Cowboys and Indians

A tale of war and discovery by krisnjamie.

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"So what do we do now?" whined Amy to nobody in particular

There was a shuffling of feet in the otherwise silent tool shed that had become home to the "gang".

The "gang" consisted of five girls aged between 10 and 12 from the immediate area. It had been formed, hastily and without rules or discussion of rules, to counter the boys' equivalent which had been going for a while. The boys, some of whom had sisters within the girls gang, had formed into a loose play alliance a year or so back. New kids had joined and an unruly behaviour had set in. This had culminated only last weekend when they swarmed a small tea party on the front lawn of one of the houses. 

The girls, who had been sitting chatting and pretending to be much older than they really were, were the founder members of "Sisters Revenge" as they styled themselves.

It had been easy really. The boys didn't know that they had opposition after all. 

Picking on James, who at 10 was one of the younger members of the boys band, the girls had ambushed him and dragged him into their tool shed home. James now lay on the floor, hands tied behind him and a cotton shopping bag over his head. He was wriggling furiously and promising dire consequences in muffled tones.

"Well?" asked Amy again.

"Well" said a voice that James recognised as his sister Helen "If mum or dad had seen what he and his friends did last week he would gotten a spanking. I reckon we should spank him."

The girls made out the "you wouldn't dare" of the noises from within the bag and their decision was made.

One by one they filed past him, crouched and delivered a hard spank to his denim clad buttocks. His protests quietened after the first couple of blows and by the time each of the girls had gone around twice the noise was closer to a sob or two.

Punishment over, he was helped up and led outside. Using the back path behind the row of neat houses and concealed by hedging or fencing at the rear of the plots, the girls led him still bound and head covered, towards the "den" that the boys inhabited at the other end of the street and within a small copse of trees.

The den was a corrugated iron structure left over from the years when the houses were built. It still had walls, windows (cracked and broken) and a door and now boasted a "private keep out" painted banner across the front.

Just in sight of the den the girls untied James and grabbing the cotton bag they ran, giggling and squealing back the way that they had come.

That might have been the end of it. James certainly had no wish to admit to being captured and spanked - not by girls - but the event was seen by another of the boys who was just arriving at the den and who hurried up to James as soon as the girls left.

Martin couldn't help but notice the dampness around the eyes and the redness of the other boys' cheeks. Pretty soon he had announced that James had been beaten up by a group of girls and James was forced to detail what had actually happened.

"'K" said Chris their unappointed, unconfirmed, leader who had just two days before reached the heady age of 13. "We have to get them back. We have to show them who's boss round here......right?"

The general clamour was in agreement. It got a bit silly and heated though and even Chris had to quell suggestions of setting light to the tool shed!

Finally it was agreed that they would simply capture and spank one of the girls responsible and honour would be saved.

Problem was James hadn't actually seen anybody. He was fairly sure that he recognised Amy when she spoke and he was certain that his sister had been present.

Much discussion later and it was agreed that the boys would split into two groups and stake out both houses. Whichever they got first would be the victim. 

The following morning the boys met early, teams were chosen and they set off. In fact the two houses were only 150 yards apart and the boys clustered between them knock a ball about and attempting to look innocent. 

In fact, just by being the more prompt of the two, it was Helen who emerged first.

She hardly gave the boys a second glance as she walked past the group towards the end of the street and she certainly didn't notice when their game broke up and the pack followed her as one. She only noticed when she ran out of road. As soon as she got out of sight of her own house and close to the border of the wasteland behind the running footsteps alerted her.

She turned to face them but was too late to fend them off and was swamped.

The boys made no attempt to cover her head or tie her hands. She was simply grabbed and frog marched down the narrow lane towards the waste ground. Once there she was half shoved and half carried over the low fence and then marched quickly past the girls tool shed and away up the path towards "private keep out".

As luck would have it she was the first of the girls out that morning. There were no witnesses to her plight and the excited chattering of successful hunters drowned out any protests that she might have made. Instead the 12 year old fumed.

Once in the shack she found herself backed against the rear wall whilst her abductors lined up to face her.

"Right" said Chris "You know why ya here don't ya?"

Helen scowled at him.

"Well" the boy went on "you took one of us prisoner and you huh, you tortured him" he stated to the approval of the other boys.

"Don't be stupid" spat Helen "we gave him a spanking is all."

"So you admit it then - you're guilty."

"Oh please" she replied with exaggerated exasperation.

"Grab her boys"

There was a flurry of activity. Hands were grabbed, string was produced and her wrists were bound. The bonds were looped over a convenient hook in one of the support posts and more string was produced to tie her ankles. One of the boys stood on the string between her ankles, effectively pinning her in place and forcing her forwards to lean against the support in front of her.

