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BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

'They're pulling my panties down!'

The thought screamed through my head under its own power, creating tremors in my arms and legs from the force of it, despite their being securely tied to my bed.

They were! A nine-year-old boy who would be in my class in school tomorrow, and his thirteen-year-old big brother, were leaning over my helpless form at that very moment, and pulling my panties down! The front of my panties! I felt the waistband tugging at my sides, but I couldn't feel it at all around my belly. And those panties were all I was wearing, other than what the boys had used to tie me and blindfold me. Wrists and ankles and eyes aside, without my panties, I'd be stark bare naked.

'Am I going to just lay here and let them do it!?' I wondered.

Okay, so just moments before, I had finished helping them take off my nightgown, while pretending I didn't even know they were there. I'd helped them undress me, knowing as I did that it would leave me with only my panties on. And yes, that's why I helped them. But that was different.

And okay, before that, I'd let them blindfold me and tie me up to my bed, knowing as they tied me that they could see all of my panties already. But that was different.

And yes, before that I had, well, um, okay. So I had asked them to pull my panties down. But that was different! They made me!!

It wasn't all that different in the final result, though, I realised with relief. The boys gave up on pulling my panties any further down. Since they had tied my ankles to the metal bars that served as railings on the sides of my bunkbed, and since they'd spread my legs wide enough to get each of my heels onto a railing on opposite sides of my bed, it was almost impossible for my panties to go anywhere. That's what had saved me from getting a bare-bottom spanking when I was tied face down. Now it saved me from losing my panties when I was tied face up. I let out a sigh of relief.

The boys said nothing, of course, since they had been pretending all along that they weren't there. And I said nothing to them, since I had been pretending that I didn't know they were there. If they admitted being there, they'd be admitting taking off my nightgown. If I admitted I knew they were there, I'd be admitting helping them take it off, or at least letting them take it off. But I had a hunch they knew I knew they were there, and that they knew I knew they knew it. The whole thing was too strange.

But at least it kept them from getting my panties off!

I lay there on my bed, with my wrists bound by a thin leather belt and secured to the headboard, my ankles fixed to the metal railings, and a long white sock tied around my head as a blindfold. As I said, the only clothing I had on was a pair of silk panties. And that was yet another source of embarrassment, since the front had a naked little devil girl holding her hands in front of her, trying vainly to hide her bareness. Boys weren't supposed to see those panties, let alone take them off me.

It seemed to me that Darren and Rusty had given up. I felt no more tugs on my panties. For that matter, I didn't hear anyone moving, or bumping things, or breathing, or whispering, or anything at all, anywhere in my bedroom. After five or ten more minutes of that, I finally decided that they had gone away, gone downstairs, probably left the house, and left me alone at last. Maybe they'd gone home, to get something.

That reminded me of my situation. I was still tied up, and Darren had told me that if I could get untied, I wouldn't get the spanking he had been about to give me. But there wasn't much I could do about it. I'd wasted some effort already pulling and twisting and wiggling around, and everything holding me was as tight as it ever was. Getting loose would have taken a lot more strength than an eight-year-old girl like myself could hope to have.

After another five to ten minutes, I began to worry. I couldn't tell for sure how much time had passed, but it should have been enough for them to walk to their home and come back. They lived less than half a mile away, on the farm nearest mine. They were taking too long.

In another five to ten minutes, worry gnawed at me. If they didn't come back and untie me, my parents would find me like that, laying on my bed tied up in just my panties. That would be awful! I would have to tell them that I had let the boys in, and let them tie me up, and explain why I wasn't wearing regular clothes, and why I didn't have my nightgown on either. It would be too embarrassing, and I'd be punished six ways to sunday, and probably ten more ways on sunday itself. One time, Daddy had punished me for something by making me stand up in front of everyone in church and tell them what I had done. What if he did that this time?

'Come on Rusty! Darren! Where arrrrre you?' I pleaded.

Once again I realised the absurdity of my dilemma, and the absurdity of preferring to have two boys find me tied up to my bed wearing only my panties, than to have either of my parents find me the exact same way.

Just when I was at the point of panic, and had completely lost track of time, the front door slammed two storeys below me. My heart leapt to my throat. I thought I heard two sets of footsteps calmly walking around, but nobody called out to me, and nobody came up the stairs. It was my parents, home from church!

'Darren! Rusty!! Helllllp!!!!' I screamed silently and desperately.

And then, one set of footsteps began climbing the stairs. Darren and Rusty would have run up to see me the way I was dressed, and together, so it had to be Mommy or Daddy. I struggled madly in a last attempt to escape, as futile as ever. The footsteps began climbing the stairs to the attic, which was my bedroom. The steps were slower and heavier than either Darren's or Rusty's had been. On the verge of tears, I lay back on my bed and prepared for the worst.

