Spooky, Scary Spankies

 Spooky, Scary Spankies

By Yu May and Anonymous

[Note: this story is based on an RP with Anonymous. They gave permission for me to share the story, but upon request, they and their character have been anonymized.]

Tricky Toad, Treaty Toad, and Trippy Toad banged on their flashlights as they approached the haunted mansion. “I told you we should have gone with truth rather than dare!” said Trippy as he fumbled with his batteries.

“Oh really? Then just tell us who you have a crush on, and you can head back. Mwa ha ha!” said Tricky, shining her flashlight under her chin to make herself look extra spooky.

Trippy frowned. “Well, who do you have a crush on?”

Tricky froze, with her flashlight still illuminating her face, which was now more frightened than frightening. “No one! I just wanted to do the dare, all right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think you can go back to picking truth again after you already picked dare,” said Treaty, as she experimentally clicked on her flashlight, and illuminated the path past the rusty iron gates.

Trippy dropped his batteries, and crawled on the ground to find them in the dark. “Isn’t this far enough to count for the dare? We’re technically on their property.”

Tricky snatched up Trippy’s last battery and juggled it with one hand, keeping it out of his reach. “Nuh-ah! The dare was to sneak into the haunted mansion, ask if there are any evil ghosts at home, slap your booty, tell them they can’t catch you, and run away.”

Then a new voice joined the conversation, seemingly coming from nowhere.“Well, we only have one evil ghost, but there are plenty of non-evil ghosts who will be quite happy to spank a few trespassers, if that’s what you need for your dare.”

Tricky, Treaty, and Trippy all gasped, and turned around, shining their flashlights on the face of an annoyed looking Boo, wearing two red ribbons tied in bows. “Boo!” roared the Boo, as she stuck out her monstrous tongue.

Tricky, Treaty, and Trippy all screamed, dropping two of their three flashlights as they darted back the way they came, down the forest path.

Lady Bow, the literal prima donna of Boo’s Mansion, relaxed her terrifying face. When she wasn’t frightening children, Lady Bow was positively adorable, even though she was slightly annoyed at the moment. “Grah! When is that shyster ghost hunter going to get here? All these kids poking around looking for this ghost are driving me mad! Bootler!”

A mustached Boo butler appeared from thin air, holding a hand towel around his arm. “Yes mistress?”

“When the ghost hunter arrives, see to it that no one interrupts her. I want her to be given plenty of space to explore the mansion, and do her job.”

“It shall be done, Lady Bow…and am I to assume that, if our guest is not doing a good job, you wish to have the honor of scaring the pants off her yourself?”

Lady Bow whipped out a dainty fan. “You know me too well, Bootler! Gweeaah, ha hah!”

Then, with a spin, Lady Bow and Bootler vanished from sight.

…

Rita Bandita examined her own business card, admiring the professional design work and print quality. “Ghouls Grabbed! Boos Busted! Spectres Spanked! Poltergeists Poltergusted! Call Rita Bandita: Paranormal-Proofing Professional Services. ‘We Will Never Ghost You!’™ Ah, man, I knew paying extra to get the coolest business cards in the Mushroom Kingdom would pay off! Now I’ve finally got a customer!” 

Rita Bandita resembled a Shy Guy in her dress, though she was rather taller than the average average, stocky shy guy…and much more voluptuous. With every bouncy step she took, her wide hips swayed in that beautiful way that can’t be imitated. Rita was the kind of not-so-shy Shy Gal who was completely oblivious to her best assets, and all the cuter for it.

Underneath her Shy Guy mask, she wore another mask that allowed her a full range of cartoony expression. And before you ask, no one knows what Shy Guys look like under their second mask, so don’t worry about it.

Rita checked the GPS on her Mailbox SP. “Hmm, let’s see, the map says the client’s address should be right about…” Rita smacked face first against the front door of Boo’s Mansion and fell on her rear end, her loose business cards spilling out of her duffel bag. “...here?”

