Spooky, Scary, Spankies Chapter 3

 Spooky, Scary, Spankies

Chapter 3: To Spook, or Else, To Spank

Yu May

Tricky and Treaty stumbled along as Trippy guided them both toward the girls’ cozy mushroom-cottage. All three of the errant young Toads were panting, and dripping in sweat. The giggling flowers of the Forever Forest had finally guided them home, though the trip had felt like an eternity.

As they reached the front door, Trippy spat out the flashlight, which he’d been forced to hold in his mouth while supporting the two twin sisters. All three collapsed, gasping, next to the grinning Jack-o-lanterns on the front porch. 

Then, Tricky pumped both her fists, and sprang to her feet. “We made it! We’re alive! Ha ha ha—take that, haunted mansion!”

Treaty pressed up her thick glasses. “I thought we were toast back there!”

Then, she pulled Trippy onto his feet, spun him around, threw her arms around his neck, and gave him a big smooch on the cheek. “Bah! I never had any doubts. Way to go, chief navigator Trippy!”

Trippy rubbed his cheek, blushing. “Don’t mention it, Captain Tricky.”

As Tricky realized what she’d just done, her eyes bugged out, and she screamed internally, as if a five-larm firebell was ringing in her head. “Nooo! If anyone finds out that I have a crush on Trippy-senpai, I’ll lose all my cool-kid points!” she thought.

She quickly affected a pout, and pulled away from, hands on her hips, trying to play it cool. “Pfft. Not that we were ever in real danger or anything. Just… y’know. A little adventure. No big deal. And now it’s all over. This is our happy ending!”

Treaty leaned in to whisper into Tricky’s ear. “You know, we’re probably going to get spanked for sneaking out after bed time.”

Tricky struck her coolest super-hero, pirate captain, elite ninja pose. “Bah! We’ll just sneak back into our little beds, and Mom and Dad will be none the wiser.” 

Then, the light in the window snapped on with a click, and the front door flew open. Tricky and Treaty both yelped, then turned slowly to see their Mom and Dad standing right behind them. Mom’s arms were crossed. “Well, there you are, you little imps! I was sick with worry! Did you know your father was just about to call the police?”

Dad was leaning against the doorway with a calm, loving, but deeply disappointed look on his face. Somehow, Tricky thought seeing that look always felt worse than getting yelled at. “Now, now. As long as they’re home safe, that’s the most important thing. Come on in, kiddos.”

As Tricky and Treaty crept inside, they glanced nervously at Trippy. Surely, Mom and Dad wouldn’t spank them in front of their best friend from Toad Middle School? Then, Dad knelt to look the two sisters in the eye, his voice low and steady. “And just what were the three of you doing out past midnight?”

Tricky opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “Uh…ya see…there might possibly be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this…”

Trippy stepped forward, standing at attention like a soldier. “Mr. Toad, sir, we were playing Truth or Dare.” 

Mom shook her head slowly, then waved a finger at both her daughters. “Tricky. Treaty. You both know that you’re not supposed to sneak out after bed time. That would have been bad enough, but leaving the house this late at night was dangerous. You both know what this means, don’t you? ”

Treaty swallowed. “You’re gonna give us a…spanking?”

Tricky puffed out her chest, and affected her best tough-guy voice. “Psh. Just a spanking? No biggie, I can take it.”

Treaty adjusted her glasses and turned to Trippy with perfect deadpan delivery. “She always says that. Then she bawls like a baby the second the first smack lands. We both do.”

Dad turned to face the girls, and held up two fingers. “And, girls? Since you broke two important rules tonight, that means you will be getting two spankings tonight.”

Both girls’ eyes popped open. Tricky stuttered. “T-t-two whole spankings? 

Treaty squeaked. “In one night?”

Mom nodded. “Exactly. And it’s no less than you two naughty girls deserve! Trippy, dear, I’m sorry our daughters dragged you into their trouble. Don’t worry, you won’t be getting a spanking tonight.”

