This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Thursday, 4 April 1996

Ten fearful girls gathered in the hallway outside the door to the Bunnytail Elementary School principal's office, nervously wondering why they had all been called there. The intercoms in each classroom had buzzed, named them, and ordered them to come to the principal's office immediately. That always meant trouble, but not going always meant far worse trouble. They bravely entered as a group, turned left, entered his inner office, and stood before his desk. Where they'd all stood alone, bawling, too many times before.

"Is everyone here?" he asked gruffly. He counted heads, or shoulders for the girls trying to hide behind others. Ten lovely girls, the youngest girl five years old, the oldest girl ten, the cream of the cream, ten of the most gorgeous girls in a school known for its gorgeous girls.

Sara looked at the others and noted each one: her friend little Nicole hid behind her, while Kaiah and her little sister Oceanna stood at opposite ends of the line. The twins Mary and Stella, Kayla from first grade, and the Lister girls, all looked as apprehensive as Sara felt. Realising every girl there was a cheerleader, she looked for the last one, Krystal Cockwood, and spotted her behind Kaiah.

"Mary Claire isn't here," Sara volunteered, "but you didn't call for her. Since we're all cheerleaders, and we're all of the cheerleaders, shouldn't the cheerleader team manager be here?"

"Ah, no, Bitters won't be needed, that's for sure, and remind me to add one swat for you next time, for mentioning her. You ten cheerleaders have a little community service to provide. There's a new store downtown having a grand opening starting next week. It was, and will continue to be, advertised in many publications reaching hundreds of thousands of possible customers. Not just in this state, but all across the country, even many places around the world. The store needs models for its window display, girls as models that is, the most appealing models possible. Naturally Bunnytail was the place to find them. And here you are, the most appealing models possible."

The cheerleaders weren't quite sure that amounted to a compliment, coming from him, but they kept quiet and listened.

"The store contracted with Bunnytail to provide models. It's a great way to increase the school's reputation for community service. Since there are ten of you, and the store is open five days a week, that's perfect. Each of you will take a turn, a couple hours as a model in the window display, once every two weeks, for as long as the contract lasts. Don't worry, you won't miss any school," he reassured them, thus disappointing every last one of them. "It's only after school. We'll also make sure it doesn't interfere with any of your other scheduled after-school activities. You'll only do it when you have nothing else going on."

"You mean you're only taking away our free ti-" Sara began to object. "Um, I mean, never mind, nothing, sorry."

The principal scowled. "Remind me it's five extra next time. I'll probably forget. Since this is for community service, I expect full cooperation from every one of you. If I don't get the full cooperation of all ten of you, all ten of you will wish I had. Is that absolutely clear?" The girls all nodded. "Camille, do you have something to say?"

A golden-haired six-year-old put her hand down. "What kind-" she began. "No! Don't say anything!!" a girl in a pale blue shiny gown beside her whispered urgently. "- of store is it?" the first girl finished anyway.

"It's a store for parents," the principal answered. "You'll see it when it's your turn, Camille. Now, everyone, take one of these notes, take it home to your parents, and have them mark the days you're available. Bring it back to me first thing tomorrow. Camille, take a note for your sister, too, and wait for her on the bench. As for you, Mary Jane, you'll stay and learn not to interrupt when someone else is speaking. Get your dress and panties off, shoes too, and move the spanking frame out." He discreetly pushed a button on his desk as he rose.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the girl in the shiny gown cried. Seeing no sign of the principal relenting, she slid the narrow straps of the gown off her shoulders and straightened her arms to let it drop to the floor. That quickly, the girl stood before the principal in just her panties, socks, and shoes. Camille gave a sympathetic look to her sister but didn't say anything, and picked up two of the notes. The rest of the cheerleaders grabbed one of the notes and ran out of the office as quickly as they could. None of them wanted to see or hear Mary Jane getting taught not to interrupt.

A man holding a remote control scrolled through the names on the menu on his television screen. He chose MARY JANE LISTER and the television showed a different list of items. He quickly selected the top item. "Hey, Mary Jane has a new one from today!" he called. "Principal's Office! I wonder what she did this time?"

