By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2025 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
Tricked and Not Treated I
(A high school junior learns how pride goes before the fall in this teenaged tale of trickery, fun and games).
Robert was full of himself. He was completing his junior year of high
school in a couple of days and thought of all the great stuff he
planned for summer. Six months shy of his 18th birthday, he looked forward to finally getting off puericil and becoming a man.
He was tired of being small of stature and having non-existent muscle
mass. He knew he’d go through a significant growth spurt after getting
off puericil, which he had been forced to take by court order following
a fifth-grade incident involving an incontinent third grader whom
Robert (aka Bobby) had humiliated in front of the school. The girl’s
father was the school’s principal.
Opps.
Bobby took the punishment in stride but that was because he knew nothing of puericil’s effects nor its side effects.
He’d become a model student afterward, even getting A’s and B’s on his
report card. After all, he still felt the sting of the wooden paddle
the principal used on him. Thank goodness only the principal and his
daughter were allowed to attend the session and he never spoke of it
again.
Bobby was on his way to visit his best friend, James.
They hung out all day Saturday and Sunday. James took pictures for the
school newspaper and yearbook. That was great for Bobby, who loved
going out into nature while James found things to capture on his ‘pic
disc’.
Trips to the local park, a nearby lake, even the ocean
were among the destinations. James had to do all the driving since
Bobby was not allowed to drive, even with a license.
This
day turned out differently for Bobbie though. It all started when he
saw James’ two younger sisters Lisa (12) and Nancy (14) playing with
some other girls in the neighborhood. Nancy was loosely tied to a tree,
ropes around her waist. She was guarded by another girl from the
neighborhood. Lisa and a couple of other girls were in pursuit of
buried treasures.
Bobby learned later that the two teams, each
made up of three girls, one team buried the treasure and the other team
had an hour to find it. Capturing members of the other team members
could produce vital clues or reduce the chances of finding the treasure.
Nancy, a freshman in high school, had a sock in her mouth. Her shoes
had been removed and she pretended to struggle while a younger girl
menacingly shook a stick at her. Bobby watched Nancy, dressed in a
white tank top and denim shorts,
He always liked Nancy, even
if he did have to pretend not to know her at school. But seeing her
‘struggle’ against the ropes, her developing bust shaking from side to
side, excited Bobbie a little bit.
Bobby crossed the street and approached Nancy. He was intercepted by the guard, 12-year-old Missy.
“Stop intruder,” she said, pointing the stick at him.
“Permission to speak with the prisoner,” Bobby asked. “I promise not to release her. She’s your prisoner.”
“OK, but anything suspicious and I’ll run this sword through you,” Missy said.
“Understood,” said Bobby, who saluted the young girl.
Bobby had to pull the sock out of Nancy’s mouth.
“What’s going on?” asked Bobby.
“This is Lisa’s version of fun,” Nancy said. “This is the first time
we’ve played this and I got ‘caught’ right away so I don’t get her mad
at me.”
“Why would she get mad?”
“We’re on different teams and if I won, she would sulk the rest of the day. She’s a bad loser. She’s a bad winner too.”
“Why are you playing?”
“Because James is sick and we didn’t want to be around him.”
“How sick? Can I visit him?”
“It would be much better to text him. You know how he gets all whiny
about things. You’d be serving him food and drinks all day. That’s what
mothers are for.”
“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to
our trip to the lake. You’re right though. I’ll text him. But now I
have nothing to do.”
“You can take my place,” Nancy said. “I could be the guard and we could just talk.”
“I don’t want to be tied up.”
Nancy took her arms out of the loops of rope around her and started clapping.
“You baby, you’d hardly be tied. You could get free so easily. I mean,
what else are you going to do? Or you just don’t want to talk to me.”
“It’s not that … “
“You ignore me every day at school and I keep telling my friends how great you are. Come on, it’s the least you can do.”
Nancy waved the guard over and whispered in her ear. Missy smiled, nodded her head and ran off.
“She’s just getting Lisa for a minute,” Nancy said. “She’s the team leader and has to OK everything.”
“You guys always tie up each other?”
“Well, to tell the truth, it’s usually me getting tied up by Lisa.
She’s really good at it. There was one time you and James were at the
house and Lisa got me tied up naked on my bed. She left the door to my
room open a little bit and I was so scared you guys would see me. But
you never did, thankfully.”
“Shit. That would have been nice too,” Bobby said.
“Nice for whom?”
“Well, me and James I guess.”
“What of it were the other way around?”
“It would never happen. I could get free in a minute.”
Nancy shook her head. “You don’t know Lisa. I bet you couldn’t get free in an hour let alone a minute.”
“How much?”
“How much what?”
“Ten bucks says I get free in five minutes, tops.”
“What about you just stayed tied up as long as we want and play with you?”
That’s when Bobby’s mind stopped working and his ego took over.
“I’ll tell you what. If I get free in five minutes of less, you get tied up for an hour and I play with you.”
“And the same for you then?”
“Plus, I’ll give you 10 bucks and you can do whatever you want to me.”
“OK. It’s a bet. But I have to talk to Lisa first, privately, to make sure it’s cool with her.”
“Be my guest.”
Nancy smiled wickedly as she saw Missy and Lisa race around the corner and run toward them.
End of Part 1