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BR&T date: Sunday, 7 September 1997

I wondered what a couple of boys could possibly want a naked girl to do for them. But I knew I had to do it, whatever it was, or they'd tell on me and get me in big trouble with my parents. I'd done so many naughty things on that Sunday morning while my parents were away at church that I couldn't remember them all anymore. The latest was to ask the boys to pull my panties off of me completely, and even though they'd made me ask them to do that, I knew I'd get in trouble for it if my parents found out.

Darren reached up and pulled the loose end of the ropes that kept the leather belts around my wrists tied to the corners of the curtain rod over my window. Just that easily, the knots fell apart, and the belts dropped free.

I landed on my feet, but couldn't keep my balance, and I fell back, away from the window. Since two more thick leather belts held my ankles, and they hadn't released the ropes on those yet, my efforts to pull my legs together failed. I mostly caught myself with my arms on each side, and the plush carpeting in my bedroom cushioned my fall, but I still landed painfully on my terribly sore bottom. I wailed and cried again, still hurting from the spanking Rusty had just given me with a willow switch.

Then I noticed that the two boys on either side of me were looking at me, but they weren't looking at my face.

"EEeeee!" I screamed, and covered up my blossom with one hand, and my two little pink dotties on my bare chest with my other arm.

Smirking at me, Rusty and Darren reached for the loose ends of the ropes attached to the belts on my ankles. Two more quick tugs removed those knots. Darren coiled up the ropes while Rusty knelt by me, removing the belts from around my wrists and my ankles, lifting my feet up high for no reason, and trying to see past my hand.

I pulled my legs together at last, and turned over. As soon as I could, I crawled away from the window, to keep anyone outside from being able to see my bare body. Then I got to my feet, once again standing before the two boys, only this time without a blindfold, without the pretense of wearing my nightgown even though I only had panties, and without even those panties. Without even a sock. Without even a hair ribbon. Only my long brown hair and my light sprinkling of freckles.

I saw my pink silk nightgown, lying in a heap on the floor, and hurried over toward it, but then I saw something I wanted even more. I bent to pick up my white silk panties where they'd landed after the boys took them off me. The little devil girl on the front of them looked up at me, and I saw myself, standing naked, my hands in front of my blossom and my dotties, just like her. I blushed, just like her.

"Leave it!!" Rusty shouted, before I could disturb them. Reaching to take them himself, he spotted the little devil girl also, then he looked over at me and burst out laughing. Holding them high and turning them to show Darren, he called, "Hey, check this out!"

Darren looked over and saw what Rusty meant. "I guess that's what 'life imitates art' means!" he laughed.

"Except you don't have horns or a tail, do you, Marie?" Rusty teased me.

"Get on the bed," Darren ordered, pointing. "And lay down."

Trembling in fear, keeping my hands in place, I went to the bottom bunk of my bunkbed. Gingerly, I sat down on the soft daffodils decorating the covers, my knees over the bright shiny rail along the side. Even as soft as my bed was, my bottom hurt, and I turned and lay down, face down. I didn't have to cover my dotties or blossom anymore, so I moved both hands back to cover my bare bottom. I lay on my bed and waited for them to finish removing the ropes and belts that had kept me spread out naked facing the large window in my bedroom, the window from which I could see, and be seen by, most of the countryside around my daddy's farm. My parents were due home in minutes, but at least they wouldn't catch me naked up in my window.

Darren, the bigger of the two brothers by four years, and Rusty, nine years old and only a year older than me, finished collecting the ropes and belts, and threw them down the stairway to the second floor, then turned and advanced eagerly on me, grinning.

"Get your arms out to the sides," Darren demanded.

"Hold the rails," Rusty added, "both of them."

"You're not going to tie me up, you said you wouldn't," I protested. "And you're not going to spank me, are you?" Truth be told, I was more afraid they would spank me again, since my bare bottom would be exposed once I moved my hands.

Darren reassured me, "We don't have time for either one now. You'll get your three spankings some other time, when we want, where we want, and how we want. We'll let you know when the time comes for that. Maybe tomorrow for one of them, after school somewhere."

I didn't feel very reassured by that.

"Now get your arms out and hold the rails, like we told you," Rusty repeated, impatiently.

Timidly, fearfully, I moved my hands away from my bottom, out to the sides, and curled my slender fingers around the cold metal bars found there. I breathed nervously, looking up at the boys hovering over me. My one eye watched them, my other eye, closed, rested on daffodils. Light from the skylight in the ceiling kept me well illuminated for their viewing pleasure.

