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BR&T date: probably October or November 1995

The BR&T men took three captive BR&T girls and two free-range BR&T girls to the BR&T Stage for the entertainment of some special visitors. "Start the cameras rolling," one instructed another, who complied.

"You first, Elisa," one chuckled, pulling a girl from the performers waiting area, actually a wire cage, as the other girls cowered as far from the cage door as they could get. Four men carried her up onto the stage and tied her standing between two posts, thin cords tied tightly around her wrists and running to eye bolts on the posts beside her to hold her arms high and spread wide. She struggled uselessly, sobbing and terrified, as they removed her Rainbow Brite panties so she stood naked in front of the visitors. They tied her ankles in similarly painful cords and pulled them to spread her wide.

"I want that one!" said the judge gleefully, as the object of his attention squirmed.

"You don't get to pick first. I do!" said another, though he was keenest on getting the six-year-old, still in the cage.

The BR&T men next brought another seven-year-old girl onto the stage and tied her between two posts beside the first. "I'll bet you can't wait to get these panties off, can you?" a man teased her. They stripped off her panties and tied cords to her ankles to spread her legs wide. The BR&T man then held the panties in front of her face, showing her the cute designs, making the girl scream and struggle wildly and turn her head away. "Aww, don't you like cute widdle doggies anymore? I heard they like you a lot!!" he teased. Everyone laughed. Oh, except the girls, of course.

"Super cute," observed one visitor, eyeing her appreciatively as she hung by her wrists, helpless and crying, "but I think I'll avoid this one. Her parents pestered me for weeks trying to get me to call out the National Guard to look for her when she disappeared." That drew a round of chuckles.

The BR&T men brought forward a sister of one of the girls already on the stage. "Oh, please, please don't hurt her! Please don't do this to her, too!" she begged them, in vain. Indeed, as soon as the third girl had been tied by her wrists at the end of the line away from the others, stripped of her panties, and tied the rest of the way, the BR&T men handed a visitor a seven-stranded leather whip and let him give her the first of thirteen swats she would get that day, just to get her sobbing so the last two girls would have something frightening to listen to as they got brought up onto the stage and tied like the others.

"I like this thing! Nice effect!" the senator declared, pleased by the way she had jerked and gasped as the knotted strands brutally raked across her soft mounds. "I advise no one else to choose it. Understood?" Though that was technically against the rules, the other visitors didn't want to argue with him.

"Maybe we should have put the sisters together," one BR&T man suggested, as he finished tying the fifth girl's ankle to the lowest eye bolt on the post beside her.

"Which ones?" another asked.

"Any of them, or all of them," came the answer.

"Leave 'em where they are. I like it better when they're separated," another said. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. It'll be just as much fun either way."

With five pretty girls' pretty panties piled up in the center of the stage (Strawberry Shortcake on top), and the cage left empty and awaiting the girls' return, the preparation ended and the choosing began.

"I'll take this one," one visitor said, "and I'll show her why that unicorn wanted to be where it was, and what it wanted to do there with that horn!"

"You're next," a BR&T man prompted, and another visitor chose the girl in the center.

"I may not have got the one I wanted, but my ruling is, this sweetie will do nicely," the next visitor joked. "And don't forget," he chided the man who had claimed the girl beside his, "you owe me one swat on the darling you picked."

"Ooohhh, donnn't," the darling cried, pulling hard against the cords holding her tightly between the posts. "Pleeeease!!" She hated the way the men stared at her. She hated not being able to hide anything from them, her pussy, her titties, or her bare bottom, not even her blushing face or her wet reddened eyes. And she hated the way the men so casually joked about what they were going to do to her and the other girls. But not nearly as much as she hated them actually doing it. "Pllee- pleee- pleeeeeeasse!" she wailed, tears running down her cheeks and gathering on her chin before dripping off to the stage floor beneath her. She gave up begging when the two men smiled at her in unison, thoroughly amused by her terror.

"They're all so pretty it doesn't matter," another noted. He finally selected one of the last two girls, and reading the card on the post on her left, asked, "I get to spank her nineteen swats, using whatever I want, right?"

"Yes, nineteen, the number calculated based on her age, but we'll choose the instruments in reverse order," a BR&T man explained.

"Ah don't mind taking this'n, as employee of the week," one of the BR&T men chuckled. "Even chosen last, she's still gorgeous. And since she's the oldest, Ah get to really let 'er have it before we fuck the little fuckrags."

The five sobbing helpless naked little fuckrags wailed on hearing that, especially the oldest, since she already knew what it was like, getting spanked by that BR&T man. "Oohhhh please, pleeeease..." she sobbed. She didn't even finish begging, knowing nothing she said would change anything. To her absolute terror, she saw him raise a long golden plastic rod from the box, with a black handle: the very same rod he'd spanked her with the first time, the day she first met him. "Aaaauuww! AAAAUUuuuwww!!" she screamed, jerking reflexively in the cruel cords as he landed two hard swats on her tender bare bottom, before even letting the rest pick their weapons. Her bawling disturbed her sister enough to get her bawling again too, even before her own whipping started. He shoved the box over to the next man in line.

That man rummaged through the choices and raised one. The girl before him cringed. He snickered. "Since I know how much she'll hate it, I'll take the leash and use it way different from what she wishes someone would use it for!"

The BR&T man with the rod leaned toward the other man's girl. Half whispering, he teased her, "Ya know you're goin' back there when we're done with ya, don't ya?" He smirked at her look of despair.

"I already know what I want," the man on the other end of the line called, eager to get the business - or rather, the pleasure - started. "Hand the extension cord down here then go ahead and take your pick."

"A bit long, isn't it?" said a man pulling out a short section of garden hose for himself and a six-foot electric extension cord for the other man.

"Not if you double it over and hold the ends, with a loop around your hand," he explained, as the man in between passed it to him. "See?" he demonstrated, twirling it in an arc over his head and bringing it down against the stage floor with a sharp CRACK! "It'll mete out what the little sweetie deserves, that's for sure!" he chuckled.

"Aaaahhh don't don't donn't!! Oaahh donnn't!" the little sweetie facing him wailed, unable to take her eyes off his hand and the electric cord hanging loosely from it. She guessed exactly what he was going to do with it, even though she had never been there before.

"I never get tired of hearing that!" the man with the hose quipped.

"Then don't ever become President, or you'll lose it for life," a BR&T man advised. "You know, agents all over you forever. Can't have that here, anyway."

"You guys want to spank them all at once, or take turns so you can all watch what all of the others do?" the head BR&T man, Robert Blackrock, asked them.

"Let's take turns and watch the rest for the first swats, but save three swats back to do all together for a grand finale," the senator compromised. He was very good at compromising, and getting everyone to agree, so that's what they did.

"Give the sweet little fuckrags what they deserve!" Robert grinned, and stepped back to watch, out of view of any of the cameras.

And everyone had a lot of fun. Oh, except the girls, of course.

Say there, reader... Who went onstage wearing only yellow ducky panties? Whom did the mayor spank? And how many more swats did the oldest girl get before the grand finale?

What are all their names (full names for the three captives), ages, order they were tied and where, order they were chosen and by whom? What panties were they wearing (at first!), what were each of them spanked with, and how many swats? You have everything you need to figure it out, just not all here in this story.