There was a dense, metallic click, and the heavy wooden doors opened, oh so slowly, of their own accord. The creaking of the door grew to an echoing rumble, until it resembled the moaning of a thousand doomed souls. Rita blinked. “Oh, sweet! An automatic door!”

Rita pointed her flashlight, and stared in wonder at the expansive, two floor entryway. “Hello? Anyone home? Rita Bandita: Paranormal-Proofing Professional Services, here for your complimentary inspection? …Fees may apply?”

Her fingers trembling, Rita waved her flashlight all around her, before noticing an envelope on the dusty floor. Strangely, although she was sure she’d examined the floor carefully only a moment before, she hadn’t noticed it there. Rita picked it up and flicked open the envelope. 

The moment Rita aimed her flashlight at the letter, Lady Bow slowly began to materialize behind her head. Rita mumbled to herself as she examined the note. 

“Sorry we couldn’t catch you. Out to visit one of our usual haunts. Feel free to make your complimentary inspection. Signed, Lady Bow…Sweet! I work better when no one is looking over my shoulder!”

Lady Bow bared her fangs, as if to bite off Rita’s head, but the moment Rita pointed the flashlight to look behind her, Lady Bow disappeared. “Whelp! Time to get to bustin’!”

Rita unzipped her duffel bag, and pulled out her very own Pultergust 2000, the epitome of ghost-catching vacuum cleaners. It was an older model she had bought used, from the world’s most legendary ghost hunter, Luigi Mario himself. 

As Rita examined the rooms, she hummed the Ghostbusters theme song to herself. She found an old fashioned gramophone in one room, and when she turned it on, it played some funky music that sent her toes a tappin’ and her hips a swingin’. She found a cool paperweight prominently displayed on a pedestal, illuminated by a misty spotlight, and a comfy old couch, which she couldn’t resist bouncing on. 

As Rita emerged from the living room, she finished singing her Karaoke version of Ghostbusters, using the vacuum attachment as a microphone, then paused to await applause. “...Huh. Well, I don’t see any evil ghosts. Easiest complimentary inspection I ever complimentarially inspected!”

Lady Bow instantly materialized behind Rita, looking oh-so-slightly miffed. “Well? Are you going to stand around all day?”

A tingle traveled up Rita’s spine, and the moment she turned around, Lady Bow unhinged her jaw, howling and drooling with unbridled rage. “Boooooo!”

Rita fumbled her flashlight, then tripped over her Poltergust 2000. “Ack! Please don’t eat me!”

Lady Bow relaxed her monstrous face back to normal, and pouted. “Don’t be absurd! I’m not going to eat you. I’m paying good money for this complimentary inspection, and I expect to see this mansion thoroughly inspected.”

Rita hid her face as she waved the flashlight at Lady Bow. “A g-g-ghooooost!”

“Exactly. And a nasty one to boot. Now, hurry up and get to the second floor. That’s where we usually hear the haunting melody of his evil music.”

“B-b-but…you’re a ghost, aren’t you?”

Lady Bow’s eyes popped open wide, then narrowed to thin slits. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Bow the Boo. Of course, you do know a Boo when you see one, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! You guys are, like…a type of ghost?”

Lady Bow curled her lip. “Technically, we are both a sub-type of ethereal spirits. But ghosts are far nastier, on account of being the lost, wandering souls of the damned. We Boos don’t get mixed up in that black magic stuff. We’re big on being family friendly, after all…But I suppose your professional training didn’t get into the minor details of taxonomy?”

Rita glanced nervously at Lady Bow, then at Lady Bow’s signature on the paperwork for the job request. “Um, yeah…my training…don’t think Professor E. Gadd covered those details?”

Lady Bow sniffed, then whipped out a fan. “Hmph! Well, if Professor E. Gadd trained you, I’m sure he hammered in all the practical knowledge you need to hunt down evil ghosts. Come along, I’ll escort you to the second floor.” 