Trippy stood tall. “Hold on, it was my fault too. All of us agreed to sneak out. I could’ve said no, but I didn’t. I’m ready to take full responsibility. If they’re getting spanked, it’s only fair I get one too.”

Mr. Toad put a hand on Trippy’s shoulder. “That’s admirable, Trippy. But because you’re not our son, we can’t spank you in good conscience. It’s not our decision. I will have to call your parents and explain what happened.”

  

Trippy bowed his head slightly. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Toad patted Trippy’s shoulder. “But whatever you and your parents decide to do, I want you to know that I’m eternally grateful to you, for getting both of my daughters back home safe tonight. Thank you, son.”

Mr. Toad stood and offered Trippy his hand to shake. Looking deeply moved, Trippy returned the hand shake.

Mr. Toad glanced at his daughters. “Though I’ve got a pretty strong suspicion these two were the ringleaders.”

Mom clapped her hands together, twice. “All right. Tricky, you’re first. I’m giving you a good warm-up spanking, with my hand.”

Tricky’s bravado faltered. “W-warm-up sp–spanking?”

Mom held Tricky’s hand, and led her toward the living room sofa, her voice gentle. “Yes, sweetie. Because you disobeyed both your father and me, Daddy will be giving you a second spanking later tonight, with his leather slipper. This warm-up spanking will help put you in the right mindset, before the main event.” 

Mom sat on the edge of the couch and patted her thigh. “Now come here and lie across my lap.”

Tricky’s shoulders slumped, but she obeyed. She shuffled forward, head hanging, and draped herself over her mother’s lap, trying to keep her cool. Then, Mom flipped up Tricky’s skirt and tugged down her baggy white pants. With a tiny, defeated sigh, Tricky realized her fluffy white bloomers were now on full display.

Mom patted Tricky’s upturned bottom. “All right, young lady. Tell me what you did wrong, and why you’re getting this spanking.”

As Tricky answered, her voice was small. “It…it was all my fault. The Truth or Dare game was all my idea. Treaty and Trippy both wanted to stop. But I just kept teasing and pushing them into doing the dare with me. Even when I knew they were scared…I didn’t want them to think I was scared. I’m sorry for disobeying, Mommy!”

“I forgive you, Tricky, dear. Now—why don’t you apologize to your sister and your friend?”

Tricky twisted her head toward Treaty and Trippy. Her face was already burning red. “Treaty… I’m sorry I dared you to do the same dare with me. And Trippy…” 

She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, and whispered. “I’m really, really sorry I called you a big yellow-bellied chicken-liver. You didn’t deserve that.”

Trippy flashed a soft smile. “That’s okay, Tricky. I knew you didn’t mean it!”

Mom wrapped her hand around Tricky’s waist, and gave Tricky a firm love-tap, which Tricky knew was the final warning that the spanking was about to begin. Mom’s voice was steady. “I need you to hold still, sweetheart. No reaching back, no kicking. Are you ready for your warm-up spanking?”

Tricky’s lip quivered. She glanced at Trippy, then looked away, mortified. “Um… Mom? Can… can someone help hold me still? So I don’t… y’know… block or anything?”

Mom raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And who did you have in mind?”

Tricky squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then forced the words out. “Trippy? Could you… please hold my hands?”

Trippy didn’t hesitate. He sat on the couch right beside them, took both of Tricky’s hands in his, and gave them a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right here. If it hurts too much, just squeeze my hand as hard as you need. Once, when I got a splinter, My mom let me squeeze her hand tight, while Dad cut it out. Doing that really helped me. So I know you can get through this.”

Tricky managed a wobbly smile. “Thanks, Trippy. You’re… you’re the best.”

Mom smiled warmly. “That’s very brave of you, Tricky—owning up and asking for help. I’m proud of you. Now… it’s time for your first spanking.”

