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BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

All three of us working together had taken my nightgown off of me, and we all knew it. I had squirmed in just the right ways to let the boys tug and pull, getting my nightgown past my face and off me a tiny bit at a time. They had pretended they weren't there, and I had pretended to feel nothing, that I was squirming to try to get untied, but we all knew the full truth. When they left and came back openly, I had tried pretending that I thought I still had my nightgown on, so that when one of them told me I didn't, I could act all mad at them for taking it. I thought that way, I would be the innocent one, who didn't know anything, and they would be the bad guys who would get punished if anyone found out about it.

My ploy failed when they went along with my pretense. Now I was stuck with it, forced to keep it up, or suffer the embarrassment of admitting that I knew full well I was standing there in my panties with two boys looking at me. I had to either admit I was doing it, and admit that I knew it all along, or keep on doing it while pretending I wasn't, until I found some other way of escape from the situation. So there I was, walking around in my bedroom, letting two big boys see me wearing just panties and a sock tied around my head as a blindfold, and I couldn't say or do anything about it without making it worse!

Because of my blindfold, I couldn't see a thing, but the room was always well lit in the mornings, by the sun shining on a skylight, so I knew Darren and Rusty both had a perfect view of me anytime they looked my way. I had no idea where they were planning to take me, to tie me up for a third time, but I moved when Rusty prodded me. I had no choice.

We started at my bunkbed, up in my attic bedroom. I walked between Rusty and Darren as they led me I knew not where. Rusty prodded me again when I hesitated, Darren held my hands out in front of me and pulled me forward. But a mere ten steps later, they stopped me, and turned me so they were both behind me. Since it hid my dotties and belly button from them, and the front of my panties, that suited me fine. I knew we were still in my bedroom somewhere, but I didn't know what direction we had gone, or even if we'd gone in a straight line.

"Get your arms up, Marie!" Darren demanded.

I raised my arms up. I felt no caress of silk that I would have felt. It was so silly of me to pretend I had my nightgown on, but I kept it up anyway. It would have been even more embarrassing to admit it was all a lie now. Besides, the idea excited me. I was going to get away with letting them see me in my panties, and not get in any trouble for it, as long as I didn't say anything.

Obviously, they didn't mind either, and weren't going to spoil what they had. What kind of boy would blab, and ruin everything, when he had a pretty eight-year-old girl in her panties? Only an idiot! Darren and Rusty were mean to me sometimes, but they weren't idiots.

It excited me to think they were going to tie me up that way, in just my panties from the beginning. The nervousness in my tummy tickled me in a strange and pleasant way.

Darren held my forearm and looped a thick leather belt, a man's belt, over my hand. I felt the buckle against the back of my wrist, with the rest of the belt looped through it. He released my arm, but held me by the belt. The wide flat band of leather encircled my entire wrist, too wide to slip at all. Rusty copied him with another thick leather belt around my left wrist, also with the buckle against the back of my wrist. The boys jerked upward on my wrists several times, forcing me to raise my arms even higher still. That stretched out my chest and tummy again, making my ribs stand out, but the boys were behind me so they couldn't see. The belt on my right wrist tugged gently a number of times, then stopped. The other one kept going up and down.

"Here, let me get that," Darren said. In seconds, the left belt stopped moving around also, at the same height as the right belt.

When I lowered my arms again, they didn't go anywhere. The belts held my arms raised high, straight, and fairly wide apart. I experimented, pulling down harder. They tightened up, squeezing me in an unbreakable grip, so I knew the only way I could get my wrists out of them would be by standing on tip-toe and lifting my arms higher. That was no problem. Thinking it would be fairly easy to escape, when I decided to escape, I smiled. Meanwhile I enjoyed the feeling of standing there, knowing the boys had to be looking at my bare back, my bare legs, and my white silk panties with the lacy pink trim.

'I'm a little devil!' I giggled to myself, thinking of the bright red words on the back of my panties, which the boys could see again.

"Step up," Rusty prompted me, pushing my bare shoulder. Again, it was obvious to everyone I would have felt the absence of my nightgown, but still we all pretended otherwise.

I raised my foot and felt forward for something to step up onto. A hand against my knee pushed my leg to the side instead. I found a stack of books, which Rusty must have brought up with him, just beside where my foot had been. I lifted my foot and placed it on top of the stack.

"Now the other one," Rusty continued.

I lifted my other foot, having to support some of my weight with my arms to keep from falling, and found another stack of books, slightly off to the other side like the first stack. Centering my feet on both stacks, and steadying myself with the belts, I straightened up. I stood a full head higher than before, even though my legs were slightly apart. The belts hung loosely against my wrists. It would be very easy to escape, I thought with relief.

Then someone took up the slack in the belts, raising my arms up higher. When he finished, my arms were again held out straight, a little wider than before, and once again I couldn't lower them. The boys chuckled. Something amused them. They were planning something mean, I worried.

I worried even more when they pulled a book from under each of my feet. My plan to stand on tip-toe became impossible. I almost was, already, with my heels barely touching when my arms stretched the most.

At that moment, Darren untied the sock that kept me blindfolded, and pulled it away from my head. With the interference removed, my long brown hair fell free. My hair felt nicer than silk, satin, or mink, Unky Luke had always said, and I happened to agree. I had compared it with all three, so I knew. I felt the waves of softness slide down to the middle of my back. I blinked, opening my eyes to bright light for the first time since Darren had blindfolded me, about an hour earlier.

Then I saw where I was in my bedroom.

"Hey!" I screamed. "Heyyyy!! Take me down from here! Take me down!! Take me dowwwwwwwwn!" I pleaded.

What had me so upset was the wonderful view I had from my new location. I could see my playground, the orchard and flower gardens, the windmill, the barn and corn cribs, the long row of stables on our farm, and dozens of farm fields all around, including Darren and Rusty's farm half a mile away, through the large window looking west from my bedroom.

Looking up, I saw that the belts keeping my arms held high and wide hung by long ropes around the curtain rod. I was closer to the window than the curtains were, visible to anyone who might walk by, from all of the places I could see.

I struggled madly, jerking on the belts. My foot slipped off one of the stacks of books, and I lost my balance for several seconds, hanging by my arms and kicking wildly until my foot found the stack again. "Take me dowwwwn! Take me dowwn! Oh please, please take me down!" I repeated frantically.

Both boys laughed and laughed and laughed, so hard they began gasping for breath. They didn't seem inclined to cooperate. What boy would?

"Didn't you say you wanted to be tied up in a different way, a different place, Marie?" Rusty goaded me. "Well, you got your wish!"

"Yes, but not here! Nooooooo! Oh, please, take me dowwwwn!" I begged. There was no point now in pretending. I was in the window wearing nothing but my panties, and all three of us obviously knew it, and I did not want to be there, not where they'd tied me, in just my panties! "Oh, please!" I almost cried.

The boys kept laughing, standing behind me and watching me. They must have loved the sight of me, with only a little part of my wrists covered by the belts, my legs apart in order to stay on the books, and my bright white silk panties wiggling back and forth. Anyone seeing me from the ground outside would see the same thing, I knew.

"Oh please, please, take me dowwwwnn," I whined, without much hope left. They were mean boys, I knew that now, and the worse it was for me, the more they would like it.

"I don't think so," Darren panted, still laughing. "It's time for you to pay us what you agreed."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused and afraid.

"The one spanking from me, remember?" Rusty explained. Then he turned to Darren and asked, "Where did you leave the stick?"