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Marie (of Meadows: Book One) and Cindy (Meadows: Book Two) both go to Jefferson Elementary School in Chenoa, in the same class. They're in 2nd grade in March, when the storm hits, destroying Cindy's bedroom so she has to move into that shed as a 'temporary' bedroom and her neighbors take advantage of the situation. They're just about to start 3rd grade, at the end of summer, when Marie stays home from church and her neighbors come over and take advantage of that situation. But those days were just the beginnings of their respective nightmares.

Oh how the girls hate the boys when winter comes.

Jefferson Elementary School in Chenoa has a playground, as all schools do, and at the south edge of the playground there are a couple of old wooden sheds for keeping equipment needed for sports and maintenance and so on. The maintenance shed isn't quite at the edge of the school grounds; it's four feet from it, so there's an open space behind it about four feet by twenty feet. The smaller second shed, built right up against the fence, blocks off the end of it, isolating that little area from the playground completely.

Well, not quite completely. The sheds are close together, but not touching. There's just enough room between them for small enough people to slip through and get behind the maintenance shed, into the open space. Nobody except children can get there. But no girls are allowed, only boys. The boys have made that clear.

The open area behind the shed is separated from a vacant lot by a wire-link fence, and across the vacant lot (about half a block away) is a busy highway that runs past the school. So they don't get a whole lot of privacy there, because of the highway and all the cars driving by all the time, but still, no one at the school can see them when they're there.

Whenever it gets just above freezing during the day and stays below freezing at night, and maybe gets a little new snow on a roof sometimes, huge icicles can form, hanging from the edge of a roof, because the water gradually melts on the top of the roof, trickles off the roof, and refreezes before it gets to the ground. Under the right conditions, icicles can get taller than a man and thicker than a leg at the top, tapering down to wrist-thick columns of solid ice all the way down. The conditions are often perfect on the south side of the maintenance shed at Jefferson Elementary School.

That shed has a nice big roof, since it stores a lot of stuff for the school, and the roof is supported by rafters, and they're about four feet apart as roof rafters typically are, and they stick out at the ends of the roof like rafters do on cheap buildings that weren't built for looks. And when it snows on the shed roof, and melts during the day and refreezes at night, huge icicles, long and thick, form at the ends of the rafters, hanging down from the roof like permanent fixtures during the winter months. They get very thick, and therefore very strong, and they reach all the way to the ground.

During recess, the boys like to take Marie or Cindy behind the maintenance shed, usually just one of them, and 'play' with her there. When it's warm, they just make her strip and keep her hands on the ends of two rafters either facing the building so they can spank her, or facing the highway... But when it gets cold and the icicles form, they like to have her strip (that's a given!) and put her feet against the icicles and hold the icicles with her hands. Either facing the building, or facing the highway. And it's cold out there.

Oh how the girls hate the boys when winter comes.

The roof sticks out away from the building, and the rafters stick out even more, so even when she's facing the highway there's still enough room between her and the building for a boy to get in a pretty good snap with a stick or a willow switch. And there's plenty of room all around for quite a number of boys (from any class out at recess at the time) to line up for their turn. It's easier when she's facing the building and holding the ends of the rafters, and they can use belts then, but it's easy enough the other direction to be effective. Plus, that way, everyone gets to see her face (and other parts) while it's happening, so it's just as much fun for the boys and just as bad for her, in different ways.

BR&T date: November 1997

Darren forces Marie to go behind the maintenance shed on the school playground on a cold winter day in late November (about three months after Darren and Rusty first went to her house that fateful sunday morning; they still 'owe her' three spankings because she's done everything they demanded to avoid ever getting one). About a dozen other boys go along, eager to watch what Darren does to her.

She's wearing a winter coat, snow pants, snow boots, and mittens, over a blouse, slacks, dress shoes, and panties.

There are small icicles hanging from the edge of the roof, and long wrist-thick icicles hanging from the end of each of the rafters.

Darren orders her to stand facing the shed and put her hands out on a pair of the thick icicles. Fearfully, she obeys, since he always has the unspoken threat of telling her parents all the naughty things she's done. He reaches around her and unzips her coat and pulls it open. He shoves the back of it up and over her head and down over her face, exposing her blouse. Marie softly pleads that it's too cold, but Darren doesn't stop. He reaches around to unbutton her blouse. Marie stands trembling, knowing what he's doing, but not even trying to stop him. He opens her blouse, exposing her bare chest to the cold wind, but facing the shed. He shoves the back of her blouse up and tries to hook it over her head, but can't get it over her coat, so changes his mind and shoves it up underneath her coat so it's held against the back of her neck.