"Get your legs apart," Darren ordered. "Further than that, further," he insisted as I meekly complied, "way out to the side, further. Hook your feet over the bars. That's good, Marie, now keep them there, or else!"

I lay there shivering, despite the usual warmth of the room, letting the boys see me bare naked on my bed, with the tops of my feet against the railings, my thighs wide apart.

My neighbors circled around me like sharks saying grace over a meal they knew couldn't escape them. They spent a lot more time at the foot of my bed, nearer to my feet, than they did nearer to my head.

"That's how we'll tie you up the next time we come over here, Marie!" Rusty declared. "Just like that!"

"Right, and it'll be next Sunday morning," Darren told me, "or we'll have to leave a message your parents would find when you got home. So you're going to stay home from church again next week, just like you did today. Right, Marie?"

"Uh, ummm," a lump in my throat held the words in. "Right, Darren," I answered him, knowing I had no choice.

"Yea!" Rusty cheered.

"You can put your arms and legs back, now," Darren allowed. But when I did, covering my bottom again, his next demand scared me worse. "Now turn over."

When I didn't move, Rusty leaned in close to my face, and hissed, "We can spank you some more if you don't."

Fighting back more tears, I rolled over, putting a hand over my blossom before turning, and moving the other to cover my dotties as soon as I could. Both boys stood over me now, one on each side.

"Arms out! Grab the rails!" Darren commanded the naked little girl trembling on the bed before him, without any trace of the nervousness he'd shown hours ago while merely pulling my sock off.

I had enough nervousness for everyone there. Biting my lip to keep from crying, I slowly moved my arm away from my dotties and out to the side. I knew they'd already seen them when they'd had my nightgown up, and while I helped them take that nightgown off of me completely. But this was different. I couldn't pretend I didn't know, like I'd done every other time. I had to lay there and let them see my dotties on my bare chest, knowing they knew I knew they could see.

"Other arm too," Rusty goaded me, "and grab that rail tight!"

"Oh please," I tried. No one but my Unky Luke had ever seen my blossom petals once I became a pretty girl. I didn't want to show Darren, let alone Rusty, who would be in my class in school tomorrow.

"Now!!!" Darren shouted.

Crying, I moved my other hand aside, and slowly out to the metal rail, gripped it with my fingers curled upward around it like my other hand, and I lay there squeezing my eyes shut to keep from seeing what I knew their faces would show if I looked.

They could see my whole bare body now, from the front, well lit up with soft light from the ceiling skylight, as I lay on my bed naked for them. My bare arms, my bare shoulders, my bare chest, my dotties, my belly and belly button, my bare legs and feet, and no panties covering up my bare naked blossom petals.

"Legs out wide now, Marie!" Rusty smirked.

"No!" I pleaded. I bent my leg to cover my blossom as much as I could.

"You want us to tell your parents all the stuff you did?" he threatened.

"No!" I cried. "Oh please, please, no," I whined.

"Then spread 'em! Spread 'em wide, and make it soon!!"

Sobbing, I began to move my legs apart. I stopped with my feet halfway to the side of my bed.

"Get going, get 'em out there!" Rusty demanded. "All the way out. Put your heels over the rails!"

"Aaawwww! Aaahhhwww! Aawwhhh! UhAaawww! Uhaaawww!" I sobbed, doing as the boys wanted. I felt my blossom petals open up as I stretched my legs out to the sides. I felt the cold metal, lifted one foot at a time over the rails, and hooked my heels around the bars. I kept on sobbing. I kept my eyes shut tight. I knew that I was letting Darren and Rusty see my bare naked blossom spreading wide open in front of them. I lay there on my bed, face up and spread wide, completely naked in front of boys for the first time ever, bawling.

"I think we'll tie you like that, too," Rusty mused, "next Sunday!"

"Absolutely! Well, we've gotta run now," Darren laughed. "You stay just like that, until you hear your parents get home, okay, Marie?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't move. I opened my eyes and saw the two boys descend the stairs, their heads disappearing from my view. I heard footsteps in the hallway, down another flight of stairs, and out onto the porch. The front door closed, and the house fell silent.

I lay on my bed naked, gripping the side rails in my hands, feeling the rails under my heels, my naked blossom wide open. I knew I could never tell anyone about anything I had done, or anything the boys had done to me, that morning, ever. I thought about the three spankings the boys were going to give me. I thought about how mean boys were. I thought about being in class with Rusty tomorrow, knowing he had seen my bare naked body today, and spanked my bare bottom. I thought about being tied up to my bed like this next Sunday, and what they might do to me then. And I cried as I waited for my parents to get home.

But I didn't move before then.

*** End of Book One ***