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Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 05: A Second Chance {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo bond exhib threat humil)
Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 22:10:05 -0500
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

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                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

This fantasy involves two boys (age 13 and 9) and a girl (age 8),
bondage and exposure of the half-willing girl, gradually getting
naughtier and naughtier until the boys take it way beyond what she
wants.  It is complete in 11 chapters, with more "books" planned.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.
The location was chosen at random and researched very little, and has no
relationship to any real or imaginary person associated with that real
location.

                    Chapter Five: A Second Chance

Marie chooses to be tied again, rather than spanked again.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

                         by Marie Benoughtie
                    (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                           6 January, 2003


                    Chapter Five: A Second Chance

"Now for your second spanking, Marie!" Darren informed me, sounding far
less nervous than he had before.

"This is going to be great!" Rusty smirked, moving around to the head of
my bunkbed and kneeling down so he could look me right in the face.  He
knew more than I did about what his big brother was going to do, and he
seemed full of eager anticipation.

I just lay there looking at him, since I couldn't turn my head or say
anything, what with the sock gagging my mouth and the belt binding my
wrists together to the headboard.  I wiggled my panty-clad bottom as if
I was trying to get away, knowing the straps holding my ankles spread
out wide were in no danger of coming loose until the boys untied them.
I figured the boys would like to see that.  If they enjoyed being mean
to girls, they'd want to think I didn't like what they were doing to me,
nor what they were planning to do to me.

They were half wrong.  I liked being naughty, laying there letting the
boys see my almost bare body, my pretty pink nightgown with the white
lace trim pulled up to my shoulders and my white silk panties stretched
across my bottom.  My sore bottom still stung from the spanking with a
willow switch Rusty had just given me a few minutes earlier, but I even
liked the stinging, in a way.  I felt like a little devil girl.

In fact, the bright red words on my panties saying "I'm a Little Devil"
perfectly described what I'd let the boys do already.  I wasn't supposed
to play with them, I wasn't supposed to let them in the house, I wasn't
supposed to let any boys see my panties, and nobody had ever had to tell
me not to let boys tie me up to my bed and pull up my nightgown!  All of
that made me feel very naughty, and very excited.  I was having fun!

I could tell from Rusty's grin that he liked having a girl, especially
one of his eight-year-old classmates, tied up to her bed, helpless, with
nobody around to save her.  Or at least, he liked that girl to be me,
which she was.  He liked the look of fear in my eyes, all of it real.
Yes, they were half right, too.  I wasn't sure I was going to like their
plans so much.  I didn't know anything they were thinking of doing next,
except for Darren spanking me, and I had no way to stop them no matter
what they did.

Darren fetched what he needed from the place he'd left it, by the stairs
leading down from my attic bedroom to the rest of the house.  He brought
it over to me, and held it in front of my face.  At first it just looked
like a stick of wood, but with little shiny metal circles decorating it.
The wood looked light and soft, about twice as wide as his thumb.  The
metal circles reflected warm yellow light from my west window and the
lacy yellow curtains all around it, and picked up some of the pink, red,
and green from the flowers on the walls of my bedroom.

'I wouldn't mind being spanked with that,' I thought.  'It's so pretty!'

My appreciation for its beauty evaporated, replaced by apprehension and
fear, when he turned it over and I saw the other side, the side he meant
to spank me with.  What I had thought were such pretty decorations were
really the heads of tacks, dozens of them.  All of them poked through
the wood to the other side, creating a frightening forest of tiny sharp
points.  And they all looked ravenously hungry to taste a little girl's
tender bottom.  Rusty's willow switch had looked wicked, but this cruel
instrument Darren held before my eyes made that willow switch look like
my softest bath sponge.

I gasped, and my eyes grew wide.  I made the loudest protest I could
make with a sock in my mouth, "Aaooohhh!  AAAOOoohhh!  AaaooooOOOhhh!!
Aaaoooohh!!"  Desperately, I struggled with my slender arms and legs
against the belt and straps holding me securely to my bed, twisting and
straining and moaning, but to no avail.

Darren and Rusty burst out laughing.  My reaction to the sight of the
tacks obviously delighted them.  They made no move to release me, no
sign of changing their minds about spanking me.  Rusty kept watching my
face, Darren moved back to watch me squirming madly in my panties, and
both of them kept laughing, filled with glee.

"Awwww, what's the matter, Marie?" Rusty teased me, chuckling right into
my face as I struggled.  "Don't want to follow the rules of the game?
Think you're going to get out of it?"  He stood to get a better view of
the action that Darren had been watching.

I quickly grew tired and had to stop struggling.  I lay there panting,
no closer to escaping the spanking than I had been before I tried.  If
the boys liked being mean to girls, all I'd done was get them even more
excited.  They stood over me, still grinning broadly.

