Oct 272010

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I knew better. Melanie knew better. There are three things you don’t do in Harvest Creek. You don’t speed on Pumpkin road because that is where the sheriff sets up his speed trap. You don’t let boys grab your tits on the first date cause then they will never stop trying to get in your pants, and most of all, you never cut across Old Man Bruno’s cornfield.

Melanie was hollering something fierce but I didn’t move. She sounded real close. It was hard to tell in this cornfield. Sound travels and at night, every row of corn looks the same. If I went to go help her, I might get even more lost.

That’s what I told myself. As I sat under that big October moon, I told myself that not helping Melanie was the smart thing. I didn’t have to admit that I was one scared girl. Huddled in cold corn, I could pretend that I was just a helpless girl who got lost coming home from the Halloween Party at Jack’s house.

I could also pretend that a fucking scarecrow wasn’t spanking the shit out of my best friend.

It had to be Old Man Bruno. It was the only thing that made sense. Except Old Man Bruno just yelled at you and threatened to sick his dog on you. This was different. This wasn’t right.

Melanie and I were cutting through his farm and we saw the new scarecrow. It looked scary. No, not Halloween scary, but evil. I think the word is sinister. It had a big jack-o-lantern head that was glowing brighter than any candle. Black overalls covered its body but it was shiny like what those perverts wear in music videos. Instead of hanging on the scarecrow cross, it looked like it was relaxing.

“It looks like it is just hanging out,” Melanie had said.

“I don’t like it,” I told her. Scarecrows shouldn’t look like they are leering.

“I want to get a better look,”

Melanie started walking to it. I followed along because what else was I going to do? I was in a hurry to get home. Every one liked my sexy nurse costume but it was freezing to walk around in. Melanie on the other hand was wearing a furry cat suit. That was a much smarter costume. All the boys liked and she got to keep warm.

Hank was supposed to take us home but he was drunk and spending all night trying to cop a feel off that slut, Wendy Gertin. Melanie and I thought we would just walk home instead.

We got like about ten feet away from the scarecrow when it turned its head at us! I screamed, Melanie screamed and then we both laughed.

“It must be one of those automatic things,” she said. “Like that witch that cackled when we got close to it at the party.”

That was when the scarecrow jumped down.

Now we were really screaming. I turned around and ran. I looked behind me and I saw Melanie on the ground. She probably tripped on that stupid tail of hers. The scarecrow was running right for her.

Now I want you to know I am no coward. When Alex Terry used to pull my hair in grade school, I would punch him right in the nose. When that slut Wendy told nasty rumors about me, I walked right up to her in the middle of lunch period and I told her skank ass off. My daddy raised me to stand up for myself and I wasn’t going to let some asshole dressed as a scarecrow harass my friend.

Well that asshole scarecrow was something special. He picked up Melanie by the hair with one fucking hand. Melanie is no light weight. I’m her best friend so I can’t say how much she weighs but I’ll just say that no normal man can pick her up with one hand.

When I saw how strong that scarecrow was, I stopped dead in my tracks. I just stared in disbelief as he put Melanie over his shoulder and pulled her pants down. With one mighty rip, he yanked her pants clean off. Her big ass looked even paler under the moon.

That’s when he started whopping her. He didn’t have hands. He just had straw sticking out and I would have thought that straw wouldn’t hurt but I was so wrong. You could hear that straw cutting through the air as he swung and when he hit Melanie’s ass she screamed like she was on fire.

All I could do was watch. It was just so unbelievable. It was also kind of hot. I mean I ain’t no pervert but that scarecrow looked happy doing what he was doing. He thrashed her bottom with his straw hand and even from where I was standing I could see her bottom was turning red. Shoot, I know my ass had never been as touched as much as Melanie’s was tonight.

As for Melanie, she was screaming and carrying on but she wasn’t fighting much. She kicked her legs a little and pounded on its back but mostly she was just yelling. Momma would wash my mouth out for saying it but I wouldn’t be at all surprise if she was a little wet.

Anyway, that mean scarecrow finally noticed me. He looked me up and down and I knew I was in trouble. I was wearing white stockings and a short mini skirt. I was pretty much asking for a spanking.

So I ran. I ran and I didn’t look back. I don’t think the scarecrow chased me. I heard Melanie start screaming again and I knew he was spanking her. I dropped down in the corn and just hid.

The screaming became a little different. It sounded a little weird. It sounded like groans.

It sounded a little like se was having sex. Well, the closest thing I have to compare it to was when the school caught Wendy giving a blowjob to Owen Mitchel in the bathroom. It sounded a lot like the noises Owen was making except it was Melanie’s voice.

So here I sit. Too scared to see if Melanie needs help, and too scared to get up and try to go home. I am so glad that I am not her right now and yet for some reason, I’m a bit jealous. All I can do is wait. At some point that scarecrow has got to let Melanie go. I mean, you would think, right?

Man, I am never cutting across Old Man Bruno’s cornfield again.

  4 Responses to “Fiction: Halloween Whupping”

  1. How naughty! Enjoyed this creative romp through the cornfield.

    Poor Melanie! :P


  2. Lilith- Poor,poor Melanie.

  3. Serena- Yikes indeed.

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