Halloween Pranks

This is a story I wrote last month and had scheduled to be posted the night before Halloween, however I somehow messed up the scheduling aspect and it was never posted. So here is a little belated Halloween story.

Halloween is the best holiday of the year. There is no debating it. There is a slight chill in the air, revitalizing you after long hot summer. Couple that with the parties, the decorations and the sweets and you have a spectacular month of celebrations. And, it is the only time of the year where you can dress up as a complete slut and no one gives you a second look. Well, the creepy guys do, but they always do. Whether you are naughty nurse with two tiny strips of fabric covering the vital areas or a frumpy mother of two with no makeup and in baggy sweats.

All of those points are just icing on the cake to the best part of Halloween, pranks. The “treat” portion of trick or treating is good, but the trick portion is much, much better. There are few things better in life than pulling of the perfect prank. The culmination of a hundred little steps in the look of shock is unlike anything else. The receiver of my pranks where not as always so receptive. As a kid, I just assumed I was grounded from Halloween until about Thanksgiving, and every year it was worth it.

This year I had one of my better pranks planned out. George was going to be out of town on business the week of Halloween, not to return until the morning of the first, which meant the kids were mine. I had yet to pull any of my master pranks on the kids, but it seemed right year to indoctrinate them.

Being four and six, they had yet to understand the intricacies of this wonderful holiday, and instead focused just on the candy. Will had been planning his costume since labor day, building a really good replica of R2D2 out of a trashcan, just some cardboard, paint and a bunch of his dad’s help. George had somehow gotten a copy of the original plans for the studio and helped him build it exactly like the movies.

I took Friday off work to attend Gina’s class party in the morning and then Will’s in the afternoon. They both looked so adorable. Gina had choose a little Cinderella dress with matching plastic “glass” slippers. I swear, half the girls in her class chose to one of the two characters from Frozen. Her party went pretty much as expected, especially when any “sweets” were banned and replaced fruit and veggies. The other mothers actually made a bigger fuss than the kids.

Gina tagged along to Will’s party, which he didn’t particularly like, but it didn’t cause any harm. Will’s class allowed sweets, but only ones acceptable to all kids. This meant gluten free, sugar free, peanut free, round pieces of cardboard were handed out as “cookies.” I almost bust out laughing at the face Gina made when she tried one. Ever the miss manners, she struggled to finish the horrible desert.

After school the kids wanted to immediately go trick or treating, and were quite annoyed when they had to wait three hours, as well as eat dinner. We spent about an hour walking around the neighborhood, with them trying to get candy from every house, insignificant of the porch light being on. At the end, Will wanted to continue, even through he was starting to struggle with carrying his heavy bag of candy.

I poured the candy from their two bags into one big pile on the kitchen island. Holding the big bowl in my left hand, I quickly picked out the good pieces around the edges. Will and Gina watched with baited breath while I sorted out the good candy and the suspicious pieces. I was about a third of the way done when I sat the bowl between them and said “OK, you can choose one piece to eat tonight.”

I turned my head to sort out a few more good pieces and when I looked back, both of the kids were chomping away. I had to glance around the bowl to make sure they had actually removed the wrapper before inhaling the sweet.

After sorting out the suspicious stuff, including a tiny baggie of cut celery, I carefully placed the overflowing bowl into the oven for safe storage. Two pairs of little eyes followed their treasure all the way to it’s storage space, making sure mommy didn’t try and steal any. It was so adorable, and so perfectly naive for my upcoming prank.

After I got the kids in bed, I sent my plan in motion. I had bought a second, big blue bowl yesterday and dug it out of the closet where I had hid it. Removing their candy from the oven, I pull out an old cookie tray and lined it with aluminum foil. I then set the second bowl of candy on the try and returned it to the oven. Cranking it up to 450, I figured the bowl would be a heap of plastic in no time.

I was correct. Fifteen minutes later I had a mushy pile of blue plastic that had the slightest resemblance of a bowl. I pulled it out of the oven and decorated the top with the wrappers of the candy I had ate while waiting for the bowl to melt. It looked perfect mistake. I replaced the melted bowl in the oven when it had cooled down and went to bed, eagerly waiting for morning.