With a prim and proper look on her face, Lady Bow began to float, as if ascending an invisible staircase toward the second floor. Rita squinted. “But…there are no stairs?”

Lady Bow twisted, scowling, then flew to snatch Rita by the collar. As Lady Bow explained how to reach the second floor, she dragged Rita through the nearest doorway as easily as if Rita was a toy doll. “¡Dios mío! Are you blind? Simply take the counter weight…”

Lady Bow stuffed the heavy weight into Rita’s arms, then yanked her to the sofa room and tossed her onto the middle cushion. “...jump on the extra springy sofa to launch yourself into the air…”

With a boing, a hefty hidden spring beneath the cushion launched Rita into the sky. Lady Bow appeared at Rita’s side and gestured to the chandelier above them. “...Grab onto the chandelier. (And do be careful, it’s an antique).”

Rita was forced to swim in midair to grab the chandelier to avoid falling to her doom. The moment she grasped it, she heard the metal chain above her click, and the chandelier dropped toward the ground. Rita wailed as she went into free fall. Fortunately for the chandelier, the chain caught the chandelier a foot above the ground. Unfortunately for Rita, this was not enough to save her from landing face first on the dusty floor with an echoing, “WHOPP!”

Lady Bow appeared above Rita’s head, then lifted Rita’s arm like a puppeteer. “Then attach the counter weight to the chandelier, thusly, and activate the hidden staircase. It’s perfectly intuitive!”

With an effort, Rita pulled her face from the floor with a pop. “...You don’t say? What a clever design!”

Lady Bow fanned herself. “Why thank you. Now, up the stairs you get, Miss Paranormal Professional. Chop, chop!”

Lady Bow patted Rita’s behind playfully, but with enough force to encourage Rita to hustle out the door and up the newly revealed hidden staircase. Rita clutched her Poltergust tight to her chest as she was goosed up the stairs. “Um…you’re sure you’ve got a real ghost up here? Because the only point of the complimentary inspection is to establish a paranormal presence. For the actual removal service, that would be an additional–”

“Sí, sí, sí! I would never ask one of my poor, precious Boos to face that devilish spectre! That’s why I contacted a professional. Your five-star customer reviews spoke very highly of you!”

Rita swallowed a lump in your throat as she remembered her two five-star reviews word for word:

 

“Five Stars! I know Rita can be a bit much, but she means well. And she works so hard! I haven’t had any problems with ghosts haunting the TV since she fixed it. Love you, Rita!  Stay safe, and keep your butt out of trouble! XOXO Mommy!”

“Five Stars! I told her to get a job, and somehow, she did it! I don’t quite understand the industry, but it all seems pretty technical. Just put her to work, and if she doesn’t do a good job, you let me know, and I’ll spank her butt, but good! That’s a promise! Go get ‘em, Bandit! With love, your Daddy!”

Rita folded her hands behind her back, unconsciously covering her bottom “Thank you! My mom and dad are really supportive of me! But if we’re positive there’s a real ghost here, I could just wave the service fee for your complementary inspection, and call it a–”

Rita was cut off by a haunting minor chord, played in triple forte on a grand piano, echoing through the vast entrance room. Lady Bow covered her ears, snarling, before she thrust open the central doors at the top of the steps. “Graaah! There he goes again, playing the same symphony, over and over again! Well, in you go. But be careful, the piano is a valuable family heirloom. If you scratch it…I’m taking it out of your hide!”

As Rita peered nervously into the shadowy room, Lady Bow planted a firm clap on Rita’s booty. Clutching her backside, Rita squeaked and hopped through the door, before Lady Bow closed it behind them.

Fumbling with her flashlight, Rita pointed it around the misty room, and realized her batteries were nearly out of juice. As she slapped the flashlight, she heard another minor chord, and spotted an antique piano…but no one was sitting at it.

As the slow, eerie melody gradually built to a faster tempo, Rita tiptoed toward the piano, and saw the piano keys being played, as if by themselves. As her flashlight began to flicker and die, Rita was sure she saw a flurry of wind, and two hands shrouded behind the thin mist, stroking the keys.

