Last year, for Spank or Treat, I wrote a spanking story to celebrate Halloween. It was a fun little story, more a fragment, or slice of life, than a true beginning-middle-end kind of story. It’s a year later, and I don’t yet have any good ideas yet for this year’s event and story. But for those of you who are new to Licks and Lashes, here’s last year’s story.
Anna pulled her car onto the gravel driveway and eyed the crumbling mansion with suspicion. It didn’t look like anyone had been in the home for years, and it damned sure didn’t appear to be a good place for a meeting.
“More like a place for a murder,” she murmured to herself. “Or something equally as bad.”
Anna pulled her cell phone from her pocket and glanced at the address she had stored within its memory.
“1313 Spanking Lane,” she said to herself. Anna kept her voice low as she studied the odd address, even though there was no one else nearby. Yet when confronted by the unusual structure, whispering seemed appropriate. “It’s the right address,” she murmured. “But this damn sure doesn’t look like the right house.”
Anna shook her head. The address matched the tip she had received in her e-mail. Yet something was off about the decrepit mansion. “Damn,” she muttered, as she pushed open her car door. “I don’t like it, but I have to check this out.” Anna’s foot crunched into the gravel, and the young agent stood straight beside her car. She eyed the house again for movement, then carefully closed the car door.
Anna was dressed simply: khaki pants, a white blouse and sneakers. She had pulled her blonde hair into a tight ponytail and wore no jewelry. Typically, when Anna received a message at her private email address, it meant that she had a mission. But this particular email hadn’t been specific enough for her to suss out a possible agenda. So rather than her typical attire of a black unitard and camouflage make-up, Anna chose more direct and casual clothing. She figured it was easier to explain why she wasn’t dressed as a spy, than to wear her more normal garb.
The downside of that approach, however, was that Anna was a beautiful woman when she wasn’t trying to hide her identity; she was the kind of woman who stood out in a crowd. People noticed her. Agents don’t like to be noticed.
Even now, in the dimming sunlight, she almost glowed in the dark. Anna knew that she was gorgeous; that she attracted both men and women. But that couldn’t be helped. Indeed, it could turn out to be an asset, she hoped.
Anna glanced at the email that she downloaded to her cell phone. “Go now, to 1313 Spanking Lane. Find a woman named Alice.”
There was nothing more to the email. No names. No identifying marks. The email headers were forged; not at all uncommon in her line of work. She couldn’t trace the email. But then, there was really no need to track the email; only Anna’s handlers had her super-secret Hush mail account.
So when the young agent received the email, she locked her house up tightly and hit the road. Anna always winterized her home before she left on a mission. No telling how long she would be gone. Closing up a house that tightly was expensive, but so was Anna. There weren’t many freelance female agents, so Anna could charge what she wanted. Besides. She was good at her job. As good as any man and more versatile.
Anna shoved her phone into her pocket. Carefully, she approached the house. A sudden gust of wind howled around the edge of the home as she drew near. It whipped a few strands of her blonde hair around Anna’s face. Behind her, the sun edged lower in the sky. Anna looked up and saw a flicker of yellow in a second story window.
“A candle?” Anna wondered. “Hmmm.” Tall and slim, the white candle burned uncertainly in one window, as though a breeze blew through the house. That meant someone was home. Anna crouched and glanced over her shoulder; the sun had dropped below the horizon. Tall trees surrounded the mansion, and the grounds were suddenly gloomy. In her crouch, Anna spidered across the front lawn. She was careful, but Anna knew that she was expected.
The front door creaked open before the young agent could put a hand to the knob. “What the-?” Anna was startled only because there was no one behind the door; no one visible who could have pushed it open. “Shit!” she murmured. “Not good.”
Still, a job was a job. Anna was a well paid agent because she wasn’t easily scared off.
The young blonde stepped onto the porch and looked inside the old three-story home. What she saw beyond the door surprised her.
Outside, the house was a decaying mansion, its prime and grandeur long past. There was a scattering of broken windows, missing shingles and broken drainpipes. The lawn was more field than grass, and the mailbox post was snapped in two.
Anna was ready for the home to be in total disarray – empty, but for a few bats and spiders. But that’s not what she found. The inside of the home was impressive, a lush beauty that belied the crumbling exterior. The foyer glowed with candle light, and the yellow glow flickered off rich, hardwood floors. Above the floors hung paintings of nude women, cavorting with men and satyrs. It all looked almost demonic, with red flickers and painted nudity. And the sounds! Tinkling laughter – definitely that of women – filtered through the home; and from somewhere, a jazz piano.