Now all the boys can see her bare back, and see that she's standing there letting Darren do what he wants. She again pleads tearfully that it's too cold, this time with her skin exposed front and back, neck to waist. Darren ignores her pleading again, and takes the waist of her snow pants, slacks, and her panties, and yanks them down to her ankles all in one bunch, leaving her naked from her neck to her ankles with all the boys looking.

Marie starts crying but she doesn't dare take her hands off the icicles or he would tell on her for everything she's done before.

"Turn around!" he orders her. "Switch your hands to the other icicles, but back up where they were!"

Sobbing, Marie turns around with difficulty, her snow pants and slacks and panties around her ankles hindering her, so it takes several half-steps to fully turn around. Giving all the boys a view of her standing nearly naked, shivering and cringing, she raises her hands up and again holds the icicles.

Darren pulls one of her hands away from an icicle, yanks off her mitten, tugs the end of the coat sleeve past her hand, and orders her to pull her arm down and out of the coat while he holds it. Marie weakly pleads with him to let her keep her coat on, but he just grins, and she has to obey, pulling her right arm out of the coat and her blouse. He pushes her bare arm back up so she has to hold the icicle, this time with her bare hand. It freezes her, but she's more upset at her shame as Darren flips the coat over to her left and pulls it up her other arm. He yanks it off, taking her mitten with it, and pushes her hand back onto the icicle.

Now she's completely naked from her ankles up, outside in the chill winter wind, shivering constantly, with a dozen boys (who are all perfectly warm in their coats) smirking at her, admiring her pussy and titties. She holds the thick icicles in her freezing hands, arms raised, sobbing. Since she's facing the highway that runs along the field adjacent to the school, anyone driving by on the road can also see her standing there naked.

Marie pleads with Darren that she's freezing, that it's too cold.

"You're in luck, then, because I'm about to warm up your bottom!!" he declares cheerfully, letting the rest of the boys hear him, too. Marie knows what he means, and sobs.

He tells her that he's going to spank her seven times, and jokingly asks her if seven swats counts as a spanking, assuring her as always that if it does, he'll just go ahead and give her a full spanking. Like many previous times, Marie admits that seven swats won't count as a spanking. "In that case," he smirks, "they can all give you seven swats!"

The onlookers cheer excitedly, absolutely delighted that they'll all get a chance to spank her, and all get to watch her as all the others spank her, as she stands naked and submissive for them.

Marie closes her eyes and throws her head back and wails in utter despair, never daring to try to escape from them.

Before he starts spanking her, Darren says "I'm inviting all of you to come to visit me at my place for a few hours after school. Who wants to come?" The boys don't answer, wondering what he's getting at. He looks at Marie and says to the other boys, "Marie has her hand up! Marie will be there! Who else wants to be there?" Now all the rest of the boys eagerly raise their hands. Now they understand they'll get to play with Marie for a few hours at Darren's farm if they go.

When she realizes the same thing, Marie sobs even harder, even before Darren's first mercilessly hard smack on her freezing bare bottom in front of the leering crowd. She lets out a howl of anguish that doesn't stop for a long long time.

Later that day, she has to go to Darren's farm, or not only could he tell her parents what she did that sunday, any of the boys could tell her parents what she does at school. The boys surround her and force her with them out to an empty field, barren except for large patches of crisp snow. They force her to take off her clothes so she's completely naked and lay down in the snow and make a snow angel by spreading her arms and legs out wide. When her legs are widest, the boys grab her ankles and wrists and stake her down, leaving her laying spread out wide, her pussy fully exposed, her bare back and bottom freezing from the snow, helpless and ashamed as they stand around her.

BR&T date: November 1997

After making Marie go behind the maintenance shed at school, Darren unzips Marie's coat, pulls it up over her head, unbuttons her blouse and pushes it up under her coat, then pulls her snow pants, slacks, and her panties down to her ankles so she's naked from her neck to her ankles. He makes her turn around as all the boys around them watch.

He makes her tell them "I'm Darren's toy for him to do anything he wants with." He pulls off her mitten and demands that she pull her arm down and out, then he puts her hand back on the icicle. He pulls her coat and blouse off her other arm, along with her other mitten, leaving her completely naked from the ankles up. She pleads that it's too cold.

He makes her again tell the other boys that she's his toy to play with any way he wants. He makes her get on her knees, then "lean over and put your face in the snow!!" He makes her put her hands behind her neck. Then he lets the other boys push her snow pants up off her boots, unbuckle her boots and take them off, then pull off her snow pants, slacks, and panties. She can feel them doing it, and she desperately pleads with Darren as well as she can with her face in the snow, but she doesn't try to stop them. She just stays on her knees, bent over all the way, with her hands behind her neck, letting them finish stripping her almost naked.