"You know, this might damage her panties," Darren pointed out to Rusty.
"All the little tacks stabbing through would leave holes, and those look
like a pretty nice pair of panties.  Probably expensive."  Leaning down
to talk to me, he asked "It would be a shame to ruin them, wouldn't it,
Marie?"

I just lay there, still panting from the exertion of trying to escape,
not knowing what he was getting at.

"What if we pulled them down first?" Rusty proposed, snickering.

"That would work," Darren smiled.  "What do ya say, Marie?  Should we
pull your panties down before I spank you with this?"  He held the stick
out for me to see again, turning the nasty sharp little tacks toward me.

"Aoohhh! AAAAOOooohhh!!" I protested wildly, without even considering
the question about my panties, only the part about spanking me with that
horrible stick.  But he was right, the tacks would ruin my silk panties,
my second-favorite pair, given to me for my birthday last December by my
nice uncle, my Unky Luke, right before he moved away.  Although I didn't
want my nice white silk panties ruined, just the thought of those tacks
hitting my bare bottom terrified me, even without the embarassment of
the two boys seeing my bare bottom in the first place.  Which, when I
thought of it, might be fun.  Still, I kept pleading desperately with
them, "Aaaohhh!  Uonnh aaaann iiieeee!  Aaaoohh!"

"What was that, Marie?  I couldn't understand you," Darren teased.

"It sounded to me like she wants her panties down!" Rusty joked.

"Aaaaooohhhh," I moaned.

"I still can't figure out what you're saying.  Here," he said, reaching
out and untying the sock that had been wrapped around my head, keeping
me from speaking.  "Now tell me, would you rather I spank you with this
on your panties and ruin them, or do you want us to pull your panties
down before I spank you with it?"

"Don't spank me with that, please, please don't spank me with that!" I
begged, meaning every syllable of it.

"I'm going to spank you with this, and this is what I'm going to spank
you with!" he insisted.  "Your only choice is whether your panties will
be ruined or not.  Make up your mind fast, or I'll spank you both ways,"
he threatened.

I realized I didn't have much of a choice.  If my panties got ruined, my
parents would find out everything.  Besides, they were so thin anyway,
they wouldn't make much difference in how much it hurt.  "Panties down,"
I murmured.

"What's that?" Darren asked, though I knew he'd heard me just fine.

"My panties down," I answered, trembling.

"And then?" he pressed.

"Then spank me," I reluctantly added.  Yes, he certainly did like being
mean to girls, I decided.

"With?" he prodded.

"No, please, please," I begged again.

"Both ways, then!" he threatened, and moved back toward my bottom.

"With the stick!" I quickly shouted.  I was almost crying already.

Rusty laughed even harder, highly amused that I had asked for it, but he
had an even better treat coming.

"Say the whole thing," Darren demanded.  "And ask for it verrrry nicely,
or you'll get it both ways," he said, emphasizing how nice I had to be
about it.

I took a breath, bit my lip, and finally stammered out "Please, pull my
panties down, and then s-spank me w-with-with the st-stick."  I trembled
from fear, and added, "Oh pleease, pleeeeeease don't!"

It took Rusty less than a second to get my panties down as far as they'd
go.  That wasn't very far, though, since my legs were tied out to the
sides of my bunkbed, by the straps on my ankles.  When he let go of my
panties, they sprang back to covering half of my bottom anyway.  I felt
him pulling them down again, and I knew both boys were leaning over me,
enjoying their first sight of my bare naked bottom.  They made little
murmuring sounds and said things I didn't hear very well.  I would have
found it quite exciting to have boys looking at my bare bottom, if I
wasn't so afraid of what I knew was going to happen next.

But they couldn't do anything about the fact that my panties would not
stay out of the way for the spanking.  Darren came back to talk to me.

"Tell you what, Marie, we'll tie you up again, a different way, and give
you another chance to get loose.  If you do, I won't spank you with this
now," Darren suggested, waving the stick at me again.

"But you have to let us tie you up any way we want," Rusty qualified it.

"Okay, okay," I answered.  I was willing to promise anything.  Anything,
anything at all, was better than getting spanked on my bare bottom with
all those sharp little tacks in that stick!!

The boys worked on untying my coverall straps from the side rails of my
bed, but they left the other ends tied around my ankles.  When my legs
were free, they slid me up toward the head of the bed.  They quickly
pulled my nightgown down in back, and sliding made it come down in the
front, so I could still pretend that I hadn't known they'd pulled it up.
But then, instead of untying my wrists, which were still tightly bound
by the thin leather belt Darren had taken from my red velvet skirt what
seemed like ages ago, he just told me to turn over.

I obeyed him immediately.  I lay there on my back for the first time,
still nervous about their plans, but at least I didn't have to worry
about being spanked on my bottom, bare or not.  As long as I was face
up on my bed, there was nothing else the boys could possibly do to me,
as far as I knew.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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  Georgie Porgie
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