The melody shifted in mood, from a grandiose funeral march to something more like a tragic love song. Lady Bow rubbed her hands together. “Um, I take it this is part of your plan? You’re lulling him into a false sense of security, before you stop him from killing you with his evil magical melody, right?”

“Stop him from whating me, with his what?”

The ghostly hands slammed the keys to play a sinister discordant chord, and the piano seemed to pounce into the air, its lid flapping open to reveal deadly white fangs. Rita screamed and ran circles around the room, the music replaced with a mad cacophony as the piano dove after her.

“Gong! Gong! Gong!” rang the piano, as it cornered Rita and smashed into the wall. Rita swooned, which was the only thing that saved her as the piano sank its teeth into the spot where her head had been a moment before. 

In shock, Lady Bow dropped her fan, then dove to drag the unconscious Rita out from under the piano before it could crush her. “Ay! Caramba! Wake up, Señorita Rita!”

Lady Bow slapped Rita sharply across each cheek. Rita yelped and snapped her head up, only to spot the piano rounding on her. Rita shot into the air, spinning her feet, before zipping around the room in tight circles. As the piano followed in hot pursuit, it played a spooky, scary variation of the Yakkety Sax song from The Benny Hill show. (To satisfy the YouTube copyright gods, the ghost was forced to play a legal distinct version of the melody, in a minor key).

Rita fumbled with the buttons on her Poltergust 2000, trying to remember how to turn it on. “Okay, just gotta suck it up, and suck up that ghost!”

Lady Bow materialized at Rita’s side, gesticulating wildly. “The flashlight, you fool! First you need to catch the ghost off guard!”

“Ooh! You’re right! That was in the Ghost Catching 101 YouTube video!”

“...Youtube video?”

As the piano closed in on Rita, she flicked on her flashlight and pointed it at the invisible pianist, revealing the spectral shape of an old man with a wild haircut, who moaned in terror and shielded his eyes. Rita rolled back her head and guffawed. “Ahaha! Take that, you tone deaf terror!”

At that precise moment, Rita’s flashlight batteries died. Rita stared at the flashlight, then chuckled nervously at the piano, which began to snarl, salivating. As Rita dashed away, she lost her grip on the flashlight, and the piano ripped it in two with a single snap of its jaws. Rita opened the nearest door and dove through it, finding herself in a library, complete with flying, fanged books. The piano smashed through the wall after her, and Rita sprinted along the lines of bookshelves, ducking to avoid the flock of haunted flying books, only to reach a dead end. Just as a flying book dove like a hawk to rip off Rita’s head, Lady Bow appeared from nowhere and slapped it aside. “What’s the plan?” 

Rita shrugged. “Don’t die?”

Lady Bow put her hands on her hips. “I’m already dead, genius! What’s your plan?”

The evil piano glided around the corner, rolling on its wheels for maximum speed, and charged at Rita. Jumping up onto the bookcase, Rita kick jumped to vault up and over the piano the instant before it smashed into the book case behind her. Rita stuck out her tongue, pulling at her eyelid and slapping her rump to neener the evil piano. “Ha! Missed me, missed me! Now you gotta kiss–”

A flying book swooped down and sank its teeth into Rita’s buttocks.  “–meeee-hee-heeeeeee!”

Rita wailed and ran back toward the piano room, slapping her own rear with the Poltergust 2000 to knock the book loose. Finally, she had to resort to activating the Poltuergust 2000’s vacuum attachment, and used the suction to yank off the book with a sharp tug, along with a chunk of fabric from the seat of her pants, revealing the Ghostbusters underpants that barely managed to contain her plump posterior. 

