This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: 1958

"You two, sit down! You, get up and get over here!" Jeff gestured, and the twins in pink sat while Karen jumped to attention. "And you two, don't you move a muscle unless we tell you to move. Got that?"

Tiffany gulped and nodded. She knew she was in trouble, and didn't want it to be any worse. Samantha just nodded, meekly.

"Samantha, how would you like to have Tiffany's pretty clothes?" Jeff asked.

"No! you can't do that!" Tiffany protested immediately, before she realised what she was saying. "I mean, um..." she stammered.

For her part, Samantha just stood silent. She nodded a little, unsure how she was supposed to answer. She looked over at the girl who could have been her twin, and noticed the fancy clothes, and wished just a little that they were hers.

"Tiffany, put your hands behind your head and stay that way. And I'll be the one spanking you if you move," Jeff warned. "Karen, Tiffany has such a pretty white leather belt with her skirt. Take it for your sister."

Karen moved up to Tiffany, looked her in the eye, and let a smile cross her face. She, too, had received a dress for her birthday, one not quite as threadbare as Samantha's dress, so they shared it, taking turns wearing it to church. She admired the white leather belt as she drew it out of the belt loops on the red velvet skirt. She noticed with some amusement that the skirt slid down a little, held up now only by the ruffles in Tiffany's silk blouse. Tiffany looked uneasy, and she didn't smile back at Karen.

"Now the skirt, Karen. See how pretty it is? Feel how soft it is? I'm sure Samantha would love to have it."

"No, please," Tiffany whispered, just a tiny little plea, which brought only smiles and no sympathy from her audience. She held still as Karen unbuttoned one side of the skirt and let it drop to the floor around Tiffany's fancy shoes.

"Lift your feet, one at a time," Jeff told her. She obeyed. All four boys, and all the girls as well, could now see her light pink silk panties decorated with little red hearts. Only the top was covered by her blouse, as Karen took away the skirt and caressed it admiringly.

"Now the blouse," Jeff said, and it was all he needed to say, as Karen began unbuttoning from the top, working her way down Tiffany's chest, until she was finished. She drew the blouse aside, revealing two pretty pink spots on a flat creamy background. "Arms back! Get with it!" Jeff barked.

"Oh please, please don't," Tiffany whined. Robert and Curt took her arms and twisted them behind her back. "Eeeoww oh owwie, oh stop, ohww!" the little girl whimpered. They held her arms in place while Karen worked the blouse down and off. Tiffany stood in the center of the room, the center of attention, wearing only her headband, panties, hairclasps, socks, and fancy shoes. She trembled, helpless and ashamed and afraid in the grip of two unrelenting boys.

"Hands back on your head!" The command surprised nobody. Tiffany raised her arms high and spread her elbows, acutely aware how she was showing her bare titties.

"Now the shoes, which are too good for Tiffany," Jeff grinned at her. "Lift your feet, one at a time, or we'll lift them for you." To emphasize the alternative, Curt put his arms through hers and locked his hands together behind her neck. He stretched her arms back until she squealed a little from the pain. All of her ribs showed clearly on her tightly stretched chest.

Tiffany held up her left foot, letting Karen unbuckle the shoe and pull it off. She had no choice. She knew it was either that or hang by her arms bent behind her head while the same thing happened anyway, but still she felt shame at helping them undress her. She saw the stares of the boys, and felt further shame at her uncovered titties and panties. She let Karen pull off her right shoe, then held her feet up one by one as Karen slid down the silky socks and tugged them off by their tassles. Tiffany looked at the pile of her clothes on the floor, hoping vainly that the boys would let go of her and let her put them back on. When Curt released her and stood back, she sudenly thought she was getting her wish. Her hopes were dashed immediately.

"Nice headband, Tiffany. I think it would look better on Samantha, though. What do you think, guys?"

A chorus of agreement made Tiffany wilt in dismay. "That's my special headband, from my grammy," she protested. "You can't have it!"

"Wrong answer!" Jeff roared at her. "Even if we had told you to speak, which we didn't. Do you remember what happens to girls who speak when they aren't told to speak?"

Tiffany cringed and cowered. She sullenly stared at the floor, and over at her pile of clothes, making no other response.

"Answer me! What happens to girls who speak when they aren't told to speak?" Jeff demanded. "Or who don't speak when we ask a question, for that matter?"

Tiffany swallowed hard. "They get spanked," she mumbled, still staring at the floor, hoping for some way out of it. "I'm sorry," she added, without much hope that it would help.

"Well, you're not as stupid as we thought. But that will come later, Tiffany. Right now, take off your headband. Samantha, all of this is just on loan to you today, you don't actually get to keep it, of course."

Tiffany brightened up a little at that, almost forgetting about the spanking she was due to get, almost forgetting that she was standing in the middle of the room naked but for her panties. She remembered the command just in time, and pulled her headband off, holding it out in her hand, unsure what to do with it. No command came, so she dropped it with her other clothes rather than let Karen touch it.

"Hands back behind your head," Jeff told her. She obeyed without comment. "Karen, take her hairclasps out."

"No! Those are my -- uhh," Tiffany began, choking back her protest a little too late. She blinked away tears and held still as Karen stood beside her and fumbled around with them.

"I can't get them off," Karen finally admitted.