Tricky looked straight into Trippy’s eyes, and steadied her breath.

SMACK!

The first firm swat landed. Tricky’s mouth opened in a surprised wail, and tears instantly sprang to her eyes. She gripped Trippy’s hands like a lifeline as Mom delivered steady, deliberate spanks—left cheek, right cheek, then both together. Tricky kicked a little despite herself, but Trippy held her hands firmly, his eyes silently encouraging her to hang tough.

Long before the warm-up spanking finally ended, Tricky was crying freely, thick tears staining her cheeks. Mom patted Tricky’s bottom, then helped her sit up. 

Tricky pulled her Mom into a tight hug, and Mom returned the embrace, rubbing circles Tricky’s back. 

Tricky sniffled into her mom’s shoulder. “Thank you for my spanking, Mommy. I’m sorry I’m so much trouble.”

“You’re forgiven, Tricky. And I’ll have you know…” Mom kissed the top of her head. “...I absolutely love having a little trouble-maker around. Life would be boring without you.”

Mom set Tricky on her feet in front of the couch. Tricky turned, still teary-eyed, and rushed to hug Trippy. “And thank you for holding my hands. You’re always there for me.”

Without thinking, Tricky pecked Trippy lightly on his cheek.

Trippy smiled. “I’ll always be there for you, Tricky. Promise.” Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek right back. 

Tricky’s face went scarlet, and steam billowed out her ears like a tea kettle. She pulled away, swatting his shoulder half-heartedly. “You…you big goof.”

Dad cleared his throat and pointed to a small wooden stool in the corner. “Go sit in timeout, Tricky. Nose to the wall, until it’s time for your second spanking. Treaty, that means it’s your turn for a warm-up spanking.”

Tricky tried her best to march to the corner with her pants still around her ankles. As she forced herself to sit down primly on the hard stood, Tricky let out a tiny hiss. She folded her arms and stared at the wall, her mind in sharp focus thanks to the tantalizing, tingling sensation of a smarting, freshly-spanked bottom.

Mom turned to her other daughter. “Treaty, honey. Your turn for a warm-up.”

Treaty walked over calmly, and without being asked, reached back and tugged her own pants and bloomers in one smooth motion. Then she hopped up on the couch and lay across Mom’s lap with perfect poise.

Mom glanced at Treaty’s bare bottom, and blinked, twice. “Treaty? You don’t have to bare your bottom. I only spanked Tricky over her bloomers.”

Treaty rested her chin on her folded hands. “Yes, Mother. But I’ve been thinking…I’m really the one most responsible for all this chaos, because I came up with the haunted house dare. Tricky only double-dog-dared me in self-defense.”

Tricky hunched her shoulders, and tried to twist her head to look over her shoulder, without leaving her position timeout. Out of the corner of her eye, Tricky saw Treaty kicking her feet playfully behind her.

 

Dad raised an eyebrow. “So because of that, you think it’s fair that you get a spanking on your bare bottom? Is that right, Treaty?”

Treaty nodded, curling her lips. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Please? I feel so awfully guilty for what I’ve done!”

Mom and Dad shared a curious look, and both shrugged. Finally, Mom rested her hand on Treaty’s bare bottom, and patted it. “So be it. This will be a bare-bottomed warm up spanking. Are you ready, sweetheart?”

Treaty glanced sideways at Trippy, and flashed a sly little smile. “But, Mommy! I’m worried I might kick too much. Someone should probably hold my feet down so I don’t hurt anyone.”

Immediately, Trippy raised his hand. “I’ll help you, Treaty.”

Dad nodded, smiling wanly. “What a gentleman! Treaty, be sure to thank Trippy for being so willing to help you.”

Trippy hopped up onto the couch behind Treaty, and gently took hold of her ankles, holding them steady.

From the corner, Tricky whipped her head around enough to catch Treaty’s mischievous grin. It was as if Treaty was teasingly saying, “Sorry-not-sorry!” without words.