"Let the punishment begin" said Chris "I think that James should go first as he was the one who got tortured huh?"

Nods of agreement went around the group.

"Right then" Chris went on "two smacks each"

"That's not fair" wailed Helen "There are more of you."

"The prisoner must stay silent" said Chris

"Sod off" replied Helen

Chris walked up to her whispered something in her ear and then moved to undo her jeans. A hush descended. He shoved the material down to expose the girls plain cotton panties and a buzz of interest and excitement swept the group.

"If she speaks again we smack her bare arse." He stated.
He motioned James forward. James hesitated at the sight of his elder sisters panty covered backside, but only for a second before he drew back as far as he could and let fly his hand.

It slapped into the girls cotton covered buttocks and he moved off. Martin was next and he followed suit. By the time Chris brought up the rear for the first time Helen was already showing signs of wear. He was no kinder than the others and brought forth a wail from the girl. By then end of the second turn floods of tears were running down her pretty face.

They untied her. Watched as she pulled her jeans back into place and then opened the door for her.

Chris stopped her as she passed by. "Tell your mates not to mess with us - or else."

It took a while for the girl to compose herself and be able to finish the story of her capture. By then, despite her assuring everybody that Chris would do the same to them, everybody except Helen was ready for a fight. Many harsh words were aired, many threats made and then, when the atmosphere had calmed a little, Alison spoke sense.

"We should ignore them for a bit" she said

She held up a hand to stem the tide of protest and then went on.

"They'll be on their guard for a bit. We should ignore them, maybe even disband the group officially and then, just when they're not expecting it we get them back."

The idea took hold and grew in each of their minds and they moved on to deciding the exact punishment.

It was several weeks of waiting and watching later that they finalised their plan and, indeed, carried it out.

It seemed that each week a different one of the boys took responsibility for the shack. It didn't mean much but one boy always held back at the end of the meeting to tidy and or repair. They chose a week when Martin was on duty.

Martin was one of the older boys at 12 but he was also one o the smaller boys. His father towered over them all at 6'4" and Martin was sure to follow suit one day, but for now he was pintsized. 

With some trepidation the girls waited for the Saturday morning session to finish. As the boys started to leave the hut the 5 girls crouched near bye. As expected, Martin stayed inside and after the others had moved off they could hear him banging about inside. Seconds later they pounced.

Chris and Mike were the first back after lunch. Their chatter stopped mid sentence as they opened the door to the shack. Martin had his hands tied to a roof rafter facing away from the door, but that wasn't what silenced them so effectively. Martin was naked from the waist down. His shoes, sock, jeans and underpants had been tossed into a corner. His buttocks were red and had been written on.

Things like "silly boy" "naughty boy" and "slave boy" were there but what stood out to Chris and Mike most was "Tiny Dick" in large bold letters.

The situation had been resolved to some extent before the rest of the boys gathered. That said Martin was still required to undertake the ultimate humiliation and recant his sorry tale. Worse still, it was Chris and Mike who had to confirm the kind of stuff written on the boys buttocks.

The roar of dismay and disapproval was strong but suggestions that they catch and strip a girl were not met with universal acclaim. Sure that was what was called for but what if the girl told. The arguments went back and forth and eventually the need for revenge overcame their fear. The only question now was who and when.

The who was the easy part. Only two of the girls didn't have brothers in the boys' gang. The boys agreed that it would be "kinda gross" to strip their own sisters and that left either Mary or Sarah. As for when, well as soon as possible of course.

In fact the girls stayed very together for a long time to come and the boys were thwarted in any attempt to cut one of out of the herd. When the opportunity finally came at the start of the summer holidays they grabbed it with both hands. This despite the fact that they couldn't get a single girl - they grabbed Mary and Sarah together.

Mary was 12. Lithe and fit with long dark hair and brown eyes. She had a tendency to shorts whenever the weather was good enough and today was one of those days. Apart from the cream coloured shorts, she wore simple thong sandals and a plain white tee shirt.

Sarah at 11 was just a little shorter than Mary but also just a little further down the development line. That meant that you could see the straps of her training bra under her tee shirt and that she always wore full length trousers of a mid length skirt. Today it was trousers. Sarah kept her blond hair in a pony tail and, unlike many of the other girls, used a dab of eyeshadow to highlight her deep blue eyes.

The ambush occurred early in the morning. Marty and Sarah just happened to be the first at the shed that day and, unfortunately for them, the fact that they were both on the short list meant that their policy of going around in 2sor 3s didn't help.

Grabbing the girls by the arms they led them away towards the shack. Once there they turned down a side path and headed into the copse itself. After all, if the girls noticed the pair missing they would check the shack first. 

This also crossed the minds of the captives and they shared worried glances.

Once at the appointed spot Chris took command again.

