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BR&T date: September 1955

"Please don't spank me very hard," Tina quavered, looking over her shoulder at the boy, her neighbor, who stood behind her frowning, stern yet somehow amused. The belt in his hand frightened her, but she kept her arms spread out across the patio table, holding the far edges, as instructed. Tina had been spanked before, of course, but never on her bare bottom, and never with a belt, and never with anyone watching.

And never by boys in her neighborhood. She trembled. Nor with a boy taking pictures of her as she lay naked on a table out in the full light of day waiting for it to begin. Aside from fear of her punishment Tina also felt embarrassed, being completely naked with four boys around her, looking at her. Sure, with her front on the cold metal table, only her bare back and bottom showed, but only her long black braided hair running down her back covered her bare body at all, and it shirked its duty, draping across her right hip. She had kept her braid covering her bottom crack at first, but she'd accidentally flipped it to the side by turning her head to see Bob, leaving herself completely exposed.

Tina had seen her next-door neighbor and friend, Karen, getting spanked before, with a belt, on her bare bottom. She'd seen it happen many times, in fact, since Karen's father spanked Karen regularly, for every little thing the girl did that displeased him in any way. Even though she was a year older than Tina, Karen had always started bawling before the third swat, all the times Tina had seen her getting spanked. Tina hoped Bob wouldn't spank her hard enough to make her cry like that. She didn't want to be a bawlbaby like Karen.

Three of Bob's friends watched, leering at the naked girl from both sides. "Wait a sec," Jeremy said. "Don't forget your..." he looked at Bob and pointed to the house.

"Oh, right." Bob remembered, his father sat just inside, watching a game on tv. He didn't think it would be smart to let Tina disturb his father. He glanced around his back yard, searching for something to use as a gag, but didn't immediately find anything suitable.

Ken put his camera down and lifted the bag he'd retrieved from his home on the way to Bob's. "I have what we need, right here," he said with a smirk. He reached into the bag and drew out a thick rod and a rubber strap with metal hooks on each end. Intended for holding items on a bicycle, it still served Ken's purpose perfectly. He added a few long coils of sash cord, dropping a shiny pair of handcuffs back into the bag before Tina saw. "I sorta thought we'd be needing this," he laughed, handing one coil to Bob and the others to Jeremy and Steve.

They knew what to do, without any words exchanged. After all, they had a naked little girl laying across a table, arms outstretched in the sunlight, submissively waiting to be spanked. And they each had a coil of thin cord in their hands. What else could a boy possibly do, in that situation?

Steve and Jeremy lifted Tina's hands, holding her fingers together, and pushed a loop of the cord onto each of her wrists. Ken's coils of sash cord came with loops already tied on each end. The boys pulled the loops snug, just where her wrists bent.

"What?" Tina wondered. "What's that for?" She waited in vain for an answer. "Hey!" she exclaimed, when she felt a loop of cord slide up past her feet and pull tight around her ankles. "Heym!!" she protested, when a thick rod pressed in across her mouth. "Whumt zat form? Shtop," the confused girl mumbled, while clenching her teeth tightly to keep the rod out of her mouth. "Heeeeeymm!" she squealed, when she felt the cord on her ankles tighten, and the cords on her wrists pull down under the table. She twisted her head trying to avoid the rod, but it followed her wherever she turned.

"You'll get spanked with this in your mouth, or spanked ten times worse without it," Ken threatened, pushing harder. He leaned close to her ear and added, "So I suggest you open up right now."

"Whaaa- uhhh uhhmmm, ahhh," Tina mumbled. The rod grated in past her teeth as she spoke. She felt four boys working on her all at once. Still afraid of making them mad, and getting a worse punishment, Tina tried not to squirm, but she couldn't help herself. She tried to tell them when it hurt her, so they would stop, but only whimpers escaped the rod filling and hurting her mouth. "Eehhhhaahhh! Uhaahh! Eahh!" Her whimpers only seemed to make the boys chuckle and pull harder, hurting her even more.

Ken slid the rubber strap under her braid behind her head, past her ears, up around the rod on both sides of her face, and back beside her ears again. Taking the ends firmly in both hands, he stretched it far beyond its normal range, bending Tina's neck back, forcing a moan of anguish from the helpless girl as he jerked the metal hooks together and connected them. The strap snapped the back of her head as he suddenly released it. The ends of the hooks dug into the top of her braid.

Tina's chin hit the table hard. Her teeth bit into the wooden rod. Pain jolted her. "Uuhh!" she moaned. She lifted her head and turned to look at him. She couldn't see Steve, Jeremy, or Bob, only Ken, the boy who had just gagged her. Tina tried pulling her arms, then her legs, and found herself helpless. And naked. And unable to tell them to stop it, unable to scream for help. Which she desperately wanted to do.