“This gets stranger and stranger,” Anna murmured. She put a hand into her pocket. Anna rarely used her weapon – a snub-nosed .38 – but she had it with her always, just in case. Anna didn’t mind that it created a gun-like bulge in her pocket. So much the better that people knew she was armed. “Let’s just see what we shall see.”
Anna slipped carefully through the door. Once inside, Anna could see a small sign posted in the hallway: “Alice’s House – Be Good and Enjoy Yourself.”
As Anna read the sign, the door slammed shut behind her.
“Goddammit!” Anna leaped to the door and grabbed the knob with her left hand. With her right hand, she pulled the pistol from her pants. “Open the fucking door!” Anna had the gun out, but there was no one to point it at. She yanked at the door knob. The front door didn’t budge.
“This isn’t funny, goddamnit!” Anna waved the gun around. “Show yourself!”
“She’s a bad girl.” It was a woman’s voice, and it was beside Anna! She whirled to her right and aimed her gun; but there was no one there!
“A very bad girl,” another voice agreed. “Only bad girls have guns.” It came from the other side, and Anna spun again, this time letting go of the door knob. She turned right. Then left. Then she spun in a circle, waving the gun the entire time. “Where are you!?” Anna screamed. “Goddammit! Open the damn door.”
“I bet she came here to steal something.” It was a third voice, and again, it was female.
“Miz Alice will know what to do with her.” It was yet another disembodied female voice .
“Alice!” Anna snarled. “Bring me your Alice,” she snapped. “Bring her now!”
Suddenly, the temperature in the house dropped by about 20 degrees, as a cold breeze swept down the hallway. The gun was snatched from Anna’s hand by invisible forces and Anna’s hands were pinned to her sides.
“That’s Miz Alice,” an older, female voice said. Anna was lifted by unseen hands until her feet dangled above the floor. The young agent kicked the empty air, but connected with nothing. “You girls are right,” Miz Alice said to the unseen voices. “She is a bad girl.”
“Fuck you!” Anna screamed. “Let me go.” Anna kicked again. And again, her foot connected with nothing.
Apparently in response, Anna’s khaki’s were unsnapped and then yanked off her legs. Anna found herself nude below the waist except for her blue silk panties.
“Hold her, girls,” Miz Alice said, still invisible. “I know just what bad girls need.” In front of Anna, a paddle materialized out of thin air with a pop!
“Bad girls need a spanking!”
Anna struggled wildly in the ghostly arms, kicking and flailing. All the while her eyes tracked the two-foot-long paddle as it floated around behind her.
“Yowtch!” Anna screamed.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yow! No! Stop!”
Anna silk panties were yanked to her knees, even as she struggled with her unseen assailants. Her ass was bared, and invisible females giggled all around her.
“Ouch!” Anna yelled again. The swinging paddle was relentless, and Anna’s legs were flailing in mid-air. And though her buttocks burned from the spanking, she felt a different kind of warmth beginning deep in her belly: One set of the ghostly hands had released her and found their way to her pussy.
“Oh, god! No!”
As the paddle rose and fell, the ghostly digits slipped inside of poor, young Anna.
“Stop! No! Don’t! Stop!”
“Apologize!” It was Miz Alice’s disembodied voice issuing the command. “Apologize for swearing!”
At that point, Anna was ready to say almost anything. “All right!” the young agent screamed. “I’ll be good! I promise. I’ll be good!”
The paddle hovered in the air. “You still haven’t apologized for swearing,” Miz Alice said again.
Anna was still suspended in the air, ghostly fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her ass was bright red and her legs were exhausted from kicking. While Anna would say almost anything to get away from a bad situation, she would never apologize for cussing up a storm. That was just part of her nature. “Fuck off!” Anna screamed. “Let me down!”
“Say that you’re sorry!” Miz Alice demanded.
Anna spun in mid-air. Her legs were tired, yet she was still horny. She couldn’t see anyone, but felt another set of hands join the first: four hands stroked her pussy; the paddle rose and fell.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Are you sorry?” the disembodied voice of Ms. Jenkins demanded.
Anna felt herself lowered to the floor. She couldn’t kick, and really didn’t feel like moving. A ghostly mouth was on her breast. Ghostly hands covered her body and masturbated her furiously. She sucked in a breath; the paddle was raised high in the air. Anna felt an orgasm boiling her stomach.
“I’m a good girl,” Anna said through her teeth. “And good girls deserve–” Anna gasped as three fingers slipped deep inside of her and ghostly tongues slathered her body. And in her heart, Anna realized that she really wasn’t quite ready for this other worldly pleasure to end.
“Fuck you, Casper,” Anna said, a wicked grin quirking her lips.