!  What happened to your nightgown?"   
      
   He knew full well what happened to it, but I couldn't say so or he would   
   know that I knew.  We were back to the stalemate of neither of us being   
   able to accuse the other without admitting our own part in it.  But I   
   still had a trick.  I had my blindfold on.   
      
      
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