Ken stood back and grabbed for his camera, hurrying to record the first sight of Tina's terrified look, the first tears beginning to flow in her watering eyes. He moved around the table to get other views of her naked form.

It took a while longer for the other three boys to complete their tasks. Steve had the thin sash cord looped around her left wrist. He ran the end around a table leg and back to her wrist, squeezed it back through the loop, and pulled out the slack. He jerked it, and jerked it again. The thin cord on Tina's wrist tightened painfully. He chuckled when he heard Tina's little whimper of fright and pain afterward. Just to make sure she'd whimpered from his action, and not someone else's, he jerked the cord again, harder. Another whimper, louder, more anguished, rewarded his efforts.

"Eeeehh!" the helpless girl squeaked.

Meanwhile Jeremy did much the same with Tina's right wrist, except he first ran the cord around two distant table legs before returning it to her wrist, pulling two ways so she couldn't slide her arm along the table top at all. When he jerked the cord to tighten it up, the little girl squealed. Jeremy had to be sure, just as Steve had, since Tina's moans and soft whimpers rarely stopped for long. He wrapped the end of the cord around a stick from the ground, held the ends of the stick with a thumb over the end of the cord, and yanked.

"Aaahhwww!!" Tina whined, as the cord bit hard into her tender right wrist. "Ahwww!! Aaahhhwww, aaaawwwww" she continued whimpering.

Satisfied with the cord's tension, Jeremy pushed the stick between two bars of the table's frame, and twisted it until it held in place.

Bob knelt by Tina's legs as they hung down over the rounded edge of the patio table. Once he had the first loop of cord around her ankles to keep her legs still, he added more wraps, then several wraps crossing those. He knew there was probably some Japanese name for the way he'd tied the knots, but he didn't care. He wasn't tying the knots for the sake of the knots, and he couldn't care less whether anyone else had ever tied the same knots he had. He tied knots for a different reason. He grinned, as his reason squealed in pain above him. Someone else had caused that, but Bob knew his chance would come soon enough.

When he had the cord looped around the center of the frame under the table, he made another trip to Tina's ankles and back to the center. Then he could stand back and pull on the cord to tighten everything up, able to watch Tina as he did. Noticing the clever idea Jeremy had used, he pulled a short stake out of his mother's flower garden, and held it as a handle for the thin cord. After all, he didn't want the cord to cut into his fingers and hurt him. There was only one person he wanted it to hurt.

Since he'd been the last to finish, Steve and Jeremy joined him, as Ken continued taking picture after picture of the sexy little doll they had before them. Standing behind her with a great view of her bare ass, Bob gripped the stick, leaned back, and began a series of tugs on the cord, tightening it up a little at a time.

"Eeeuuhh! Eeeeeeuughh!!" Tina moaned. Her legs straightened, her leg muscles tensed, and her feet pulled under the table. The cord bit into her ankles, the loops cutting deeper into her with each of Bob's hard jerks. Tina whimpered louder after each pull. "Aaahhhwwwwwwww!"

Bob's relentless jerks on the cord tightened the loops between her ankles further and forced her legs to follow her feet under the table. The backs of her legs began to ache as she stretched.

Tina forgot all about that pain as the biting pain in her wrists intensified. The leverage of her thighs against the table forced her body back slightly. "MMmwwwwaeeeaaaahhh! Ohhhwwwwwh!!" she wailed in agony, plenty loud enough for the boys to hear, but stifled by the rod held fast between her teeth. Nobody except them heard anything.

Ken continued circling her, snapping many more pictures as Tina's slender body stretched around the table's edge. He framed her from the side, her ribcage clearly outlined, her stomach taut to her hipbones, her shoulder muscles bunched up as her arm stretched up and to the side, a tiny nipple peeking out at him, a little pink spot on her beautiful smooth chest, a dark black braid laying across her pale back.

He loved it that she kept turning her head to follow him, since he loved to get her tear-streaked face and the rod-and-strap gag in as many pictures as possible. He laughed, thinking she expected him to release her if she only looked miserable enough. He zoomed in on her face and clicked a perfect shot of that misery, just as she moaned again.

Bob gave a final yank, satisfied once Tina's feet disappeared into the shadow of the table. The sun still lit her legs down to her knees, locked straight by the strain of the cords. He pushed the stake into the ground and hammered it in place, and retrieved his belt where he'd left it earlier.

"I think she's ready for the spanking now," Steve smirked.

The terrified little girl, already sobbing from the excruciating pain in her wrists and ankles, mouth and legs, heard him. "Oooaaahhhh, uoohh, uuhhhhohhh," she moaned, quietly. She desperately pulled against her bonds, but it only hurt her even worse. "Aaww, UhhAwww, UhhAawww," she bawled, awaiting her punishment, wondering if it could possibly get any worse, but fearing that it could, and would. She knew she had no escape. Her only hope was rescue, but she knew that nobody knew she was there, or knew what the boys were doing to her.