And then, Tricky remembered that during the game of Truth or Dare…Treaty didn’t want to say who she had a crush on either!

Tricky’s eyes blazed. “That sneak! She’s trying to steal my boyfriend!” 

Then, Tricky remembered she was in time out, and pressed her face against the wall before she risked earning herself a third spanking for the night.

As Mom landed the first spank, Treaty cried out dramatically, like a ham-actress chewing on the scenery. “Ah! My poor, delicate little booty! Oh, Trippy, I can’t go on!”

Resolutely, Trippy held Treaty’s flailing legs, fixing his eyes right on her squirming, bouncing, bare backside, which jiggled hypnotically as Mom delivered two firm spanks, one across each butt-cheek. Trippy cleared his throat. “Ahem–Don’t worry, Treaty! I’ve got you! Just…try to stick it out?”

Treaty held the back of her palm against her forehead, and howled like a wild cat. “Ooooh! Aw, Trippy, you’re my hero! Ooh! Oooch! Owwie! Ooooo…please, Trippy, hold me!” 

Then, Mom landed a particularly resounding swat, and Treaty yelped, much more convincingly this time. “Yeeeaaaiiieeee! It hurts, Mommy!”

Mom raised her hand slowly. “Yes, Treaty. A spanking is supposed to hurt.”

Trippy raised his hand, using his other hand to pin down Treaty’s writhing legs. “Excuse me, Mrs. Toad? Do you think you’re maybe spanking Treaty a lot harder than you spanked Tricky? Her booty’s already got bright red hand prints on it.” 

Treaty twisted to look over her shoulder, her smirk long gone. “Y-yeah, Mommy! Isn’t this supposed to be just a warm-up spanking?”

Dad hummed. “Hmm, now that you mention it, that does appear a bit heavy-handed for a warm up spanking. Remember, darling, I’m still giving Treaty a good, solid bedtime spanking with my slipper tonight.” 

Mom clicked her tongue. “Yes, dear, but Treaty told us herself that she’s to blame for this fiasco. Isn’t that why you bared your own bottom for this spanking, Treaty?”

Treaty scrunched up her face. “Erm—yes, I just wanted to show how sorry I was for—”

Mom silenced Treaty with another firm slap. “You hear that, dear? Poor Treaty is suffering from a guilty conscience. Well, don’t worry Treaty, doll. I promise you, a good, hard spanking will cure what ails you.”

Mom followed up with another two crisp claps, and Treaty bellowed. “Baaaw! Okay, I get it, I’m sorry, Mommy!” 

Then, to Treaty’s horror, she saw her mother raising her hand high in the air. “And when I’m done spanking you, young lady, you will feel good and sorry for playing mean tricks on your sister.” 

Then Mom landed her three hardest spanks yet, all in quick succession. With a long, shuddering squeal, Treaty kicked her legs so hard she nearly knocked Trippy off the couch. But Trippy caught himself, and held fast to her ankles. “You can do it, Treaty!” 

Treaty’s bottom was already flushing to bright red, skipping straight past the usual rose pink shade. “Oh, goodness, I don’t think I can. Suppose we tried an alternative punishment? You could confiscate my Game Boy Advance for a whole wee—eeeeeeeek!?!”

After Mom landed a hefty whallop across the center of her daughter’s rump, she glanced at Tricky in the corner. “No peeping, Tricky. Face against the wall, or you’re next.” 

Tensing, Tricky quickly focused on the wall. 

Tricky heard everything clearly as Mom slowly began to increase the pace and tempo of the spanking, until Treaty no longer had a moment to get a word in edgewise.

Cheeks burning, bottom throbbing, Tricky fumed, made a solemn, silent vow: “Just you wait, Treaty! I am never giving up. Someday that bone-head Trippy is gonna be my husband!”