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“MOM! MOM! OUR CANDY!” Will yelled, as he shook me awake.

“Hu? What do you mean?” I said, not immediately realizing what he said in my semi-drozy state.

“Out candy is all gone!” Gina cried beside her brother.

My prank came back in a flash. “No, it’s just in the oven, where you saw me put it last night,” I faked rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“Com’on see!” Will tugged me down to the kitchen, barely allowing me to grab my robe along the way.

“It’s all gone,” Will blubbered, dropping to his knees in front of the open oven. The kids were not supposed to get in the oven without my permission, but that rule had been obviously overlooked before I woke up.

“Oh no, what could have happened?” I faked concern, holding my hand over my mouth to prevent the kids from seeing the grin I knew was going to be overtaking my lips soon.

Will stared at the pile of melted blue plastic, blubbering some nonsense. Gina, on the other hand had quietly stepped back from the bowl, seemly in shock. I did my best to cover the giggle I could feel building inside when I heard Gina in the living room.

“Yes 911 I need help!” Gina cried into the receiver.

“Oh shit!” I mumbled, running for the living room.

“OK, honey, just try to calm down…” I heard coming from the phone as I reached her. I immediately separated Gina and the receiver.

“Sorry, everything’s OK. My daughter just misunderstood something.”

“Ma’am, who is this?” the 911 operator demanded.

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince her that everything was ok and or disregard the crying she heard in the background. I was fearful of police showing up at any minute and busting down our front door.

After getting off the phone, I scolded Gina for her poor usage of 911 then told the kids it was all a big joke. This was the point were I started to think about George’s opinion of my prank. I tried to pacify the kids with some extra candy, but they were still annoyed with my prank that they ratted me out to George when he got home.

And that is why I am here. Nose to the corner, waiting for George to finish a few emails and come upstairs.

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“Come here,” George commands. I scamper over to his side, hoping to go over his knee, rather than be sent over the end of the bed. He sits down on the edge and I start laying myself over his offered lap when he stops me. “Not so fast. Does my baby know why she is being punished?”

His tone is soft and comforting, but reeks of disappointment. It sent a chill through me, and not the good, excited kind, but the “I’m scared of what is going to happen” kind. “Yes, sir” I mumble, looking down at this sock covered feet.

“Good. Then you can go over there and bend over and grab your ankles.” George motions to the center of our bedroom.

I hate getting spanked bending over and grabbing my ankles. It makes me feel like such a naughty little girl. That feeling probably came from the Halloween when we went in paired costumes; I as a naughty school girl and George as the strict headmaster. The sex that night was spectacular, even if it involved him pounding away at my freshly caned bum.

I step to the prescribed spot and reach down for my toes. The once easy task of touching my toes is hindered by my reduced flexibility from age and two children. I feel all the muscles start to strain across my thighs, then up towards the peak of my body. The skin stretches taught as I grab a hold just above my ankles before closing my eyes and waiting. I do not want to know what a waits my bottom.

The whistle of air is the only indication that he has started. I try to brace for the impact but I am a millisecond too late. As is typical, the first stroke overwhelms my senses, as it rushes from my bottom, down my spine to my brain. My eyes flash open as I try to scream, but instead I can gulp for a new breath.

I am more prepared for the second stroke, gritting my teeth and sucking in air as now recognized cane cuts into my bottom. I take the third and fourth strokes as well as the second one. On the fifth one he catches me low one the cheeks and I let out a little squeak. The sixth one is lower still and I let my displeasure with its placement be known through low, drawn-out “ouch!”

George breaks his steady pace. I can feel him moving closer to my hips and I can only think of him taking me from behind. Rather, I am hoping he will take me now. A quiver runs through my pelvis and I’m sure my hips quake.

He dances his fingertips across my stripped bottom and I clench every muscle in my pelvis. “Do you think you have been punished adequately?” George asks, dancing his fingers close and closer to my ache.

“Yessssss,” I coo, hoping he will move south.

“Well, I don’t think so. Another half-dozen seems warranted,” he says, removing his fingers. I groan at his intention to continue, but I know better than to openly complain, especially in my current position. “But first.”

“Ahhh,” I gasp as he touches me again. This is the best part of being naughty.