After reaching the piano room. Rita slammed the door behind her, only to notice the giant, piano-sized hole in the door and wall. Lady Boo popped behind Rita, twisted her around roughly, and pressed her cheeks with both hands. “You aren’t prepared for this? No flashlight? No ear plugs? What happens if it starts to play–”

They both flinched as an eerie piano cord cut Lady Bow off. As they glanced toward the library, the smashed remains of the door drooped, and dropped off its broken hinge, and they spotted the piano slowly turning to face them, revving up its wheels like a motorcycle.

Lady Bow wailed, and covered Rita’s ears. “Grriiyaaaah! Run for your life, foolish girl! Hearing that song will surely kill you!” 

A lightbulb appeared over Rita’s head. “Ooh! Hang on, I brought an emergency back up!” Rita flipped open a flap on the Poltergust 2000, and pulled out a grenade labeled: “Ghost Bob-Bomb 64,000. Warning: Keep Out Of Reach of Children.”

Lady Bow’s eyes popped open. “You’re going to blow us all up? Are you loco?”

Rita bit off the pin and wound up to throw the grenade like a baseball pitcher. “Sorry, can’t hear you!”

Rita tossed the grenade into the gaping maw of the piano, then dove aside as it smashed through the wall, again. As the cloud of dust began to settle, the piano rose from the debris, hovering over Rita’s trembling form. The piano melody rose to a crescendo…until the piano shook, and the pianist fumbled the last note. 

With a terrific, musical “Boom!” the piano exploded, its lid ripping a hole through the ceiling, and all 88 ebony and ivory keys shooting out like darts. As the piano collapsed in a smoking heap, the moonlight shimmered onto the empty piano seat, and a ghostly figure of a rather befuddled-looking man came into view. He looked like a less impressive relative of Ludwig von Beethoven. The ghostly musician chuckled. “Uh…thank you, brave heroes! Now that I am free of my terrible curse, my soul can at last rest in–”

Lady Bow materialized in front of the ghost, snatched him by the collar, and rapidly slapped him across both cheeks with her other hand. “Don’t! You! Dare! Bother! My! Boos! With! Your! Noise! Ever! Again! You! Pretentious! Talentless! Hack!”

Lady Bow tossed the ghost lightly into the air, before producing her fan, and swung it like a baseball bat to knock him up and away into the sky. “Olé!”

They watched the ghost disappear over the horizon with a final twinkle, like a shooting star. Then Rita stood and dusted herself off. “Well, looks like that’s the end of your ghost troubles. I’ll see myself out. If you’re happy with our service, please consider adding a tip, and giving us a five-star review!”

Lady Bow rounded on Rita and pinched her firmly by the ear. (Shy Guys and Shy Gals don’t tend to have visible ears, but they still have them under their masks, and a determined parental figure can always pinch them.) “Babosa! Just look at what you did to Padre’s precious piano! When he finds out what I let you do to it, I’m going to get a spanking! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Rita grimaced, then tapped her index fingers together as she smiled sheepishly. “Erm…we can...subtract the cost from your bill?”

“Tonta! It was a one-of-a-kind, hand-made antique! At least have the courtesy to apologize!"

“Oh, yeah! Sorry about that, and stuff. But, it was kind of a life or death situation we had going there, eh?

Lady Bow twisted Rita’s ear to pull her close, sending Rita dancing on her feet. “I am already dead! For you, it was life and death! For me, it was a matter of honor! I swore on my grave to cherish and preserve that beautiful piano, as a family memory!”

Rita winced as she grasped onto Lady Bow’s arm, and discovered she was helplessly outmatched. “Ah…hem! Terribly sorry! Maybe you could…skip the tip? After all, I’m still a bit new to this job!”

“No more excuses! It’s not just the piano! You could have blown yourself up with that little stunt….And I know just how to deal with you.” 

Lady Bow led Rita out of the piano room, then down the steps toward the central entrance. Rita thought she heard several voices snickering behind her, but was too distracted by Lady Bow’s ominous words. “Um, uh, if you’re not completely satisfied, how about I comp you the additional service charge?”

