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BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

"I don't feel so good, Mommy," I complained. "I feel a little dizzy."

How could such a statement make such a drastic difference in the way my whole Sunday morning went after that? How could it affect so many days and weeks and months that followed? Perhaps I felt dizzy from standing on the brink of fate, but then which caused which? I could have said nothing, and gone to church like always, and the story of my life would have read 'Marie was a good girl. The end.' That's not how the story goes.

She felt my forehead, like she always did, and declared I felt a little hot, but not too bad. My parents discussed my illness, if that's what it was, and came to the conclusion that I should stay home and rest, to ensure I would be well for the first day of school tomorrow. However, they didn't want to miss church themselves. They never missed church. Daddy had to pass around the collection, and Mommy played the organ, so they had to be there.

They decided it wouldn't hurt to leave me alone at home for a few hours until they got back. After all, I told them, I was eight years old, big enough they didn't have to watch me all the time. They made me promise to stay inside. I didn't mind, since I didn't want to go out anyway.

Minutes after they left, Darren and Rusty rang the porch doorbell. They weren't surprised to see me. They said they'd seen my parents leave for church without me, and they came over to see if I wanted to come out to play. But they were a little surprised I was still in my nightgown, and disappointed when I said I couldn't come out. Darren and Rusty were the neighbor boys, who lived less than half a mile away. That's neighbors out here in the country, since they lived on the closest farm to mine. They never had to go to church, so they could do what they wanted all sunday long. Rusty was in my grade in school, even though he was a year older, and I didn't like him much, but it was better to play with him than nobody at all. Darren was his big brother, several years older and going into eighth grade. He was usually nicer to me than Rusty was, but sometimes he acted really strange.

They'd come all the way over to play with me, and they looked so sad that I couldn't come out that I felt bad about it, so I said they could come in, if they wanted. They did, and we went upstairs to the game room.

I felt more than just a little naughty, letting the boys come in when my parents weren't home, and me still dressed in my nightgown. I was a little embarrassed, too. Because it had been a hot day the day before, and my bedroom was always the hottest room in the house, I'd worn the lightest nightgown I had, my pink silk nightgown with the white lace that came down to just below my panties when I stood up straight. It had little bunnies dancing all over it, but I knew the boys would be able to see through it and see my panties if I stood between them and any light. I thought about doing it on purpose and pretending I didn't know. I didn't dare, but the boys walked behind me on the way up to the game room, and I figured they probably saw my panties a few times. The thought made me feel even naughtier.

I lived in a big two-storey white stucco house, just me and my parents, and since their bedroom was the biggest room on the first floor facing the south lawn, and mine was up in the attic, the whole second floor wasn't used for much. One room was a game room and the others were mostly storage or guest bedrooms.

We played Checkers a while, but it wasn't much fun, two playing and the other having to just sit and watch, and none of us liked Checkers much to begin with. Then Darren asked if anyone wanted to play Tie-Up. I'd never heard of it before, but it had to be more fun than Checkers, and it was better than them getting bored and leaving me alone again, so I said okay and asked how to play.

"One person gets tied up by the others, then tries to get untied," Darren explained. "Who should we tie up first?"

"You've never played it before, Marie, so I think we should tie you up first, okay?" Rusty asked.

"Well, okay," I agreed. "What are you going to tie me with?"

The boys looked around and didn't see anything to use in the game room. "Let's go to your bedroom, and see if we can find something there," Darren said.

So we all went upstairs into the attic, which was my bedroom, being the whole attic. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I've seen other people's attics, dark dusty places they only use to store junk they never use. This was a real room, with a large window facing west and walls covered in fancy flowery wallpaper. It had a big bed in the middle of the room, a bunkbed my parents got because they didn't want to have to get a new bed if they ever had another kid, which they never did. I could sleep on either bed I wanted, top or bottom. It was a nice room, and I liked it. Once again, the boys followed me up the stairs, and I had a good idea what they were looking at, especially when Rusty pretended to fall, but I didn't say anything. I just felt even naughtier. We all started looking around my bedroom for something to tie me up with.

"These will work great!" Rusty cheered, when he saw my hair ribbons on my dresser. I almost always wore ribbons in my hair, after my uncle kidded me about having such ugly long brown hair that I should hide it with ribbons. I knew he meant it was beautiful and the ribbons would make it even more beautiful, so I asked him to get me ribbons in all different colors. He did, and I hung them all from the mirror on my dresser. Those were the ribbons Rusty was about to grab.

"No, if we tied them loose, they'd just slip and be too easy to untie," Darren objected, "and if we tied them tight it would crinkle them all up and she couldn't use them for anything else anymore. She'd probably get in trouble for ruining them when her parents found out."

"I don't want to get in any trouble," I informed them, "so either find something else or forget it."

"How about these?" Rusty asked, pulling a pair of my panties out of an open dresser drawer.

"Put those back!" I shouted, grabbing them from him and stuffing them back in the drawer and shutting it fast. They were my favorite ones, with a picture of an angel on the front and "I'm a Little Angel" in gold on the back. I didn't want him to ruin my favorite pair of panties even if my parents didn't find out.

"These will do," Darren declared, pulling the thin black leather belt out of the loops of a red velvet skirt in the open closet, and taking the straps off the coveralls that I wear when doing chores on the farm. "For now, anyway. Lay down on the bed," he directed me.