Indecision leads to mistakes – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series. The first part is “Joining the Competition“.
March 25th, 10:47pm

SWAT! “Owe!” Jessie cried out more from surprise than pain. She had been to focused on the little screen to notice Nate shuffling around in bed to give her a spank through the blankets. The spank sent her into overdrive, exiting the mail app and stuffing the offending device under her pillow.

“What did I tell you about using you phone?” Nate asked, pulling the blankets down her back.

“I’m sorry,” Jessie pleaded as she started to roll over.

“Nut uh, I think you need a reminder,” he chided.

“Awww, but it’s late!” Jessie pouted.

WACK! Nate spanked her panty-clad bottom. “That’s why you shouldn’t be playing on your phone.”

“Honneeyyy,” she whined.

WACK! “Do I need to go over to the dresser?”

“No,” she answered quickly. The dresser meant an implement and she did not think he had one currently within reach. Unless he wanted to use a pillow, which she would eagerly accept.

“Then get those panties down and stop whining,” Nate commanded, sitting fully upright.

“Yes, sir,” Jessie mumbled as she reached down to bare her bottom without getting up. They inverted themselves as she wiggled the undergarment as far down her thighs as her finger tips could reach. With his target exposed, she folded her arms under the pillow where she buried her head. She was in no mood for anything more than his hand, so she focused on holding in any yelps to prevent him from implementing one of their newer rules; making a fuss from a hand spanking automatically earned her the paddle.

Nate started with a few quick, sharp swats, testing the coloration of her white mounds. The quick reddening told him exactly what he had guessed, she hadn’t been spanked enough lately. “Well I can fix that,” he thought to himself, slowing his rhythm to a steady pace of mild swats.

Jessie growled into the pillow when she realized the reduction in intensity. She knew the softer spanks would allow him to keep up the pace forever. Well it would seem like forever to her, as the sting slowly compounded into a mountain. She was half tempted to start fussing about, and get him to give her the paddle or belt in stead. At least they would be over quickly, once he started with them. It was the logical choice, but logic had no room in Jessie’s mind at that moment as the fear of the burn from the paddle or belt filled up all the available space.

Nate spanked away at his wife’s bottom, slowly covering every inch of it three times, before his hand hurt too much. He slapped it down hard in the center and held it in placed, absorbing the heat her skin was radiating. It was hot, though not as hot as he would have preferred. He briefly considered switching hands, but the clock caught his eye. 11:04 was late enough. “Are you going to play on your phone at night again?”

“No,” Jessie mumbled, pulling her head from the pillow to try and look towards him.

“Good, now lets get to bed,” Nate stated, pulling the blankets back over her bottom. He shifted the blankets on his side, sliding down low enough for her to easily hold him. He hadn’t figured out why, but after sex or a spanking, she loved cuddling up close to him and falling asleep.

Jessie wiped the tears from her eyes before rolling on her side, facing Nate. She shimmied her hips backwards as she snuggled up to his chest. Two red cheeks poked out from the blankets, into the cool bedroom air, as the couple drifted off to sleep. The last thing Jessie thought was “I am not getting spanked again soon!”

Round one comes to a close – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series of short stories. The series begins with Joining the Competition.

March 22nd 1:06 AM

Nate was none to happy to get the call at 1 am asking to come pick up his wife. He could tell from her slurred speech on the phone that she had more than a couple drinks this evening, and was at least thankful she called rather than attempted to drive home. Diane only lived a mile away, but there were a few things he considered an absolute no-no.

“Nate, why are you heeear?” Julie exclaimed, opening the front door.

“Ah, I’m here to pick up Jessie.”

“Jessie? Jessie who?” Julie asked, taking half a step back from the door. The glass of pink ice came into view as Nate took half a step into the house.

“My wife,” Nate answered, motioning to his wife sitting on the couch.

“Oh MISS ARIZONA!” Julie squealed, scampering over to the couch. At the name Arizona all the other ladies cheered “Miss Arizona” and Jessie proceeded to finish the remaining 2 shots of blue slush in her glass.

Nate was half a sleep and could already feel a headache coming on. Were they really playing a drinking game based upon team names? He thought there was going to be “adult” supervision tonight. “Where is Jack and the kids?” Nate asked, entering the living room.

