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BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

"Wait!" I shouted. "Don't I get ten minutes?"

That was the second rule of Tie-Up that Darren had said, when we'd begun playing it. He and Rusty had even allowed me more time than that, when they had me tied to my bed face down, with my legs spread out wide, in just my nightgown and panties, and when they'd turned me over and tied me face up and blindfolded me, with my legs spread wider, where they'd gradually pulled my nightgown off over my head. I was supposed to get ten minutes to get loose, before they would each get to spank me. The boys couldn't change the rules now, could they? It just wasn't fair to spank me now!

"You get one spanking from me whether you get untied this time or not, Marie. That's what you agreed to, so I'm giving it to you now!" Rusty exulted. He was awfully eager to begin spanking his eight-year-old neighbor for the second time today. What boy wouldn't be?

"Oh, please, please, give me time!" I begged. But he was right, I'd agreed to those conditions in the hope of getting out of the three other spankings that I was due for, from the last two times they'd tied me.

But I never thought I'd get tied up in my panties where they had me now!

Thick leather belts on my wrists kept my bare arms straight up and out to the side, attached by ropes to the curtain rod that held the lacy yellow and white curtains framing me in the large window. My bare feet lightly touched two stacks of books beneath me, and then only if I kept my bare legs spread slightly apart to reach them. My bare ribs faced the window, standing out from being stretched, and anyone who happened to walk by on the ground below could have looked up at the attic window of my house and seen my bare chest, my two little pink dotties, and my belly button.

Rusty just laughed and stood there looking at me, enjoying the view from behind me. He could see my bare shoulders and back only partly covered down to the middle by my long soft brown hair. And, of course, he had a nice up-close view of my glossy white silk panties with their lacy pink trim along the waistband, and the words "I'm a Little Devil" stitched in red letters across my bottom, right where he'd spanked me with a willow switch earlier that sunday morning. Right where he was about to spank me again.

His big brother, Darren, four years older than Rusty and five years older than the helpless girl in the window, would be back any second with the switch for Rusty to spank me with.

No, wait, Rusty hadn't asked for the switch, or had he? Uncertainty and fear made me turn my head and watch in trepidation as Darren returned. Rusty held his hand out, and Darren gave him an object. Rusty lifted it to show me. I screamed.

The stick held no illusions of beauty for me now, as it had the first few moments I'd seen it, colored light reflecting off the heads of the tacks arranged at random on one side. I knew the other side displayed the nasty end of those tacks, dozens of tiny sharp points bristling out from it like a swarm of little hornets, and every one of them eager to sting my tender bottom again and again. The moment I saw the stick in Rusty's hand, panic overwhelmed me.

"No! No!! Nooo!! I thought you'd spank me with the switch!" I wailed, twisting and pulling in desperation. My feet slipped off the stacks of books again, and I kicked wildly until I got my footing back, with my legs as wide apart as they had been.

"We never said what he'd spank you with, only that Rusty would give you the spanking," Darren smirked, delighted to have tricked me again. "Now there's only one question, same as there was before, Marie. Do you want it on your panties, or not?"

"No! No!" I wailed again.

"You want your panties down, then?" Rusty teased.

"No! No!! Nooo!!" I wailed louder. I hoped I was making myself clear.

"It seems she wants it on her panties, so they'll get ruined," Darren lamented, insincerely. "Too bad. They're such niiiiiice panties."

"Not the stick! Not the stick!" I whined, still struggling.

"You want me to spank you with the switch?" Rusty asked.

"Uh, yes. Yes."

"Then ask me, Marie. Nicely."

"P-please spank me with the switch."

"No. I don't want to," he crushed my hopes. He was as mean as Darren. "I'm going to spank you with the stick. On your panties, or no panties? Which will it be?"

I couldn't let Rusty spank me on my panties, I knew. Not only were they my second-favorite panties, they were a birthday present from Unky Luke, along with my "I'm a Little Angel" panties that matched them that were my favorite. I loved Unky Luke, and he loved me, and I didn't want his birthday present to me to be ruined by the sharp tacks on the stick, no matter what. And besides, if they were, Mommy would find out, and I'd get in trouble for letting the boys into the house in the first place, and for letting them tie me up, and even worse for letting them see my panties. If Mommy or Daddy ever found out I had helped Darren and Rusty take my nightgown off me, I'd be doomed, punished every day for a year. I couldn't risk it.

But I couldn't ask them to pull my panties down, as I'd done before. This time my ankles weren't tied to the side rails of my bed, and my legs weren't spread out wide, and more importantly, I wasn't lying face down on my bed, hidden away from everyone but them. I stood facing most of the buildings on my daddy's farm, the orchard and gardens, and fields out as far as I could see. Even Darren and Rusty's farmhouse was close enough to see people and see what they were wearing, if anyone had been there. I couldn't let anyone see me up in my bedroom window with my panties down, I just couldn't!