"Does it matter? If you keep quiet, I'm sure we'll find out. What kinda chips you want?" another man responded, returning from the kitchen as a crying second-grade girl on the television screen pushed her yellow panties down to her ankles, stepped out, kicked off her shoes, and straightened. She stood almost naked, biting her lip, murmuring something the men couldn't hear. "What a honey!" he cheered, as he passed a bag of chips to the other guy. "Looks like she's awfully sorry about something. A dollar says she'll get at least fifty."

"No bet," the other guy laughed. "I'm hoping sixty, and besides, for all I know, you watched it this morning as she got it." The girl put her hands out onto a wooden frame beside her and spread her legs to match, until her lacy white ankle socks touched the base of the frame. Her slender shoulders shook, sending her lovely brown hair in waves back and forth across them.

The chips guy shrugged comically. "You caught me. I hope you're not disappointed by only fifty-one. Come on, turn it up, all the way! She's going to say the usual, but then the honey's going to really sing and dance! I can't wait to watch it again."

" -ter. I'm sehhhven years old. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please please, I'm sorry! Oh please don't... Yaahh AHhhwwwh! Huhh-AAWww!! Ahm saahhrrreee!! "

BR&T date: Monday, 8 April 1996

"Here we are, Nicole, Strong Family Ties, just like the invitation said." Mommy Nicole parked in front of the store. "Oh look! It's just across the street from that wonderful magazine you're a model for! How convenient for me to go shopping here the next time they take you. With a name like that, I wonder what they sell?"

Little Nicole glanced across the street at the place she'd been 'taken' - in the worst sense of the word - while 'modeling' for BR&T Magazine. She turned away, trying to forget the place, and followed her mother into the new store. Its front window display did seem rather barren, and in dire need of something to attract customers. The bare metal pipes and rods that stood there sure wouldn't draw any crowds. Little Nicole hoped that being a model in the window would make her mother happy. She also hoped it would make the school principal happy, too, because if he wasn't happy, she knew every one of the cheerleaders would suffer. He'd made that absolutely clear.

"Hi, are you the store owner, um, or manager, or whatever?" the big Nicole asked a man who approached them as they entered. "I didn't know about this place until I got the note from her principal inviting her to be part of the grand opening celebration. What a wonderful opportunity for her! I'm so glad she was chosen to be first! Opening day of the store, how perfect! Go right ahead and take control of her, mister. She can be a little reluctant and sometimes needs a firm male hand to make her behave, but she's had fame like this thrust upon her many times before, so she's used to it by now. I'm sure she'll learn very quickly to do exactly what's expected of her. Do you know, there was this one time, in a school play, where she played Bambi, and rehearsed it and performed it without even needing a cos-"

"That's nice," the man interrupted, politely but briefly taking the hand she offered, "though I'm pretty sure Bambi was a buck in the original movie." On seeing her puzzled look, he gestured, "His horns, at the end? But never mind."

"I didn't get to see it anyway," Mommy Nicole admitted, "they told me it was sold out when I tried to get in. But afterward they told me everyone in the audience was standing up and cheering at her performance."

The man smiled. "I might have seen it," he said. "We're grateful to you for bringing her, and for being punctual, since our grand opening is so important to us. Please accept this complimentary drink as our way to thank you. Enjoy it when you get home, of course, not before driving!" He handed her a small bottle of brandy.

"Why, thank you!" Mommy Nicole responded with delight. She turned to her reluctant daughter for a final word. "You be good, now. I'm just going to browse around while you learn the ropes, but I'll look in on you before I leave, and I'll be back in a couple of hours, at closing time." She shook the hand of the store manager, or owner, or whatever, again. "She's all yours, mister!" she finished, and turned away.

"What a perfect mother," the man said. "I hope the rest of the parents are like her. Come this way. Climb up into the window display. Here, put this sign on the holder there. That tells everyone your name, Nicole, so you get credit for it."

The large card stated clearly Nicole Claire Miller, seven years old in fancy blue-over-pink script. She frowned at the card, seeing that it also had her birthday and even her address on it, but she obediently placed it on the holder, facing the window.

