From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Meadows 9 of 11                  Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday   
      
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Chapter Nine:   
      
   Asking For It   
      
   "Wait!" I shouted.  "Don't I get ten minutes?"   
      
   That was the second rule of Tie-Up that Darren had said, when we'd begun   
   playing it.  He and Rusty had even allowed me more time than that, when   
   they had me tied to my bed face down, with my legs spread out wide, in   
   just my nightgown and panties, and when they'd turned me over and tied   
   me face up and blindfolded me, with my legs spread wider, where they'd   
   gradually pulled my nightgown off over my head.  I was supposed to get   
   ten minutes to get loose, before they would each get to spank me.  The   
   boys couldn't change the rules now, could they?  It just wasn't fair to   
   spank me now!   
      
   "You get one spanking from me whether you get untied this time or not,   
   Marie.  That's what you agreed to, so I'm giving it to you now!" Rusty   
   exulted.  He was awfully eager to begin spanking his eight-year-old   
   neighbor for the second time today.  What boy wouldn't be?   
      
   "Oh, please, please, give me time!" I begged.  But he was right, I'd   
   agreed to those conditions in the hope of getting out of the three other   
   spankings that I was due for, from the last two times they'd tied me.   
      
   But I never thought I'd get tied up in my panties where they had me now!   
      
   Thick leather belts on my wrists kept my bare arms straight up and out   
   to the side, attached by ropes to the curtain rod that held the lacy   
   yellow and white curtains framing me in the large window.  My bare feet   
   lightly touched two stacks of books beneath me, and then only if I kept   
   my bare legs spread slightly apart to reach them.  My bare ribs faced   
   the window, standing out from being stretched, and anyone who happened   
   to walk by on the ground below could have looked up at the attic window   
   of my house and seen my bare chest, my two little pink dotties, and my   
   belly button.   
      
   Rusty just laughed and stood there looking at me, enjoying the view from   
   behind me.  He could see my bare shoulders and back only partly covered   
   down to the middle by my long soft brown hair.  And, of course, he had a   
   nice up-close view of my glossy white silk panties with their lacy pink   
   trim along the waistband, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" stitched in   
   red letters across my bottom, right where he'd spanked me with a willow   
   switch earlier that sunday morning.  Right where he was about to spank   
   me again.   
      
   His big brother, Darren, four years older than Rusty and five years   
   older than the helpless girl in the window, would be back any second   
   with the switch for Rusty to spank me with.   
      
   No, wait, Rusty hadn't asked for the switch, or had he?  Uncertainty and   
   fear made me turn my head and watch in trepidation as Darren returned.   
   Rusty held his hand out, and Darren gave him an object.  Rusty lifted it   
   to show me.  I screamed.   
      
   The stick held no illusions of beauty for me now, as it had the first   
   few moments I'd seen it, colored light reflecting off the heads of the   
   tacks arranged at random on one side.  I knew the other side displayed   
   the nasty end of those tacks, dozens of tiny sharp points bristling out   
   from it like a swarm of little hornets, and every one of them eager to   
   sting my tender bottom again and again.  The moment I saw the stick in   
   Rusty's hand, panic overwhelmed me.   
      
   "No!  No!!  Nooo!!  I thought you'd spank me with the switch!" I wailed,   
   twisting and pulling in desperation.  My feet slipped off the stacks of   
   books, and I kicked wildly until I got my footing back, with my legs as   
   wide apart as they had been.   
      
   "We never said what he'd spank you with, only that Rusty would give you   
   the spanking," Darren smirked, delighted to have tricked me again.  "Now   
   there's only one question, same as there was before, Marie.  Do you want   
   it on your panties, or not?"   
      
   "No!  No!" I wailed again.   
      
   "You want your panties down, then?" Rusty teased.   
      
   "No!  No!!  Nooo!!" I wailed louder.  I hoped I was making myself clear.   
      
   "It seems she wants it on her panties, so they'll get ruined," Darren   
   lamented, insincerely.  "Too bad.  They're such niiiiiice panties."   
      
   "Not the stick!  Not the stick!" I whined, still struggling.   
      
   "You want me to spank you with the switch?" Rusty asked.   
      
   "Uh, yes.  Yes."   
      
   "Then ask me, Marie.  Nicely."   
      
   "P-please spank me with the switch."   
      
   "No.  I don't want to," he crushed my hopes.  He was as mean as Darren.   
   "I'm going to spank you with the stick.  On your panties, or no panties?   
   Which will it be?"   
      
   I couldn't let Rusty spank me on my panties, I knew.  Not only were they   
   my second-favorite panties, they were a birthday present from Unky Luke,   
   along with my "I'm a Little Angel" panties that matched them that were   
   my favorite.  I loved Unky Luke, and he loved me, and I didn't want his   
   birthday present to me to be ruined by the sharp tacks on the stick, no   
   matter what.  And besides, if they were, Mommy would find out, and I'd   
   get in trouble for letting the boys into the house in the first place,   
   and for letting them tie me up, and even worse for letting them see my   
   panties.  If Mommy or Daddy ever found out I had helped Darren and Rusty   
   take my nightgown off me, I'd be doomed, punished every day for a year.   
   I couldn't risk it.   
      
   But I couldn't ask them to pull my panties down, as I'd done before.   
   This time my ankles weren't tied to the side rails of my bed, and my   
   legs weren't spread out wide, and more importantly, I wasn't lying face   
   down on my bed, hidden away from everyone but them.  I stood facing most   
   of the buildings on my daddy's farm, the orchard and gardens, and fields   
   out as far as I could see.  Even Darren and Rusty's farmhouse was close   
   enough to see people and see what they were wearing, if anyone had been   
   there.  I couldn't let anyone see me up in my bedroom window with my   
   panties down, I just couldn't!   
      
   The only card I had left was the Old Maid, but I played it anyway.   
      
   "I'll tell!  I'll tell, and you'll get in big big trouble!"  I bluffed,   
   trying to sound as bold as I could.  That wasn't easy while standing   
   tied up in a window, looking over my bare shoulder at them.   
      
   My threat didn't have the effect I had hoped for.   
      
   "Oh, nooooo," Darren mocked, "she's going to telllll on us!  Come on,   
   Rusty, let's get out of here while there's still time to get away!"   
      
   "Yea!" Rusty mimicked, "Hurry, we better run away before Marie tells on   
   us!  Let's go!  Leave her nightgown laying right here," he added, making   
   sure I saw it, "and let's scram!  Head for the hills!!!" he shouted, and   
   backed away, laughing.   
      
   Then they made for the top of the stairs that led down from my bedroom   
   to the rest of the house.  They disappeared from my view.  They weren't   
   going to spank me, I realized with relief.  Then I imagined seeing them   
      
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