The only card I had left was the Old Maid, but I played it anyway.

"I'll tell! I'll tell, and you'll get in big big trouble!" I bluffed, trying to sound as bold as I could. That wasn't easy while standing tied up in a window, looking over my bare shoulder at them.

My threat didn't have the effect I had hoped for.

"Oh, nooooo," Darren mocked, "she's going to telllll on us! Come on, Rusty, let's get out of here while there's still time to get away!"

"Yea!" Rusty mimicked. "Hurry, we better run away before Marie tells on us! Let's go! Leave her nightgown laying right here," he added, making sure I saw it, "and let's scram! Head for the hills!!!" he shouted, and backed away, laughing.

Then they made for the top of the stairs that led down from my bedroom to the rest of the house. They disappeared from my view. They weren't going to spank me, I realised with relief. Then I imagined seeing them looking back over their shoulders at me as they ran down the road to their farm. I imagined Mommy coming around the house to check for ripe tomatoes in the garden, before coming in from church, and looking up at me. How long would I hang there in the window before that happened? How many of Daddy's farm hands would see me first? Would Mr. Martin, who gave me my riding lessons at the stables, see me like this?

"Wait!" I pleaded. "No! Wait! Wait!!" I screamed. "Come back!!" No answer. "Oh please! Please come back!!" I shouted as loudly as I could.

"Why should we?" Darren asked, standing right behind me. "You'll tell on us, won't you?" They hadn't gone anywhere. They had me, and they knew it, now they just made me say so.

"I won't tell," I murmured.

"You won't tell today, or how long?" he demanded.

"I won't tell, ever," I promised, trembling.

"What do you want us to do?" he continued.

"Let me down, please," I asked, hoping he meant it.

"What do you want us to do first?" he pressed.

I saw that I had no escape. "Spank me," I sulked.

"Anything you want us to do before that?" Rusty chimed in, cheerfully.

I took a deep breath, and held it awhile. I knew what I had to say, but it was so hard to say it, knowing what it would mean.

"Well?" Darren insisted.

"Pull my panties down," I nearly cried.

"How far?" Rusty asked.

'What's that about?' I wondered. I answered "To bare my bottom."

"Not far enough," he complained. "How far?"

"To my knees?" I asked fearfully.

"Not far enough," he repeated. "How far?"

"To my ankles?" I offered, embarrassed by the thought.

"Almost good enough," he said. "How far?"

I moaned. "All the way off."

Darren took over my humiliation. "Alright Marie, let's make sure we have this right. What do you want us to do first?"

I thought, and answered, "Pull my panties down."

"Just down? That isn't what you said you wanted, was it?"

"Pull my panties all the way off," I cringed. "And then," I said before he could prompt me, "then spank me."

"Where?" he asked.

"My b- on my bottom," I answered. "On my bare bottom," I corrected, when I realised my error.

"With?" he cued.

"With the stick," I choked.

"And you won't tell, will you, Marie?"

"No, I won't tell," I told him.

"Ever?"

"I won't ever tell," I admitted, hanging my head. It was the truth, that was for sure. I didn't want my parents knowing. I didn't want anyone at school knowing. No way would I tell anyone at church. I didn't want anyone to know.

"Let's hear it from the beginning, and be really sweet about it, Marie, or we'll just leave you here like this."

"Pl-" I began, and froze up. "Please, please, Darren," I started over. "And Rusty," I added, "pull my panties do- uh, all the way off, and then spank m-me with the-" I choked again, and finally finished, "the stick. I won't ever tell."

"That was sweeeet," Rusty rubbed it in, "but I need to hear it a little smoother than that, you know, just to be sure you mean it."

I took a deep breath, and repeated it again, "Please, please, Rusty and Darren, please pull my panties all the way off of me, and then spank me- my bare bottom with the s-stick. I won't tell. Not ever." I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying when I finished.

"Okay, I guess we can do that for you," Darren laughed. The boys moved in closer, taking up positions on either side of me.

Tears welled up in my eyes. They were going to get me completely bare naked in the window. I wouldn't even have on any of my colored hair ribbons. Except for the thick belts around my wrists, I would be bare naked. And then they would spank me.

I stared out the window, shaking, not looking at either of them. I felt the pink lacy waistband of my panties pull away from me on both sides, and begin to slide down in front and in back. I felt it pass my hips, then push along my thighs. Boy's heads leaned forward on either side.

It was fun for them to do this to me, fun because they knew I hated it, because they were mean, because they were boys. There was nothing in the world worse they could ever do to me.