“Oh they are at sleepovers and he’s out with the guys,” Diane said, briefly giving Nate her attention before shifting back to the TV.

“Oh Jack, you left them alone with liquor, how foolish!” Nate mumbled to himself as he rubbed his left temple. The hope of grabbing Jessie and going home was quickly dying. “Jessie, you ready to go?” he had to ask twice before getting any response.

Jessie jumped to her feet. “Yup! I’m reeeddy for deploooment!” Jessie thought she was mimicking a soldier, standing at attention, but was swaying so much Nate worried she’d fall over. He didn’t even want to know why she was mimicking a soldier, so long as he got her out the door quickly.

“Come on, lets go home,” Nate said, waving her towards the door. The other ladies whined that he was spoiling their fun, but she said her goodbyes and followed him out to the car.

“Did you know Alice was a virgin until she was twenty one and lost it on her birthday and….” Nate tried to tune out his wife’s rambling. Years ago he learned it was bad idea to listen to her ramblings as she was starting to sober up.

Nate just nodded his head the whole 5 minute drive home and helping her out of the car and into the house.

“Straight to bed when we get home. We can talk about this in the morning,” Nate told her once he locked the house door.

“Yeaaaas, siirrr,” Jessie said, trying to give him big puppy-dog eyes.

—–

Nate considered giving Jessie’s bottom a workout in the morning, but finding her in the bathroom when we woke up changed his mind. He knew she hadn’t had a hangover in years, and this one was in full force. The fact that she hadn’t actually broke any of their rules, and had already planned a full day seemed like punishment enough. It might have been a little mean, but he actually enjoyed the prospect of changing the oil in Jessie’s car and repairing a couple things around the house while she went grocery shopping and stopped by her mothers.

Let the games begin – Spanket

This is part of the Spanket series of stories. The series begins with Joining the Competition.

March 20th 3:42pm

Thursday was one of those days where five o’clock could not come fast enough for Jessie. She had been running late this morning, which lead her to get stuck in traffic on the way to work and basically start the day behind. It was nearly eleven before she got a chance to leave her desk and take a bathroom break.

Sitting in the stall, Jessie fished her phone out of her purse and immediately went to the bracket site. Instead of being greeted with a nice mobile version, she was informed she needed to download the mobile app in order to access to fantasy sports, which included the tourney. Downloading the app required WiFi access, which meant she’d have to wait until she got home. She grumbled the whole way back to her desk, thoroughly annoyed at the lack of information.

The next four hours were nerve-wrecking. She had a lunch meeting, which met she didn’t get to leave for lunch, but at least would get to go home early. She kept thinking through all the possibilities of what might happen. In particular, her mind focused on the simplest unknowns; the other women’s brackets and how well hers had performed so far.

The work day was finally nearing its conclusion, and Jessie was more than ready to leave. She had already cleaned her desk twice and just had Outlook open on her computer to appear like she was still working. Twenty minutes and she would be in her car heading home. Eighteen minutes and she could shut down her workstation. “Seventeen minutes and thirty seconds, twenty nine seconds, twenty eight…” she mumbled to herself watching the clock app count down the time.

“Hey Jessie, you got a moment?” she heard coming from her cubicle’s door behind her.

“The bitch!” Jessie thought. She was a really nice lady, and a great boss, but today she just drove Jessie crazy. This was the third time her boss had interrupted her attempt at a break today. First, right as she was going on her normal morning coffee break, then sucking her into the lunch meeting and now, minutes before she was about to leave. It was probably going to be about fixing some project the interns had screwed up and she’d be lucky to leave before 6.

Jessie spun around to face the older woman, asking “Ah, what do you need?”, as politely as her irritation allowed.

“Do you have the Henderson account documents?”

“Ah, yea they are right here,” Jessie fished out the folder from her outbox and handed it over.

“Good good good. Can you go drop these by their office? They need to get them before the end of the day.”

“Ah ok,” Jessie responded with a smile. Their office was around the corner from her house. She’d get home earlier and score some brownie points with her boss. Win-Win!

“Thanks, I’ll see you in the morning.”

