Shrouded forms that start and sigh

Eye of toad, and wing of bat – it’s Halloween and Penny’s a brat! Thought I’d make a bit of an effort and spook this place up this year. Hope it isn’t too scary for you :D

Come on in and help yourself to a glass of witch’s blood (fruit punch); don’t mind the cobwebs everywhere. I’ve been meaning to tidy up for ages.

Little Penny’s out trick-or-treating, dressed as the cutest pumpkin you ever saw, so it’s probably safe to turn the lights down and spin a tale of terror...

*****

‘Twas a night as dark as the grave... a night so dark that even the bats that fluttered about had trouble seeing where they were going...

And over the misty moors came a pair of eerie, shuffling shapes, the smaller of which made a terrible sound; a forlorn wail, like a tortured spirit...

“Are you sure this is a short cut? My feet are killing me!”

“Oh shush, Penny! You’ve done nothing but moan the whole time we’ve been out!”

Penny pouted. Her feet did hurt! She was all set to moan once more when she saw a faintly glowing amber light in the distance. A house!

“BH, look!” she said, excitedly. “We can ask there for a drink and a sit down!”

Upon reaching the house, a little cottage set in a clearing, the weary pair were surprised when BH’s knock on the door went unanswered, for the house glowed brightly at every window and smoke puffed cheerfully from the chimney.

“Maybe they went out?” Penny offered with an unconvincing smile.

Both Penny and BH jumped as, the next moment, the heavy wooden door swung open with a long, loud creaking sound. Still with no-one apparently at home, BH cautiously stepped inside.

“Come in, it’s okay!” he called a few moments later. He showed Penny a note that he had found.

Help yourself to refreshments, travellers, and rest yourselves.

“Great!” Penny smiled. “I could do with just exactly those things! I wonder if they’ve got any cookies?”

With that, she trotted off in search of the kitchen and returned shortly afterwards, a gleeful smile on her face and a cookie jar in her arms. “Cookieee!” she giggled.

“Hang on,” BH said, putting a hand to Penny’s arm in caution. “There’s more.”

Don’t take more than your share or you shall get what you deserve.

“Yeah, right!” Penny smirked, plunging her hand into the jar. “That’s a good one!”

“Well, as silly as it sounds,” replied BH, “we’d better take it easy. We don’t want to upset anyone.”

Penny, cheeks bulging with cookies, gave an indifferent shrug and plopped herself down into a comfortable armchair.

“Mmm...” she smiled contentedly a good half-hour later, wiggling her toes in front of the fire, the white of her knee-length socks glowing orange in its light. “Those cookies were lovely. And so was that cheesecake! We should have found this place sooner!”

BH, decidedly less at ease than his near-horizontal girlfriend, knitted his fingers. “Okay, Penny, we’ve had a nice rest... perhaps we should get going soon.”

“Hey, not yet! I saw some chocolate cakes in the kitchen! I’m gonna make some more tea and see how many I can eat!”

“No, really, Pen...” BH cautioned, but his words were met with a sassily pushed-out rear and a stuck-out tongue as Penny hopped to her feet. “Penny want choklit!” she grinned.

But the greedy girl had only made it halfway across the lounge when a ghostly whisper came through the room like an icy breeze. “You shall get what you deserve...”

“Oh!” Penny squeaked as her dress suddenly flew up around her, revealing her bare legs, her tummy, and her bright red Cookie Monster panties. “Help!”

Penny’s ever-protective partner leapt to his feet to assist but was held from her by a mysterious power: he could only watch in dismay as Penny was lifted into the air as if by magic, legs kicking, her face a picture of anguish. “No! Help! Put me down!” she cried, but suspended in mid-air she stayed. And, try as she might, her pretty blue tea dress would not be pushed back down, and her most intimate attire remained steadfastly, and mortifyingly, on show.

BH, almost – but not quite – as horror-struck as Penny herself, gasped as he caught sight of a wooden spoon floating in from the kitchen... and right up behind his unsuspecting girlfriend. He winced, unable to speak, as Penny was bent forward as if over an invisible knee. And then, to his horror, the enchanted wooden implement drew itself back... and arced itself painfully down upon Penny’s soft bottom, right on the sit spot of her right buttock. WHACK!

“Oww!” Penny cried, her mouth and eyes thrown wide open with the surprising – and painful – sensation. She howled again as she was treated to a second fearsome swat, then a third, then a fourth.

“P-please! Let me down!” she cried, kicking her feet in futile protest as swat after hard swat scorched her squirming rear, the spoon roaming at will over the inviting target her backside presented and leaving stinging, pink marks wherever it struck. “I’m –OWW!– I’m s-sorry!”

But her pleas went unanswered and her naughty bottom was walloped until it glowed just as red as her childish panties. What a spectacle she made, wailing and bucking as she was beaten, her dress shamefully raised in the time-honoured tradition: she looked and sounded every inch a naughty girl getting just what she deserved. By the time she was let down and she ran into the arms of her boyfriend her sorrowful little face was soaked with tears.

“IdidntwannaspankinanImsorryIstolethecookiesanIwonteverbenaughtyagain!” she sobbed.

It wasn’t another minute until Penny and BH had dashed from the house and started back towards home, thankful to be out of the reach of witchcraft.

“I’m glad we’re out of that crazy place!” BH said, once they had got beyond sight of the house.

“Me too!” sniffled Penny, rubbing her well-spanked bottom with a rueful pout. “That was dreadful! That horrid spoon really stung!”

“Don’t you worry, princess,” BH said. “We won’t ever visit there again.”

Penny smiled and hugged her boyfriend’s arm, glad to feel so protected.

A little further down the road, she spoke again.

“Well...” she whimpered in a small voice, “maybe... maybe we could pop by again sometime...”

*****

Spine-tingling story, huh? Hope you liked it!

And just for a little more Halloween fun, here’s a spooky maze. Penny has wandered off and got lost and now she’s being frightened by bats and cats and all manner of things that go bump in the night. Can you help her find her way home?

Happy Halloween!