Bob Hawkins - Daughter gets the goat

Dawn was reading to herself, resting her back against the trunk of a tree. She'd pulled her skirt up high on her thighs to let the sunlight warm her legs. It took her a moment to realize something was casting a shadow on her. When she looked up, a boy was standing there.

"Hi," she said casually, smiling at the young boy.

He was a kid, dressed in a brand-new cowboy outfit. He was packing a pair of silver-handled pistols, and carrying a long rope. His cowboy hat rested at a cocked angle on his head.

He looked at the girl suspiciously.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice stronger and much more masculine than Dawn would have expected.

"My name's Dawn. I live over there, beyond that other grove of trees. Who are you?"

"Jim," the boy answered with a nod. "We just moved in. Back there." He pointed with his coiled rope toward the house at the bottom of the hill, barely visible through the dense woods.

"Well, Jim, that's quite an outfit you've got there," Dawn said, just to make conversation. She really wasn't up on the latest in talk with little boys.

"You seen my dog?"

"Your dog?"

"Yeah. Tonto. He's my dog. He came in here."

Dawn shrugged as she looked around.

"Sorry," she said. "I haven't seen a dog. What's he look like?"

"He's big. He's black. And he's got a kind of white band around his head."

"Oh, like an Indian headband?"

"Yeah. That's why he's called Tonto," Jim said. He squatted down beside Dawn and peered at the book she was holding.

"You like that mushy stuff?"

"Yes. But it's not mushy, it's romantic."

The boy snorted and made a face. Then, casually, he reached out and took Dawn's left hand. He looped the circle of the rope around her wrist and drew it tight.

"What are you doing, little boy?" Dawn asked, cocking her head and watching him secure that knot so it wouldn't slip, amazed at his boldness.

"Tying you up," he said.

"Oh," Dawn said, nodding her head slightly. "Uh, suppose I don't want to be tied up, sonny?"

"Don't you want to play with me, lady?" Jim asked, looking at Dawn as though she'd slapped him for something he hadn't done. Dawn almost laughed at the look of distress on the young boy's handsome face.

"Well, for a few minutes, OK?" she agreed.

Jim didn't say anything back. He stood up and walked around behind the tree, pulling on the rope so that the girl had to twist her arm down behind her back and around the tree trunk. He came around to Dawn's other side, then squatted down again.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?"

Jim gave the girl a disgusted look, grabbed her right wrist.

"Wait a minute. This is a library book." She shook her wrist free of the boy's grip and set the book down beside her on the grass. "Only for a few minutes, OK?" she said. The young boy simply held out his palm, and Dawn sighed as she laid her wrist in it.

Jim took it with a grunt. He tugged on the rope, tightening it behind the tree. Then he pulled Dawn's free hand back behind the tree and began wrapping the loose end of the rope around her slender wrist. The trunk of the tree was fairly thick. As the boy tied her wrist, Dawn felt her shoulders drawn back firmly against the trunk. This little boy sure knows how to tie a girl to a tree, she thought, trying to ease the strain that was already growing in her shoulders.

"Not so tight, huh?"

"It has to be tight. You can get loose if it ain't tight."

Dawn tossed her head slightly. A soft mass of her loose blonde hair slipped down over her face. She pursed her lips and blew hard, trying to flip the hair off her cheeks and nose, but it didn't work.

"Would you brush the hair out of my face, Jim?"

"No."

Bastard, Dawn thought. She felt him give a test pull on the knotted cord around her wrists.

"It's tight, it's tight," she complained. "You don't have to hurt me."

Jim muttered something to himself that Dawn couldn't quite hear. Then he crawled around in front of her.

"Now that you've got me all tied up, what do we do next?" Dawn asked, shifting her shoulders against the rough bark of the tree. She could feel a couple of high ridges of bark digging into her back.

"You ain't all tied up, lady," Jim told her.

Dawn grunted. "No? I feel all tied up. What else is there?"

"Lots of things," Jim said. He reached behind him and hauled a big red scarf out of his hip pocket.

"Now, wait a minute, Jimmy." Dawn twisted her wrists in the tight cord, testing how quickly she could get free if she had to. She was surprised at how expertly she'd been bound. She might not be able to free herself at all. She stopped struggling. She looked at the red scarf. "Just what do you think you're going to do with that?"

"Gag you."

"Oh, no, you're not. I think this had gone far enough, little boy. Now, you untie me."

"I'm not a little boy," Jim told the girl sternly, sticking his face out toward her and glaring at her. Dawn was shocked at the age and anger she saw in those dark glittering eyes.

"I know you're not, Jim. I'm sorry. But my hands are beginning to hurt, so could you untie me now?"

"No."

"Please? We can play this game some other time, honey. I'll let you tie me up like this again. I promise."

"No."

"Well, it's going to be getting dark pretty soon, you know. Untie me, and I'll help you find your doggie. What's his name?"

"No."

"Jim, I want you to let me go, now. Right now. You hear me?"

"No. And it's not getting dark, either. It's not nice to lie."

Dawn sighed heavily. How do you reason with a child's mind? She had no idea. What could she do? She fought the cords around her wrists again, but gave up quickly. It was useless. He had really tied her tight. She wasn't going to get away until he decided to free her. But maybe if she went along with the kid, he'd get bored. She would let him get his little jollies tying her up, then he'd get bored and let her go.

"OK," she said. "You win. You're in charge, Jim. What are you going to do to me?"

Jim stared at her without saying a word. Dawn watched his dark eyes rove over her face. He started to reach out to brush the hair from her face, but he stopped.

"No," she said. "Go ahead. Please. Brush it behind my ear." Dawn turned her head to make it easy for the boy to do it, but he didn't move.

Dawn looked at him.

He was staring at her chest. With her shoulders pulled back against the trunk of the tree, Dawn's tits were forced up high and pushed outward, making them look even larger than they were. She had beautiful tits for a girl her age, large and round and firm, riding high on her chest, needing no support. Now, bound as she was, her tits looked gigantic. The young tits strained against the material of her blouse, pulled it taut across her chest.

"Don't be naughty," she said, growing embarrassed as the little boy continued to stare at her tits. She squirmed uncomfortably. Her back felt like it was being gouged by the rough ridges of bark, and her shoulders hurt like hell from the strain of being pulled so far back. "Uh, could we get this over with, please?" She saw the little boy's dark eyes widen as he dropped his gaze lower. Frowning, she glanced down at herself, and with a loud groan she shifted again, quickly, and slapped her thighs together. In her struggle to get comfortable, her skirt had ridden up very high on her thighs, exposing the white cotton crotch of her tight panties.

Jim licked his lips, his eyes burning.

"Now you're getting nasty," the blushing girl scolded.

Jim eyed the young girl strangely, and Dawn felt a twinge of apprehension sweep up from her guts and clutch her heart. Much too late, she realized just how far out of hand things had really gotten.