——–

“Honey?” Nate asked, walking into the living room. His wife was sitting on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her, staring at the TV. Her laptop was setting on the coffee table, open to ESPN while a basketball game played on the TV, neither of which he had ever known his wife to be interested in. He was not one to look a gift house in the mouth, and instead of questioning her interest, he slide in next to her on the couch. “So who’s winning?” he asked rhetorically.

“Oh, Michigan state is crushing them. Can you believe it! Dayton beat Ohio state! Good thing I didn’t bet on them going far.” Jessie said reaching for the laptop.

“Bet on them” Nate thought to himself. She must have joined some office bracket pool and had $10 or something ridding on her bracket. His wife had this deep competitive streak to her, that once challenged, she could not let things go until she won. She would get tunnel vision, focusing on the goal. He had occasionally used it to his advantage over the years, but it normally caused more headaches than anything else.

Nate cooked a frozen pizza for them then kicked up his heals and relaxed next to his wife. At evening faded into night, early games were replaced by later games and Nate’s eyes slowly got heavier and heavier. He didn’t even notice dozing off until a shrill yell pierced his dreams.

“What!” Nate said, waking with a start.

“NC state just gave away the damn game!” Jessie responded, leaning forward to be a little closer to the TV.

“What? What time is it?” Nate mumbled once he realized that he was the most imminent danger to his wife. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the clock on the cable box came into view, reading 9:43. “Com’on lets go to bed,” he mumbled, getting up.

“Go ahead, there’s 2 more games,” she waved at him without even looking.

“No, lets go to bed. It’s late and we both got work in the morning,” he said, rounding the back of the couch.

“I’m fine, I’ll be up later.”

Nate paused behind his wife and leaned over the back of the couch, whispering in her hear, “is someone being naughty?”

Jessie knew exactly what he was saying and there was only one acceptable response. Back when their relationship had been young, she regularly used “I’m feeling naughty” as code for wanting sex. Now, the slight variation had turned into their code phrase for getting her bum warmed. Her competitive side put up a fight in her mind, but self-preservation won out.

“No,” she said with a little pout. Turning off the TV, she followed him to the bedroom, carefully keeping him in front of her, less she give him a reason to go through with his veiled threat.

Joining the Competition

I am trying something new over the next three weeks; a series of short parts to a single story based upon the current event. I have no idea where this is going (and if I did, I would be billionaire in 3 weeks 🙂 ).  I’m going to try posting about three times a week, updating the events experienced by the characters as they occur in real time. I hope you enjoy and that I can keep up.

April 12th, 6:02 pm

TICK Tock! The antique grandfather clocked counted out the minutes as she waited. The hardwood paneling accentuated the mechanical rhythm, refocusing her attention to the issue at hand. She had eagerly took the gamble but now, being on the losing end, she rethought her eagerness a month ago. Her foolish pride was going to cost her, and cost her dearly.

The hard wood paneling, the imposing oak desk, the high back chair, it all reminded her the headmistress’ office back at her prep school. Back then she had only ever been in the office for student government meetings. She was glad she never graced that office for a failing, though such experience would have helped her nerves right now. Or maybe knowing would have made it worst.

The creak of the large wooden door behind her startled into a stiff, upright posture. Her heart shifted to high, trying to beet its escape from her chest. “Time to meet my maker,” she mumbled to herself as the other woman strode confidently up to the desk.

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March 17th, 7:34pm

Jessie pondered her response to the email. It was a tempting offer, and one she believed she could handily win. Her alumni mater was a number one seed. She would do fine in the competition, it was the consequences and rewards which caused her pause. Nate and her had joined the society to add a little spice to their romance, but they hadn’t really participated beyond observing others. Nonetheless, the other women had accepted her as one of their own from the first meeting. She had quickly became comfortable talking about anything with them, even if she was too shy to do anything yet.

There was the other fact that no one but Nate had touched her. The couples competitions was completely out of the question, but the girl’s competition was a possibility. Nate wouldn’t have a problem with one of the women touching her on the rare chance that she lost. She actually was curious as to such a situation. The problem would be claiming her reward. She had never been on that end of the equation and was concerned if she could actually do it.

Jessie replied to the email saying she would participate before she could chicken out. The success of her bracket this year now had an extra stake, her bum.