"Maybe we'll just have to cut them off," Robert suggested, sounding pleased at the idea.

"Oh don't! Don't! I'll take them off!" Tiffany quickly begged, looking over to Jeff for permission. He nodded, and she found the catch and took off the right one, then the left, and dropped them on the pile with her headband. She forgot to put her hands back behind her head until Curt twisted her arm, making her scream.

"Looks like she only has one thing left. Do you want her panties, too, Samantha? Of course you do. But you can't put her panties on until you get your own panties off, right?"

Samantha had been watching the procedure of the boys ordering Karen to strip Tiffany, but she hadn't considered her own role in it. Now she understood, and blushed. "I don't really want her clothes," she said, "I want to keep mine on."

"We didn't ask your opinion, Samantha. Heather! It's your turn to help out. Get over here."

Heather painfully stood, wiped away a few tear tracks, and started over. Her panties fell from her knees down to her ankles, making it hard for her to walk, but she didn't reach down to pull them up this time. The boys laughed at her as she stumbled over, shame-faced.

"Samantha, raise your arms high," Jeff ordered. Like a robot, she obeyed, the only sign of disobedience being the frightened look on her face. "Heather, take her dress off. And be careful with it! It's her birthday present!" he laughed.

Heather lifted the hem of Samantha's dress and pulled it up, higher and higher, revealing a nice pair of legs the boys had already seen, a faded pair of yellow panties likewise, a slightly rounded tummy, a nice beautiful flat chest with tiny pink nipples for decoration, and finally her slender arms. The dress bunched up around Samantha's neck, making it difficult for Heather to push it any higher.

"Lean over!" Mark told her, and pushed Samantha forward. She bent at the waist and held steady as Heather pulled the hem of the dress out and finally had it inside-out around Samantha's head and arms. Samantha shivered, knowing she was even more naked than Tiffany now, after just one item removed, since her panties were torn and tattered, with several large holes, while the other girl's panties were new silk. She still didn't dare to resist the boys, even when two of them held her arms, making it easier for Heather to get the dress the rest of the way off. They roughly pulled her back upright, leering at her nakedness the same way they had with Tiffany. She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but Curt and Robert each took an arm and bent them back behind her as far as they could bend.

"Oww, owh, eie!" she whimpered, when the boys twisted her arms up at a sharp angle and held them firmly. They lifted her slightly, and Samantha stood on her toes trying to relieve the pain. "Oww, oh owww, ahhaoww," she cried, tears flowing freely. "Why are you hurting me!?" she whined, "I didn't do anything!!" They didn't answer, only laughed at her, cruel laughter without humor. Nor did they release her.

"Panties now, Heather! On your knees first, then pull them down and take them off." Heather had a difficult time getting on her knees, with her own panties around her ankles, but she managed without a word.

As she reached out to take Samantha's panties, Samantha began struggling and squirming. "No! Let me go!" she pleaded. "OWWoowwow!" she screamed as the boys lifted her full weight by her bent arms. She kicked and twisted, but nothing stopped the pain. Her foot knocked Heather over, and everyone got a quick glimpse of her bare bottom again before she got her skirt back down. Heather was angry now, and grabbed Samantha, holding the struggling girl's legs with both arms, and got a handful of her panties in back. She ripped them downward quickly, but instead of the panties coming down, they tore worse, leaving a gaping hole in the back and halfway around the side. Seeing what she'd begun, Heather continued the work, ripping Samantha's panties the rest of the way around so that only the waistband remained.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Samantha screamed as she felt her panties being torn off of her, but her kicking and struggling only hurt herself, making no difference in the end. Heather jerked the remains of the torn yellow panties down Samantha's legs and pulled them off. Only a small band covered Samantha's belly, with a few shreds of yellow cloth waving free as she squirmed. Heather took the waistband and jerked it down and pulled it off.

"Well now you've done it, Heather. You realise those are the panties that Tiffany has to wear, don't you?" Jeff grinned as Tiffany bit her lip and Heather looked at her apologetically. "Now," he addressed Samantha, "You better stand there and shut up from now on. You've earned yourself a really good spanking. Don't add to it. Your turn, Tiffany. Karen! Over here!" Curt and Robert followed her over when they saw that Samantha was no longer resisting, but standing naked trying to cover as much as possible with her small hands.

Tiffany went white. "Oh come on, you can't do this to me!" she screamed, as they took her arms and bent them back. She screamed louder than Samantha had, when the boys lifted her off the floor by her arms. They each grabbed an ankle and bent her legs back at the knee so she couldn't kick. Tiffany shrieked and struggled frantically.

"Get her panties, Karen, but don't rip them or you'll regret it." Karen carefully slid down the soft silky material, working it past the crying girl's hips and down her thighs to her knees. The boys dropped Tiffany's ankles to let Karen take the panties off the rest of the way. By then Tiffany merely hung in their grip, sobbing from the pain in her arms, letting them finish stripping her completely naked. When they dropped her back down, she just hugged her sore arms and cried, not trying to cover herself at all.

"Alright, we have two more spankings to give, then you can put on your clothes. Tiffany, lay across this footstool. And if we hear any argument, your spanking will be that much worse. Samantha, you're next, so pay close attention, in case you missed anything with Heather."