An ornate wooden chair materialized in the middle of the floor, framed by pale moonlight. Lady Bow floated above the chair to seat herself, and tugged Rita toward her. Rita flopped forward, and let out a soft “Oopf!” as she landed across an invisible woman’s lap. Then, Lady Bow flipped up the skirt of Rita’s torn tunic, revealing her Ghostbuster undies. Suddenly, a crowd of Boos surrounded them, on both floors, howling with laughter.

Rita’s eyes went wide, before she felt Lady Bow patting her bottom. As Rita twisted to look, Lady Bow looked down at her with stern, cold authority. “What you need is a good spanking!”

“Oh, dear! Full refund! Full–”

Lady Bow began to spank Rita at a brisk pace, and every slap of her adorable, tiny hand seemed to have supernatural weight behind it. Rita howled and hooted with surprise, her cries blending seamlessly with the surrounding laughter.

As the spanking carried on, Bootler the Butler appeared at Lady Bow’s side, holding an antique, wooden brush. “Will the lady require the Master’s old, reliable hairbrush?” 

Lady Bow shook her head as she paused the spanking, and patted Rita across the seat of her panties. “I think a hand spanking will suffice, assuming our foolish ghost hunter behaves herself. Well? Are you going to be a good girl, and lie across my lap, or do you need a spanking with the hairbrush?”

Rita flailed her arms and legs. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good, good, good!”

“Good! Then that means you will get a good, good, good spanking! And a good, good, good spanking should always be on a bare, bare, bare bottom!”

With that, Lady Bow yanked Rita’s panties to just below her bottom, leaving them as an inverted triangle, with the elastic waistband hugging tight against Rita’s thick thighs.

Rita craned her neck as she wailed in despair. “No! Anything but that! Only my Mommy and Daddy ever spank me on the bare!”

“Oh? So if I called to tell them about your little escapade, they’d agree this is exactly what you deserve?”

The next spank was so sharp, it snapped Rita out of her performative tantrum. She scrunched her face, then pouted. “Well, yes! They’d definitely give me a bare-butt spanking if they found out. But–”

Lady Bow landed a single ferocious spank, then raised her hand high to begin the second round of spanking. “Then as soon as we’re finished, you will be calling them to inform them of your reckless abandon!”

Rita grit her teeth as she felt the rising sting, and realized that was just what one slap could do. “Ooo! Ooch! Ow! Okay! Okay! I’ll tell them everything! Don’t you worry! They’ll spank my booty red and raw, just give me a–”

Lady Bow began to deliver lightning fast claps, without sacrificing an ounce of her supernatural strength. “Just give you a warmup spanking for now? That’s an excellent idea! The first sensible suggestion I’ve heard from you all day.”

Rita’s voice cracked. “Ooow! Ouch! Oh! Ooooh, please! I’m sorry! So, so sorry about your piano! I know it was important to you! It’s my fault it broke! I wish I could fix it for you! But I don’t know how!” 

Lady Bow sighed, then patted Rita’s bottom. “Aaaw….apology accepted. You’re not a bad girl at heart. But you have been a foolish burra, and there’s only one cure for foolishness…”

With that, Lady Bow landed the single, strongest spank yet. Thanks to her years of adventuring and mastering the legendary double-slap technique, Lady Bow could easily send Bowser, King of the Koopas, flying into the stratosphere with a single blow.

The ripples reverberated through Rita’s bottom in slow motion, and a vivid red handprint appeared, standing out clearly against the rest of Rita’s bright pink buttocks. Rita took a long, slow, sucking breath, then whistled. As tears spilled down her mask, Rita struggled to speak through gritted teeth. “Do you…spank people often?” 

Lady Bow giggled as she held up her hand. “Do I? Oh, sweet summer child, I've been spanking naughty little Boo bottoms since before you were born. One of the perks of being a Boo: you get a lot of practice doing what you love! Now, as for you, since your plump bottom isn’t quite so little, I’m afraid I’ll have to go at it a lot longer to get the right shade of red. Grit your teeth!” 