But as Tricky heard Treaty’s protests melt into racking, blubbering sobs of remorse, Tricky decided that she wouldn’t stay mad at her sister too long. After all, what was wrong with a little friendly competition?

…

Lady Bow and Rita came flying out of the dark forest, and crash landed into a pig pen bearing the sign: “Li’l Oink Farm.”

The colorful assortment of pigs bounced away, oinking with mad abandon. Lady Bow vanished, and reappeared floating in their. “Phew! I thought we’d never get away from that angry nest of Bzzaps!”

Rita flopped up and over the fence, her bottom poking in the air. A green, bug-eyed Forest Fuzzy was sinking its teeth deep into her backside. Rita groaned, plucked the Fuzzy off her rump with a pop, and tossed it away. “Somehow, getting stung by a Bzzap is the least difficult thing my booty has endured all night.”

Lady Bow cackled. “Which reminds me! We still have to get you back to your parents. I’m going to tell them exactly what I think you deserve to get, Senorita Rita!”

Rita nodded her head, and held up a thumb. “Yup! I may be out of the woods, but my butt sure ain’t. Quick, to the Shy Guy Toy Box!”

All Mushroom Kingdom Shy Guys, of course, make their home in a giant, magical toy box, hidden in a birthday present in Toad Town. After Mario and friends defeated the tyrannical General Guy, some of the liberated Shy Guys chose to pledge loyalty to King Toadstool, and were naturalized as citizens.

At that moment, Rita’s parents were waiting nervously for their daughter’s return, inside a lovely doll house within the Shy Guy Toybox. Rita’s Mother, Andita Bandita, paced the plastic toy kitchen nervously, with a worried look on her masked, cartoon face. “My poor baby! What if she’s hurt herself?”

Rita’s father, a black Shy Guy (no, I don’t know if black Shy Guys are black under the mask, don’t worry about it), lowered his newspaper. He was smoking a pipe that only blew bubbles. “Don’t worry, Andita. Rita said she’s safe, and I’m sure she’ll drop in at any moment.”

At that moment, the lid of the box that represented the roof of the entire Shy Guy neighborhood lifted, and Rita divebombed into the toy box, her massive backside covering their entire tiny world in shadow. Mr. Bandita coolly pulled out his pipe as he saw his beloved daughter’s brobdingnagian buttocks hurtling to crush their doll house. “Ah, here she is now.”

Finally, the magic took effect, and Rita shrank to the size of a doll, landing butt-first onto a red spring. She bounced back up a little higher than she expected, and came rolling to a halt in front of her parents’ doll house. With a long, shuddering screech, Lady Bow came sailing down after her, and bounced off the spring with a graceful pirouette.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Bandita clasped their masks, their horror somehow clearly apparent despite their masks. Mr. Bandita threw aside his newspaper. “Rita, beloved! Did you hurt yourself? Did you hurt your own body?”

Mrs. Bandita rushed to her daughter, her poncho billowing behind her like a Batman cape. “Can you get home by yourself? Can you get home alone?”

Rita sprung to her feet. “Oh, don’t worry. Except for my booty, I’m not hurt at all!”

Mr. Bandita crossed his arms. He was about one-half the height of his wife, and one-third the height of his daughter, but he was still unmistakably a tough-guy Shy Guy. “Rita, what’s this about you getting yourself in trouble? You got some splainin’ to do!”

Poking her index fingers together, Rita hung her head. “Yes, Daddy. You both deserve an explanation. You see, I’ve been a very bad, foolish, paranormal investigator. And once you hear what an awful job I did for my first potential customer, I think you will both agree that I need a good spanking today. Go on, Lady Bow. Tell them everything!”

