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

BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

"I want to spank her first!" Rusty demanded, with a trace of pleading.

"Okay, you go first," Darren agreed. As the bigger of the two brothers by four years, he could have claimed the right to be the first one to spank me, but he didn't. "Where did you leave the switch?" he asked.

The question baffled me, since the light was already on in my attic bedroom. Everything was well lit up, and besides, how could he have taken the switch anywhere?

"Here it is," Rusty answered. "What do you think of this, Marie?" He pushed his hand under my chin to lift my head off the bed, and showed me an object, holding it in front of my face for a few seconds. It was a thin branch freshly cut from a weeping willow tree, with all the leaves and most of the bark stripped off of it. It was light and springy, as you would expect something willowy to be, almost as thick as a pencil and about as long as his forearm. It looked wicked.

Then I remembered hearing that another girl was going to be 'switched' for being naughty. At the time, I thought that meant she was going to be traded for a different kid, but she was still there, still the same girl, the next day. Only, she sat at her desk strangely, and wouldn't talk to anyone about it. Being switched must be like being paddled, only not with a paddle, but a switch, I decided.

'So that's what he's going to spank me with,' I cringed.

With my knee-length white sock in my mouth and tied around my head as a gag, naturally I didn't say anything, I just looked at the switch, then at Rusty. He had a look of anticipation as he watched for my reaction. My eyes must have said I was a little scared. To tell the truth, I was. Sure, I had decided to play along with the game, and let the boys spank me so I could find out what a spanking was like, but I still wasn't sure about all this, especially after Darren had gagged me. Well, it didn't matter, there was nothing I could do to stop them anymore.

Rusty moved back so he was closer to my bottom. I turned my head as far as I could to watch him, which wasn't far, since my wrists were still tightly bound to the headboard of my bunkbed by a thin leather belt, and my arms were on either side of my head. All I could see was his left shoulder, which told me nothing since he had the switch in his right hand.

Even if I'd been able to see him about to swing, I couldn't have moved my bottom to avoid it. My ankles were tied with the straps from my pink coveralls. I wore them every wednesday when I had to do farm chores on my daddy's farm for a whole hour, but I'd never worn them tied around my ankles before, let alone had them tied to the side rails of my bed to keep my legs spread out wide. But I'd never played Tie-Up before then, either, never let two big boys tie me up to my bed, had never even let anyone come in when I was all alone in the house, before. They'd tied me up nice and tight, that was for sure. No, I could squirm and wiggle around, and I did, but my bottom wasn't going anywhere. I knew it, and Darren knew it, and Rusty holding that switch knew it.

Also, my bottom was covered only by a thin pair of white silk panties, the ones with a picture of a blushing devil girl on the front, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" across my bottom on the back, right where Rusty's eyes were surely looking at that moment. Darren's eyes were probably glued to my panties too, unless he was looking at my pink silk 'dancing bunnies' nightgown that one of the boys had left laying around my shoulders, or my bare back, or any of the rest of me, since I had on nothing at all from my neck down to my ankles, except for those devil panties!

I felt awfully naughty and awfully excited just thinking about how much of my bare body I was letting the boys see. I wasn't even supposed to let boys see my panties at all, ever, not even a little part of them, not even for a second, or my parents would punish me. But when I felt Darren and Rusty pulling up my nightgown, and knew they were looking at all of my panties, and my bare skin all the way to my neck, for a long long time, it only made me giddy with delight. I wasn't a good girl anymore, and I loved it.

'You deserve to be spanked for being so naughty!' I teased myself.

The boy about to spank me was in my class in school. He was old enough to be in fourth grade, but he'd been held back for some reason, and had to repeat third grade again. Some girls said it was because he'd gotten into so much trouble the year before, but that didn't make any sense to me. If he was such a big pain, why would Mrs. Grissom let him stay in her class for another year?

"Aaaiihhhwwwww!!" I found I could make noise in spite of the sock in my mouth. Speaking of what a big pain Rusty was! The first ever smack on my soft tender bottom was so sudden it took me completely by surprise. Oww, it stung!!

"Eeeaaahwww!" I whimpered when the second blow hit a couple of seconds later. "Aaahhhwww! Iiiaaahhh! Uuuhwwww!" I moaned again every few seconds, as Rusty landed blow after blow. I tensed my legs and pulled and twisted, as I tried to get my bottom out of the path of the switch, but I was as helpless as... well... as an eight-year-old girl bound hand and foot to her bed, and gagged. I didn't have to pretend it hurt, to make the boys think they were being mean to me. It definitely hurt! "Eeeeahhh! Aaaaeeehhh!!" I whimpered at the sixth and seventh assault on my twitching bottom.

The moment I lost count, it stopped. I hadn't cried, but I was close to it, gasping and still whimpering a little.

"I said that's enough," Darren insisted. When had he said anything? I must have missed it, my attention being diverted to other more demanding sensations at the time.

"Aww, come on!" Rusty complained. He sounded awfully disappointed.

I realised, despite the stinging pain in my bottom, which was already fading, I was also disappointed. That was it?? What was the big deal? Was that all there was to it? Even I, the one who had been getting the spanking, was surprised it was over that soon.

Darren moved beside Rusty, and spoke with him in a low voice. They turned their backs to me and spoke quietly for awhile. I didn't catch everything they said, but I could hear better than they thought, or they wouldn't have let me hear any of it.

"But I won't get another turn unless she lets us tie her up again! And she won't let us. No way, not after you spank her with yours!" Rusty protested, clearly irritated.

"She might," Darren responded, but sounding a little unsure.

"And what if she tells on us? If we get in trouble for this, I want to get a lot more for it than what I got!" Rusty added.

"Look, her parents aren't coming back for hours. We'll have plenty of time," Darren assured him. "And we won't let..." he continued, but I missed the last part. Maybe they weren't going to let me do something? Or they weren't going to let me go, or wouldn't let my parents in, or what?

"What about her telling on us?" Rusty wanted to know, his confidence in his big brother wavering.

"How can she tell on us? If she does, then we..." something long and drawn out and secret enough to whisper, then "... Marie wouldn't want that to happen, would she?" Darren snickered.

Rusty laughed, and said something ending "...their little priiiiincess! Okay, then, but it better work."

So, they were still worried about me telling on them, that's why Darren had made Rusty stop spanking me, it seemed. But he had some idea in mind to keep me from telling, so all I had to do was go along, and make them think it worked.

They turned back and took positions on either side of me. Rusty again lifted my chin to see my face. My eyes were moist from the spanking that had almost made me cry, and I wondered how he liked the story they now told him. A few tears had escaped onto my lightly freckled cheeks. If boys were mean, as the other girl had said last spring, and liked doing things to girls that they thought the girls didn't like, he must have enjoyed what he saw. His grin confirmed it. When he turned my head toward Darren, there I saw another grin, revealing amusement and excitement at having me tied up helpless, gagged, and almost crying. My being in only my nightgown and panties was part of it too, naturally.

Little did they know that their captive was as excited and as amused as they were, for almost the same reasons.

"Did you hear any of that, Marie?" Rusty asked, pulling my face back toward him.

I couldn't answer, so I shook my head. It didn't matter if I'd heard them or not, really. They were still going to do whatever they wanted, at least as long as I was tied up and gagged. Darren had been right. My parents weren't going to be back for hours, and the boys knew it.