"Well you know why you're here girls." He waited for them to nod or indicate their guilt in some way but they didn't oblige.

"Anybody wanna tell me who it was that came up with the idea for the prank with Martin then?"

The girls remained silent.

"OK" he said slowly "So who wants to strip first?"

"You wouldn't dare" hissed Mary

"Well" he said "You could just tell us what we want to know."

She scowled at him.

"Looks like Mary is first guys"

and the floodgates opened.

Sarah was backed away to watch the scene unfold. A boy holding either arm and a third gripping tightly on her hair ensured that she wouldn't be going to her friends aid and she watched in fascination as Mary was pinned to the ground. The boys worked methodically, passing control of limbs to each other as necessary and a tee shirt was the first to be removed. 

The sandals disappeared in a trice and shorts and panties quickly followed.

By the time Mary gained her feet she was completely naked with her hands bound behind her back. The boys moved her back against and then tied her to a small tree.

Chris turned to Sarah smiling.

"Would you like to strip or tell me who planned the attack?" he asked

Sarah didn't hesitate. 

"It was Amy" she gushed.

Chris shook his head

"Pity. I would have liked you to refuse to talk so that we could strip you."

Sarah stuck out her tongue.

"nevermind" Chris went on "I suggest that she is guilty of being a tell tale and we should strip her anyways"

The roar went up and Sarah disappeared under a pile of young male bodies.

This time Mary watched.

Once both girls were secured to trees they were blindfolded. The hush that descended over the copse was horrifying and each of the girls strained to hear what might be happening to the other. Soon the rustling started and, one by one, each boy approached each girl. The smell of felt tip pens rose in the air as pictures and diagrams and wordage was embossed onto breasts and abdomen. A few of the boys forced hands between tensely clamped thighs or mauled at a breast before moving on. All 8 of those present carried out some atrocity or another.

And then there was silence.

The silence carried on for an age, or what seemed like an age.

"Sarah. You still there?" whispered Mary

"uhh huh"

"Have they gone?"

"Think so"

"What now?"

"Dunno. Guess we hope that one of the girls finds us"

Mary hadn't even considered being found by anybody else and the thought crushed her.

A short way away, just in sight of the girls' tool shed, the boys gathered. 

Inside the shed the girls were just starting to get concerned about Sarah and Mary and the thud of the rock hitting the wall elicited several embarrassing squeals. 

It was Amy who poked her head outside, saw the rock with its note wrapped tightly around it, scanned the area for those pesky boys and then bent to retrieve it.

The contents caused fevered discussion inside.

"Ok Ok" shouted Amy to get attention "It's simple. We either trust the boys or we don't. If we do then me and Helen have to stay in here whilst you Caroline....you have to go alone to their shack. They promise that you won't be hurt or captured and that they will give you a map to show you where to find the others."
"And what if it's a trap?" asked Caroline

"I don't think it is" said Amy "but if you won't do it then we have to go tell somebody's mum or dad.......and then we're all in trouble."

Caroline could feel Helen and Amy staring at her. She would have much preferred not to be singled out like this but there really wasn't much choice. After only a few more moments of silence she agreed.

Moments later and she slowly walked up the path, pasted the hiding pace where most of the boys were, and on towards their shack.

Arriving in sight of the shack she hesitated and then walked forward some more. Three boys came out to meet her and she realised that she was shaking.

One of the boys shoved a piece of paper in her hand.

"They're down that track - off you go."

Caroline hardly dared look back in case the boys were following. The boys weren't, they had moved off as quickly as possible to the tool shed to join their mates.

At the tool shed the dust was settling. Amy and Helen hadn't been able to keep he door barred for long and now the space between them and that very door was filled with boys.

"A little bird told me" said Chris as he looked at Amy "that the stunt with Martin was your idea. And" he went on staring at Helen "that it was you who first decided that your own brother needed a spanking."

In customary fashion the girls said nothing.

"Well you're gonna get yours now" he said motioning the boys forward.

Helen was simply pinned down whilst the main group attacked Amy. That is until the reinforcements from the shack arrived and then she too realised how easy it was for many hands to make light work of summer clothes.

As the boys stood back to admire their handiwork she noticed James, her little brother, studying her nakedness and moved to cover up. That was enough for more activity and the girls were soon tied and lay facing each other on the floor. The felt tip ink smell swept into the room and their young bodies were decorated. This time, in their prone positions, it wasn't so easy to apply pressure to their thighs and more than one paid of hands broke through the defences to examine their wares.

The boys had long gone when Caroline returned with Mary and Sarah. As the girls read the disgusting messages on their respective bodies they agreed the war was over. That didn't mean that they wouldn't find themselves naked in the woods with a group of boys again......but then that's another tale.