Lady Bow pulled out her fan, and waved it delicately. “Ack! Such a long, sordid tale, full of extraneous details! I’ll just stick to the essential facts. You see, Mr. and Mrs. Bandita, your daughter advertised herself as a professional ghost-hunter, but I am afraid she is still only a rank amateur at best. She risked her life in a brazen attempt to free my house of demonic possession, and blew up my family’s prized piano in a fiery explosion! Therefore, I have no choice but to report this business…for excellent service, and give you a five star review!”

Instantly, Rita spun on her heels, and joined her parents in making a surprised, over-the-top surprised, anime-reaction face. “Wha?”

Lady Bow nodded, and snapped her fan shut. “That’s right! You’ve gained a customer for life! I’ve never seen someone throw herself after monstrous, soul-devouring ghosties with such heroic resolve! Furthermore, with your permission, I’m taking this girl under my wing. With my expert tutelage, she will gain all the on-the-job experience she needs to provide the best ghost-catching service in the Mushroom Kingdom! Together, we are: The Boo Busters! Gweh ha ha ha!”

Mr. Bandita nodded. “Thank you, Lady Bow. But what about the damage to your precious piano? Rita, I’m afraid we’ll have to take that out of your allowance, until you can pay her back.”

Mrs. Bandita crossed her arms. “And Rita promised me that she wouldn’t take any needless risks. Rita, I’m afraid a spanking is in order.”

Lady Bow gasped. “But, Mrs. Bandita, I must protest! I assure you, Señorita Rita Bandita has already been spanked, most thoroughly. Here, see for yourself!”

Without warning, Lady Bow hovered behind Rita, pressed her forward, flipped up her skirt, and yanked Rita’s brand new pair of old-fashioned bloomers down to her ankles. Rita squeaked, but touched her toes, not daring to argue. With a poof, Lady Bow summoned her fan into her hand, and patted Rita’s bright red backside. “Behold. This poor…culata has been spanked more than enough for one day.”

Mr. Bandita stroked where his chin was most likely hidden under his mask. “Hmm, I have to agree. Rita, dear, while a spanking might be a fair penalty for foolish and reckless behavior, I think you’ve already been punished enough. Why don’t we simply call this matter settled? You know your mother and I hate to have to spank you.”

Rita whimpered, then stood, letting her skirt flopping back down in place. “Yes, Daddy, I know that. I hate when you have to spank me, too. But the fact remains…”

Slowly, deliberately, Rita pinched her skirt and raised it at both sides, to expose her bare butt. “...Mommy, Daddy, you really do have to spank me.”

Looking half-convinced, Mrs. Bandita tapped her foot, staring sternly up at her daughter’s plump posterior. “And why is that, young lady?”

“Because, I engaged in dishonest advertising, misrepresented my credentials, caused property damage, and recklessly endangered both myself and others. I deserve nothing less than to be spanked, soundly, on my bare butt, then grounded for life, and spanked every single morning and night until I’m a little old lady, just in case I get any ideas.”

Mr. Bandita’s voice went low. “Rita, cover up your bottom. Then, turn and look me in the eye, young lady. Andita, love? I’ll need you to lend me a hand.”

Rita let her skirt drop, then spun slowly on her feet, her face a mix of shame and disappointment.

Then, Mrs. Bandita picked up her diminutive husband, so he could reach high enough to hold his daughter’s hand. Mr. Bandita patted it gently. “Rita, I am very proud of you. You have grown into a fine woman, who is ready to face the world, and take on anything it throws at you. You’re not a child who needs spankings anymore.”

Instantly, Rita’s face brightened. “Really? You don’t think I’m a perpetual child, incapable of independent adult life, just because I still live in your basement?”

Mrs. Bandita shook her head. “Of course not, Rita! Also, you must go through life punishing yourself for your mistakes. You always have a home here for as long as you need one, but that doesn’t make you any less a mature, responsible lady in our eyes.”

Rita blinked. “So…I don’t have to get spankings any more?”

Mr. Bandita shook his head. “No. You’re too big for a spanking now. You’re not our little girl anymore.”