All she has left are her shoes and socks. She begs and pleads with Darren that it's too cold. He lets the boys untie and pull off her pretty white dress shoes, then they argue whether to let her keep her frilly ankle socks or take them off too.

Finally, after keeping her kneeling on the ground in front of them all for several minutes, in nothing but her frilly lacy white ankle socks, crying and desperately begging to at least let her keep her socks, Darren decides. Her desperate begging helped him decide, in fact. They pull her socks off so she's completely, absolutely naked. Not even a hair ribbon left to her.

Then they argue over what to do with her clothes. One boy suggests throwing her clothes up on the roof of the shed. Then to get her clothes back, he cheerfully points out, she'd have to go around to the playground, naked in front of everyone at school, and climb up the ladder onto the roof of the shed to get them. But Darren has a better idea.

Then he makes Marie stand up and put her hands out on two thick icicles, and her feet against the bottom of the icicles. She stands there freezing, arms and legs spread wide, naked in front of all the boys, letting them see her doing whatever Darren demands.

She also sees her clothes: thrown over the fence and into the vacant lot by the highway. To get her clothes back, she knows she'll have to go naked past the school, out to the street in front of the school, all the way down the block, down another block to the highway (the route every schoolbus takes on the way home), then all the way back along the highway to get back to the vacant lot to get to them, in sight of the highway all the way.

But Darren isn't even going to give her the chance to do that, yet. Using thin white nylon cord that hurts her, he ties her wrists up to the tops of the thickest icicles and her ankles to the bottoms of the icicles where they meet the ground, still solid wrist-thick beams of ice. He has some of the other boys lift her up so he can tighten the cords on her wrists. When they let go, she hangs by her wrists, hurting her even worse. And she's spread naked, facing the highway, helpless, and crying.

To finish his cruel plan, he finds another thick icicle hanging from the roof further away, and breaks it off. He cracks off the thinnest part so he has an icicle a few feet long, about as thick as his thumb on one end, and thicker than his wrist on the other. He brings it to her, and props it up beneath her, with the narrow end against her pussy lips, just barely poking into her. He packs snow around the base and stamps it down, making sure it can't move or fall.

He and the other boys watch and wait. The cords on Marie's wrists slowly slide down as her weight melts the ice, very very slowly pulling the cords through the thick icicles (but not cutting them, since as cold as it is out there, the water refreezes behind the cord as fast as it goes through). He points out to all the boys there, and to Marie who can also obviously hear him, that as soon as the cords are through the icicles, she'll suddenly drop. It's obvious to all the boys, and to Marie as well, that he knows she'll drop onto the icicle just below her pussy. She'll land on her feet, sure, but too late to stop the icicle under her from suddenly jamming deep into her pussy.

And she won't have any warning when it happens.

Darren teases her that it might happen in the next ten minutes. But it doesn't. Marie hangs there terrified, pleading with him to let her go. But he doesn't. He leaves her there and the boys all reluctantly go in at the end of recess.

The rest of the morning, she sees people stop on the highway occasionally, get out of their cars or trucks and look her way, and even sometimes apparently hold up cameras. She knows some of them must be taking pictures of her completely naked outside in the freezing winter wind, her arms and legs spread wide, her pussy and titties in full view. As far as she can tell, they're all men. Not a one of them does anything to help her.

And they don't even know her worst fear: of suddenly dropping on the icicle she can feel touching her pussy. Even though the end of it slowly melts away from her where it touches her, that just makes it thicker, since as cold as it is out there, the water refreezes as soon as it's away from her. As the cords slowly pull through the thick icicles, she slowly slides down, and her own pussy heat gradually thickens the icicle beneath her even as it freezes her in the worst possible way and ensures she can't forget it's there.

After a couple of hours, Darren comes out at lunchtime recess to check on her, accompanied by numerous other boys of course, all wanting to see her naked and helpless outside. Of course, they also all want to see whether she dropped onto the icicle yet, but she still hasn't; that threat still hangs there (literally). He teases her that at least her teacher didn't notice she was skipping school, so she won't get in trouble for that. He spanks her a few times, just for fun, but mostly just watches her sobbing and pleading with him to let her go. He makes her repeat in front of all the other boys that she's his toy to play with any way he wants. He says he wants to leave his toy there.

They all go in at the end of lunchtime recess, leaving her to hang there helpless and terrified at least until afternoon recess, wondering when the cords will pull through and she'll drop onto the icicle touching her pussy.