Clenching her jaw, Rita peeked behind her, and wished she hadn’t. As Rita watched Lady Bow bring down her petite hand, she caught a glimpse of a ghostly young woman’s hand rising and falling along with it, and realized that somehow, Lady Bow could administer a spanking exactly as she could in life, despite her deceptive appearance as a Boo. 

As Rita contorted her face into all manner of pained expressions, through gritted teeth, Lady Bow unleashed a rapid-fire finale. The spanks were so fast, they sounded like machine gun fire.

Rita wriggled her behind, desperate to squirm to avoid letting the smacks hit a sensitive area, only to change her mind as a new spot rose to the same temperature. The red handprint vanished like a ghost as the entire surface area of Rita’s hefty hindquarters flushed to the same vivid shade of red.

Growing more desperate, Rita bucked once, then slumped back down across Lady Bow’s invisible lap. “Do…do you ever get spanked like this?”

Lady Bow paused, then giggled as she sat Rita up to rest on her lap. “When I was alive, dear Bootler spanked me quite often, on Padre’s behalf. But now I am the mistress of the house…and aren’t you awfully curious?”

Lady Bow lifted up Rita, and twisted her around to lie right back down across her lap, but facing the opposite way. This time, Lady Bow raised her left hand high. “Perhaps I am not spanking you hard enough?” 

Lady Bow landed three slow spanks, one across each of Rita’s butt cheeks, then another across the center of her bottom, making sure to put a bit of extra wumph behind them. 

Rita arched her back, grunting as she felt each spank in turn. “Wooh! You’re doing great! Urrgh! That’s definitely the hardest spanking I’ve ever gotten in my entire life! A-and..Aaagh! And my Mom and Dad are no slouches!”

“That’s good to hear. But this is spanking supposed to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. I’m afraid I’ll have to be stern with you, so you never think of doing something so dangerous ever again! I know you’re a good girl, Señorita Rita, but a good spanking should always end in tears.” 

This time, Lady Bow spanked at a brisk, but relentless pace. It was less ferocious than the machine gun spanking, but it had the strange effect of making each individual spank feel much, much worse. Groaning, Rita flailed wildly, straining her legs and arms as if trying to swim toward the exit and escape, before she felt all her exhaustion from the previous spanking catch up with her. Finally, Rita collapsed in a heap across Lady Bow’s lap, and started weeping softly.

Lady Bow cooed with maternal sympathy. “You can take your licks, I’ll give you that! All that’s left to do…” 

Lady Bow gently lifted Rita’s Ghostbuster panties back up across her bottom, before petting her affectionately. Rita sighed with relief. Shedding a few tears had felt strangely cathartic, but Rita knew that if Lady Bow went on much longer, she would surely have broken down like a blubbering baby.

Then Lady Bow grabbed the waistband of Rita’s panties and yanked them high, pulling Rita’s bottom up at a taut angle with the wedgie. “...Is to finish up with a final spanking across your sit spots. Almost done!”

Laughing maniacally, Lady Bow began to spank at the rapid fire machine gun pace all over again, this time aiming at the lowest part of Rita’s bottom, where her lower buttocks connected to her upper thighs. Rita squealed, then melted down into uncontrollable sobbing, tears spilling down her cheeks like two waterfalls. Nodding, Lady Bow gradually slowed the pace of the spanking. “There there, Señorita, I’m sure your bottom must smart terribly by now. It’s okay to have a good cry. Just let it all out!”

A red light on the Poltergust 2000 blinked, and it rang like an egg timer. The head of the vacuum cleaner attachment rose like a snake, twisted to point at Rita’s flaming red bottom, and a robotic voice announced. “Warning! Unnatural heat detected. Probable cause: Fire elemental ghost. Activate emergency autopilot: Super Suction Mode.”