She felt more than a little embarassed by the short halter top and even shorter skirt her mother had picked out for her to wear. Her belly button showed, and her bare skin all around it. She couldn't pull her skirt up to cover it without showing her panties instead. Anyone walking by on the sidewalk below would likely be able to see her panties anyway, she thought, unless she stayed far away from the window. In fact, if she pulled her skirt down far enough to cover her panties below, the waistband would show instead. If she pushed her panties down far enough to stay inside the skirt, it would just show even more of her belly. "Am I supposed to just stand here in the window like this?" she asked, confused but trying to do what was 'expected' of her.

"Oh, of course not," the man answered. "Not like that at all!"

"My oh my, what a creative idea!" Mommy Nicole declared, when she saw her lovely daughter in the store window while returning to her car. "I guess I won't need to be so picky about her clothes the next time." She waved and smiled. After getting what she took to be very excited waving back to her, she got in her car and drove off. 'What an honor for her to be first, on opening day! What an honor to be the mother of such a popular girl!' she thought proudly.

"No! Mommy, no! Come back! Mommmmmy!!" little Nicole wailed. She pulled hard on the cord on her right wrist that held her bare arm stretched high above her head to an eyebolt at the top of a sturdy metal pole. But no, not high above her head the usual way, since a cord on her left wrist held her other arm stretched down to an eyebolt at the base of that same pole, keeping her uncomfortably sideways, her long lovely brown hair falling in a cascade along her bare left arm, halfway to the floor. She vainly wished it could fall to cover her bare chest instead.

"Mommy, Mommy, help," she whimpered in despair, but her mother's car was gone from sight. She squirmed a little, but only a little, since the tight cords on her ankles hurt her every time she did. Strong rods below her, extending as a base to support the pole on the side, held an eyebolt at the end, to which her left ankle had been tied. An even stronger rod above her, suspended horizontally from the top of the support pole, held a fourth eyebolt at its end, from which a cord ran tautly to her right ankle. Her bare right leg pointed nearly straight up, her bare left leg nearly straight down to the floor. In between, her bare pussy lips spread wide open in full view to the crowd of men, some of whom she recognised, and dozens of boys from Bunnytail, most of whom she recognised, gathered in the street admiring the display.

The bizarre frame holding her helpless had even been set at an angle so her feet were a little closer to the store window than her hands, her pussy closer than her face. Men on the right end of the crowd looked at her flat on, but the men on the left looked along her body and could also see part of her bare bottom, her naked pussy in the very center of their view. Of course, the men could move back and forth at will, to enjoy the best of both views. And finally, everyone inside the store had an unobstructed view of her from behind. That fact was part of the draw, getting men inside to see what they'd missed from outside. The men would have stronger reasons to enter as the store freely allowed potential customers to test out all the merchandise personally. But little Nicole didn't know about that... yet.

"Oh please come back! Mommy!" she cried, trying hard not to squirm, and often failing.

_X

She looked longingly at the clothes she had been embarassed to wear, thrown carelessly beside the bright floor lights. The crowd outside could see her panties, alright, if they bothered to look at the pile of clothing at all, which no one did. She wished she could have kept even one piece of those clothes, but no. Once her head had been braced between two more rods so she couldn't look behind her, someone had even removed her shoes and socks and tossed them over by her skimpy red skirt, her halter top, and her panties.

She looked at the back of the card in the window, and remembered what it said. Every one of those men outside could not only see everything she had, from her bare toes to the top of her head, but they also knew exactly who she was and where she lived.

She looked at the hardware store across the street, its store window display advertising video equipment and tripods. She wondered if a little red light on one of the cameras meant it was on. If so, it was aimed straight at her. Not that it mattered much, given how many of the men standing just outside the window, and those coming inside, had their own cameras.

BR&T date: Tuesday, 9 April 1996

Static from the television woke Mommy Nicole suddenly. 'Oh my gosh, I must have dozed off!' she thought in a panic. She sat up quickly, knocking an empty brandy bottle to the floor. "I wonder what time-" she gasped. "Three in the morning!?" She ran to her car. 'Someone warned me that brandy and the sort was poison. Maybe I should have listened, and given it to someone else instead of drinking it myself. Oh well, live and learn, I guess, and if you don't learn, you won't live. I hope Nicole is alright!'

She raced down the dark empty streets. 'Has she been there all this time? Twelve hours! Or,' she hoped, 'maybe that nice man from the store took her?'