“Okay…but what if I really, really screw-up big time? Like, unleash an apocalyptic army of spooky, scary skeletons level bad?”

Mrs. Bandita knit her eyebrows, but her smile softened her stern expression. “Well, little missy, in that case, we expect you to march your naughty little bottom right back home, own up to what you did, and ask us to give you a big girl spanking, of course!” 

Mr. Bandita nodded. “Yes, but not because we say you have to. Only because you believe you should.”

Rita cooed. “Oooh! Cool! In that case…Mommy, Daddy, will you please spank me, right now?”

Her parents both beamed. Mr. Bandita opened the invisible front door of the family doll house. “Of course we will, Princess! Come along, now. It’s time for your spanking.” 

Mr. Bandita unbuckled his belt, and whipped it expertly like a pair of nunchucks, before folding it between his two tiny hands, and snapping it menacingly.

Mrs. Bandita waved a finger, and fetched a genuine, plastic “wooden” spoon from her toy kitchen. Thanks to their magically shrunken state, the spoon looked comically large. “Yes, but this will have to be a memorable spanking!  Get your butt bared and ready, and kneel on the couch. Lady Bow, won’t you join us? I love hearing the latest gossip on how my Rita keeps earning herself another spanking from complete strangers. We’re thinking of forming a social club.”

As Rita knelt on the couch, she pulled her dress up and over her shoulder, letting her breasts flop free, and stuck her bottom out as far as she could, grateful that she had been given parents who loved her enough to spank her when she needed it. But with a sigh of relief, Rita couldn’t help but think how, at the very least, she was glad this was being done in the privacy of her home.

Then, there was a series of distressed, vaguely-Italian cries from the sky. Rita twisted around and saw two people dropping down into the toy box, and recognized them instantly. It was Luigi Mario, the world’s greatest ghost-hunter! And also his brother Mario Mario, who Rita supposed must be the other brother of the Mario Bros. 

The two men shrank down to the size of toys and bounced off the red spring. Mario landed on his feet. Luigi landed on his nose. Luigi groaned, and stood up. “Great! Now we just gotta find–”

Lady Bow flew out the front of the doll house and snatched the Mario brothers by their hands, leading them right toward the Bandita doll-household. “Mario! And Luigi, too! Come along, there is someone I simply must introduce to you both.”

Rita shook her head as she recognized her childhood hero approaching. “Oh, no! This is not how I pictured this moment! Mommy, Daddy, wait just a–”

Instantly, Mr. Bandita whipped his belt across Rita’s buttocks. “No, Rita. No more delays. You were brave enough to ask for this spanking. Time to finish what you started.”

Rita shook her head, blushing so madly, even her cartoon mask turned red. “Sure! I want the spanking! But maybe we can move this to somewhere more discree—eeeeyooow!”

Mrs. Bandita cut off her daughter with a well aimed pop of the toy kitchen spoon, which easily covered both of Rita’s bountiful buttocks. “Tsk, tsk. Rita is always so fussy before a spanking, isn’t she, dear? I suppose some things never change.”

Mr. Bandita snapped his belt across Rita’s rump with a whip-like crack. “Yes, love. But despite everything, Rita really wants to be a good girl. She’ll be crying real tears of repentance soon enough.”

“No, wait, please! Oh, please! Not in front of Lui–”

A thwack from the spoon. “Oooow! Oww!”

A lash from the belt. “Aaahoooow!”

Lady Bow opened the invisible door at the front of the doll house and pulled the brothers in. “May I present to you, the boldest, brashest ghost buster in the Mushroom Kingdom, Rita Bandita!”

Rita Bandita howled, blubbering like a baby as the spanking reached a steady, relentless pace. But though she clutched the back of the couch and beat her bare feet against the cushions, Rita kept her bare ass poking out, arching her back to present her tantalizing tushie as a target for torment.