"Hi Marie! How are you doing?" a voice called out.

Aaarrrgh! It was Rusty! I was so mad at him for being there, and for not being there sooner, I didn't know what to say right away. He didn't wait for me.

"Say," he teased, when he saw me, "I like your outfit! Very cute, I must say! What happened to your nightgown?"

He knew full well what happened to it, but I couldn't say so or he would know that I knew. We were back to the stalemate of neither of us being able to accuse the other without admitting our own part in it. But I still had a trick. I had my blindfold on.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened to it," I pretended ignorance. If I was perfectly innocent, I would think I was still wearing it, so that's what I pretended to think, and never mind what I really had on.

My plan back-fired badly.

"Oh, you're right," he said. "I thought it was torn, but it was just a trick of the light. There's nothing wrong with it." His tone of voice said he was making it all up, but it was too late for me to take back what I'd done. Now I had to pretend that I really did think I still had on my nightgown, at least until they removed my blindfold.

The other set of footsteps, obviously Darren, came up the stairs to my bedroom. Rusty pre-empted any comment from him, "Marie's nightgown is so tricky in this light, isn't it? It almost looks like it's torn in that one place, doesn't it? Unless you look carefully."

Darren caught on. "I see what you mean," he agreed, sounding just as insincere as Rusty.

I was trapped now, unless I admitted lying, as well as knowing it was off. I was laying on my bed with my legs tied wide, wearing nothing but panties and a blindfold. I knew it, and they knew it, and we all knew the others knew it, but everybody pretended not to notice.

"Time's up again, Marie," Darren spoke from very close to me, "and as I can see, you didn't get untied again. So that means we get to spank you once for the last time, that you didn't get, and twice for this time you were tied up. We get to spank you three times, without tying you up again."

"What? What, wait!" I argued, "You said you wouldn't spank me if I let you tie me up again."

"No," he corrected, "I said we'd give you another chance to get loose, and if you did, I wouldn't spank you. Since you didn't, you still owe us for the first spanking, it didn't get cancelled, and now you owe us two more, for the second time you were tied and didn't get loose. That makes two spankings from me and one from Rusty. And time is up!"

"No!" I pleaded. "You said," I began, "you, you, oh! You tricked me!"

"No he didn't, he just gave you a chance to get out of a spanking you should have got, that's all," Rusty defended him. "Would you like to try again? If you let us tie you up again, and you get untied, then you won't get any of the three spankings you're due for now, or any others. Otherwise, we're ready to give you those three spankings right now."

"Two of them from me," Darren reminded me.

"With the stick," Rusty added, relishing the thought.

"But then if I can't get untied, I'll get two more spankings, right?" I asked. That didn't sound very good to me.

"Tell you what, you won't get two spankings for the third time you're tied up, you'll only get one, and that one from Rusty, so long as he gets to give it to you whether you get untied the third time or not. Deal?"

"You mean I'll get spanked once even if I do get untied?" I asked.

"Yes, by Rusty. But if you don't let us tie you up again, you'll get that one by Rusty anyway, and you'll also get two from me! With the you-know-what."

"You won't tie me up the same way, will you?" There was no gain for me unless I had a chance, and I'd rather take my chances with a new way.

"No," Darren reassured me, "we'll tie you up some other way, some other place,"

Rusty laughed at that, and that didn't reassure me at all, but once again, I didn't have much of a choice.

"Oh, alright, I guess so." I was a little confused, but it sounded like it might get me out of some spankings, and wouldn't get me into anything bad.

Rusty released my ankles from the straps as Darren carefully extracted my wrists, and my nightgown, from the knotted belt that held them. He left my blindfold tied on tight, and I didn't feel even the slightest touch of my nightgown, so I had no idea where it went. When the belt and both straps had been removed, and I could move around again, they helped me stand up, but they didn't let me reach for my blindfold.

To keep up the silly pretense after my mistake, I had to stand before the two boys, bare from the waist up, pretending nothing unusual was happening. When the sight of me standing there like that made them laugh, I had to ignore that, too. They had me standing by my bed, in my panties, and I couldn't say a thing or I'd be caught out in a lie, and caught out for not saying anything when they'd undressed me. I bit my lip and stood there blushing, trying to think of a way I could get out of it without embarrassment.

Darren pulled my hands forward, keeping me from 'accidentally' noticing that I had no nightgown on. Rusty pushed me from behind, and I walked along with them, not knowing where they were taking me.