I sat down, then turned and lay flat, face down. I felt the boys take my arms and pull them up beside my ears. I turned my head so I could breathe. They held my wrists together and wrapped the belt around them, pulling it tight. It started to pinch, and I flinched a little. Rusty chuckled at that, but Darren let it loosen up a bit before wrapping the loose end once around the first loop and tying it to hold it in place. Then he and Rusty lifted me a little and pulled me toward the head of the bed until my hands were close enough to wrap the rest of the belt around a rod in the middle of the headboard. Darren tied the belt to itself, and he was done. My wrists were tied together, and tied to the bed, by a thin leather belt.

"It won't stay tight. It'll be too easy to untie," Rusty complained.

"Let's pull her back down until it tightens up," Darren suggested.

I felt the boys each take an ankle. They pulled me back toward the foot of the bed, sliding me along. As I slid, I noticed that the front of my nightgown stayed right where it was, and I was sliding out of it. That was when I first realised what I was doing. I was alone in my bedroom with two big boys, alone in the whole house in fact, wearing only a very thin nightgown, panties, and socks, and I was letting those two boys tie me up to my bed. And I was absolutely positive that they could see the whole back of my panties. When I felt my nightgown come up past the waistband, I knew they could even see part of my bare back. I knew that a good girl would tell the boys to stop. As for me, I said nothing. A thrill of excitement shot through me like I'd never felt before, making me shiver.

"Take this, and tie it around her ankle," Darren ordered, handing Rusty one of the straps from my coveralls. I could hear the strain in his voice, a blend of nervousness and excitement. "Pull her sock down out of the way first," he corrected, sounding even more nervous. He took a deep breath.

I could hear Rusty breathing strangely also, so I knew he was just as nervous, and just as excited, as Darren. I felt my socks slip down past my ankles, then the tingle of coolness on the soles of my feet as the boys pulled my socks the rest of the way off. I wiggled my bare toes.

"Stop that," Darren said. "You have to hold still until we're done." They worked on tying the cloth straps around my ankles. They didn't have any more complaints about the obedient little girl between them.

It felt very strange and very exciting to me, too, to just lay there with my wrists tied up, letting the neighbor boys pull off half of my clothes, even if it was just my feet getting exposed. I imagined what they could see, and suddenly I remembered which pair of panties I had on. I gasped. Another shiver of excitement ran through me. Along with my light silky nightgown, I had on a pair of white silk panties that said "I'm a Little Devil" right across my bottom, right where the boys could see. But I just lay there letting them tie my ankles, feeling awfully nervous and wonderfully excited at the same time.

The straps weren't long enough to reach the rods on the footboard, so they pulled my legs out to the side, further and further, until they could tie the straps to the rails running along the side of the bed. It was their only choice, really, so I couldn't object unless I wanted to stop them from tying my ankles at all, and if I did that, they might untie me completely. I didn't want them to stop. Besides, I really wanted them to spread my legs apart just like that. I almost helped them do it, except I had a feeling I might get in trouble if my parents found out I had let them tie me up, and even worse trouble for helping them do it. So I just lay there and let the boys stretch my legs and tighten the straps down. I was helpless, and very improperly dressed, and I wanted it that way, I was sure of it. But I wasn't sure why.

"Try to get loose now," Darren said.

I pulled on the belt holding my wrists, and twisted a little against the straps holding my ankles, but nothing changed. I didn't try very hard, but it sure felt to me like it wouldn't have mattered anyway. They had tied me up good and tight. I knew I wasn't going anywhere until they decided to untie me. I didn't want them thinking that I wasn't going to try, though, so I kept twisting and pulling. After a minute or so, it was obvious to everyone that I had no chance of getting loose. I still wondered what the boys were going to do now that I was tied. I hoped for them to do something. I didn't know what. I knew they wanted to do something, but they were scared to do it, and I wondered what it was.

At last, Darren spoke. "Now, the second rule of Tie-Up is, if you don't get yourself untied in ten minutes, we get to spank you," he explained.

"Spank me?" I gasped. Nobody had ever spanked me. My parents were very strict and punished me for all sorts of things, but they didn't believe in spankings. I knew as soon as he said it, that I was going to get a spanking for the first time in my life. There was no way I could have untied myself in ten days, let alone ten minutes. I was going to get it for sure. I wondered what it would be like when they spanked me. Then I remembered that my panties were the only thing between my bottom and the boys. I wouldn't even be able to get my hands in the way, either.

"You have ten minutes to get loose, Marie," Darren chuckled. He added "We're going to go get something better to use to tie you with. We'll be back in about ten minutes." They turned, moved to the top of the stairs, and looked back toward me.

There I lay, face down on my bed, with my wrists wrapped tightly in a thin black belt stretched to the headboard, my ankles strapped out wide to the side rails of my bed, my light pink silk nightgown bunched up around the middle of my back, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" in bold red letters on lacy white silk across my never-been-spanked bottom.

Rusty grinned and teased me with one final thought for me to ponder as I lay there waiting. "Remember, Marie, if you're not untied when we get back... WHAPP!! See you sooooooooon!"

The boys rushed down the stairs, laughing, and were gone.