Instantly, Mario and Luigi averted their eyes. After all, they were both paragons of chivalry, and Mama Mario raised them to be gentlemen. Lady Bow gasped as she realized her mistake. “Opps! Sorry, you know how it is for parents with children in the home. I’m sure they’ll be ready to welcome you in a few minutes.”

After ten minutes of relentless spanking, the Banditas finished Rita’s spanking, and welcomed the Mario brothers into their home for a lovely cup of tea.

[The End?]

*Vinyl record scratch* Hold on! Did you think I’d let you go without the obligatory after-credits spanking gag?

Meanwhile, back at Lady Bow’s mansion, Señor and Señora Bow slowly floated toward the family cemetery. Señora Bow put her hand on an ancient gravestone. “Mama? I have come to pray for your forgiveness. Our beautiful family piano…has been destroyed!”

Instantly, there was a clap of thunder, and with a hideous shriek, and even older lady Boo aroze from her grave, wearing thick classes and an abuela’s poncho. “Our prized piano? What happened? Ooo, don’t tell me, it was that minx of a granddaughter of mine! I’ll tan her hide!”

Señora Bow looked close to fainting. “I already spanked little Bow soundly, but–I’m sorry, Mama! There is no excuse! Please, punish me instead!”

Instantly, Abuela Bow seized the matronly Señora Bow by the wrist, and guided her over her lap for a spanking. “But of course I’m going to spank you! But as soon as little Miss Bow gets home, you send her right to me. Ai, yai! I’m just glad your poor abuela didn’t live to see our cherished piano smashed into–”

From the next grave over, and even older, even more decrepit looking female boo erupted from her grave, wearing a dress that would have been the height of fashion at the turn of the century, a few centuries ago. “She did what to your abuela’s piano?”

Señora Bow and Abuela Bow both froze at the sight of the spectre, who was of course Lady Bow’s great great grandmother, Bisabuela Bow. Then, Abuela Bow gulped, and carried on spanking Señora Bow. “Mama? I was just spanking my daughter for–”

The decrepit Bisabuela Bow pinched the Abuela by her ear, and stood her up. Señora Bow flopped roughly to the ground, landing on her rump, just as Bisabuela Bow bent Abuela Bow over her knee, and immediately began to spank her. “Of course she’s getting a spanking. Right after I finish spanking you, for not watching her more closely!”

Señor Bow caught the old lady’s hand, and an invisible Spanish guitar played a dramatic sting to announce his entrance. “Pardon, my lady, but no one is allowed to spank my wife, without her consent…nor my mother-in-law, for that matter.”

Señora Bow floated to his side, and pinched his cheeks. “Ah, my gallant caballero! But of course, this is a matter for women. You need not concern yourself. If mama, or abuela, decides that I deserve a spanking, I will, of course, accept it with grace.”

Señor Bow sighed. “I see. It seems that even in death, the ways of women remain as great a mystery as are were in life. Very well, my fresa. If this is what you wish, I will not interfere.”

Bisabuela Bow sniffed, and delivered another swat across her daughter’s rump. “Finally. A man with sense.”

As her spanking resumed unabated, Abuela Bow pouted. “Hmmph! Just get this spanking over with, Mama, so I can finish spanking my daughter and granddaughter.”

Bisabuela Bow clapped Abuela Bow even harder. “None of that sass! And you’ll have to wait your turn. I plan to spank my granddaughter and my great-granddaughter first, for breaking that piano.”

From the next grace over, an even older female ghost erupted from the grace. It was Lady Bow’s Tatarabuela, and she was dressed in an outfit that would have been considered old-fashioned during the Mexican-American war. “You let these children break my piano?!?”

Then, Bisabuela Bow was hauled over Tatarabuela Bow’s lap for a spanking, with promises of spankings for Abuela Bow, Señora Bow, and Lady Bow to follow.

Señor Bow shook his head, muttering under his breath. “Sigh. It’s always the in-laws.”

[The End, For Real This Time!]