As the vacuum activated, Rita’s bottom was sucked firmly into the vacuum cleaner head. Fortunately, Rita wasn’t a ghost, and her buttocks were too big to be sucked into the Poltergust 2000’s ghost storage chamber. Nevertheless, Rita flailed her arms and legs wildly as she struggled to escape from the device. “Eek! No autopilot! Manual override!”

With a pop, the Polgergust 2000’s vacuum head seemed to spit out Rita’s buttocks, before it flopped over like a sad dog. “Acknowledged…deactivating emergency autopilot…please install security updates…”

Rubbing her bottom with one hand, Rita sighed and patted the Poltergust 2000. “Poor old thing. They haven’t released a software update for her since 2001.” 

Rita winced as she straightened up, cupping her buttocks between booth hands. “Oooh! Still tender.”

Lady Bow nodded. “As it should be! Now, are you sorry for what you did wrong? Will you promise to never be so careless again? I can always call Bootler for the hairbrush if I think you need more convincing!” 

Rita nodded furiously, then shook her head just as furiously, her knees knocking. “Oh, definitely! I promise to never, ever throw live grenades at priceless, demonically-possessed pianos ever again, so long as I live! Cross my heart, hope to die!”

Lady Bow disappeared with a poof, then reappeared behind Rita to lift her skirt. Lady Bow beamed as she examined the results of her work. “Would you look at that, your bottom’s practically glowing in the dark! I’m sure you’re really, truly sorry. I hope you do better. But if you do blow up any more pianos, I’ll pop up right behind you when you least expect it, and give you a spanking that will make the one I just gave you feel like a cookie in comparison. Now, march your naughty little tail upstairs and to my padre’s old study. I’m putting you in time out. I imagine it will be uncomfortable to sit on Padre’s old hard-backed chair, but it’s sure to help you think more clearly. My padre used to call it ‘the thinking chair.’” 

“Your…padre?”

“Sí, sí! Mi padre…My papa, of course! Just to warn you…he’s probably going to spank us both, and quite soundly, for what we did to Madre’s beloved piano.”

Rita’s pupil shrank to pin pricks. “Spank us…again?”

Lady Bow sighed. “Indeed, but I know I deserve it! That makes it so much easier to face, doesn’t it? Oh, he will expect us to have our bottoms bared before he arrives, of course.”

Lady Bow reached under Rita’s tunic and tugged down her panties with one clean yank, all the way to her ankles. Then Lady Bow lifted up the back of Rita’s skirt, and tucked it snugly into her black belt. Finally, Lady Bow peeked at her own tail, and nodded. “Ah, excellent. I’m not wearing anything! I’m so glad I opted to be buried in the nude!”

Rita stared down at her panties around her ankles, then stared at the door that led to freedom. With a sniffle, Rita stepped out of her panties and left them behind, marching up the stairs along with Lady Bow, past the smashed remains of the piano, and into a richly furnished study. Lady Bow appeared behind the wooden chair, and positioned it to face the wall. “Have a seat, Señorita Rita. Whatever we must face, we will face it together, as friends!”

Rita winced as she settled her weight down onto the hard, wooden seat, feeling her tender bottom press flat against the unforgiving surface. “Thank you, Lady Bow…You know, I think I’m starting to like being my own boss! You meet all sorts of interesting people!”

Behind them, a grandfather clock struck the hour of midnight, and began to ring the twelve chimes. The wind blew the windows open, sending the curtains fluttering, before they slammed shut a gain.

As Rita held her breath, the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She didn’t dare turn to look, but she was sure there was someone behind her, though there wasn’t so much as the sound of breath. Glancing sideways, Rita spotted Lady Bow facing the wall, trembling. Superimposed over the image of the little round Boo, there seemed to be a second image. A young, curvy Spanish maiden, with pale green hair and sparkling eyes, wearing two red ribbons in bows, and the elegant dress of a pueblo donna. As Lady Bow took a shaky breath, she smiled wanly. So did the young woman.

Then Rita felt a soft puff of air against the back of her neck. “...Boo!”

The End?