Blair's Howls!

Chapter One:

Blair and Randy both now eighteen years-old had both reached the eclectic haunted house by train from New York City. The stop was just across the Hudson Valley railroad bridge near the country station. Roger traveled in a separate compartment on the train from the college girls. He took the Pumpkinhead mask out of his worn leather briefcase that was under the bed. Once outside at the country rail station, he put it on and stealthily moved up behind Blair who was dressed as Sabrina The Teenage Witch. She was with her college friends from Eastland on the sidewalk. Roger held a scythe made of plywood in his hands.

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The haunted house was located among the trees in Oak Hollow. Its main feature was a

columned, high-ceiling ballroom for the Witches, Goblins and Monsters Halloween

Party. It overlooked the mighty oak trees on the outskirts of a green grassy meadow,

framed by a split-rail fence. From where Art sat, he could view the pretty, long blonde-

haired college coed swish and sway her round, shapely bottom packed into tight orange pants.

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Later that night, he saw that same young woman perched almost on her hands and

knees on the floor. he recognized it was Blair in a curtsey position. In a show of

respect to her friend's efforts, she was on bent knee with one foot in front of the other.

Her orange-gold-and-brown-print blouse had ridden up baring the upper part of her butt

cheeks. Blair's position showed her panty line, too. He dearly wanted to reach out

and do more than touch those cheeks. Art wanted to swat them and do it hard enough

for her to feel it.

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Two of Blair's classmates were sitting on a lounge sofa, watching her as they took

pictures. While Blair's back was facing me, the curves of her body were visible, and

her bottom looked well-rounded. Oh, how he wished it could be painted a ruby red.

Suddenly, there was a brown out. There had been several over the past two weeks, as

the local electric utility repaired the Peekskill Hollow substation that connected it to the main

New York Central line. It was the perfect cover for what he had in mind. All he could see

was Blair's backside shadow, partially bent just off the dance floor.

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With her two Eastland School friends busy trying to get the lights restored using the

stations emergency generator, he made his move, assured of his anonymity behind the

Pumpkinhead mask. It was orange full-faced and made of latex. Roger reached out and hit

the offered flesh that had teased him with her visible panty line over the many months

with a wooden yardstick-sized scythe. The scythe was an old farm instrument made for

reaping large quantities of a stock with a single swing.

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Roger took aim at the shapely bottom before him. He proceeded with an application of

brisk swats to the lovely backside of Blair, the young woman, who had agreed to go

to homecoming with him, and then only to back out when her friends laughed at her.

The noise of the swats was drowned out by the Garret's Coffee House jam van. Since it

was a converted bread truck, it was big enough to have a generator on board. It was

parked in the garage opening, used by bands, on the far end of the massive ornate

ballroom.

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Those cheeks had to have burned like fire! However, for Roger, the reward was the

a high-pitched feminine unladylike fart. Blair was mortified and continued to squeal as her sudden paddling continued unabated. Mortal tears and squeals. Roger really lit her up!

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The last volley of swats of the paddle burned and made the impromptu spanking, one

Blair would remember for a long time. When her cohorts finally got the lights back on,

he found himself looking at the generously heart-shaped bottom in front of him dressed

in the naughty pants bottoms with a panty line. It was time to beat a fast retreat out of

the Witches, Goblins and Monsters Halloween party, while he still could get out with his

skin intact.

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Then, just as Roger started to leave, there was this moment when Blair turned her head

around quickly and her blonde bangs slid from around her face. She had had the most

satisfying reaction, he could have hoped for at the moment. She smiled as if nothing was

wrong. However, Blair did reach back and rub her butt. Then her fingers moved the

panty seams across the seat of her tight orange pants and orange-brown-and-gold-print

blouse. The teen's bottom did an erotic dance. Plus, as a bonus, all of the movement

caused the top of her butt crack to be visible.

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While he did not have the light of his cell phone, the ones provided from Hudson Bell

were the best and had a bright light on them. Enough of the Halloween partygoers had

lit up their screens like they would do at a concert. Suddenly, Roger had enough

illumination to see the end of Blair's curtsey, which had further tightened her pants

bottom. Blair then had her panties visible from behind.

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The paddling had taken Blair by surprise that was sure; however, her response was

atypical and blended into the rock music, hoots, and hollers. The nineteen-year-old

remained quiet about her spanking from Pumpkinhead. Actually, the lady rocked her

burning butt back and forth to the beat of the music.

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A while later, Art noticed that Blair was walking a little funny, bowlegged when she

went to the ladies room. Roger imagined she would take the opportunity to check her

bottom to see how red it was after her paddling at the Halloween party.

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Blair went into one of the empty toilet stalls, pulled down her orange pants and bikini

briefs, so she could see her usually white butt in her makeup mirror. It was a burgundy red with

white-hot rings on each cheek.

What Art didn't know was Jo had told her that Roger was going to be dressed as

Pumpkinhead for the Halloween party. Blair took the burn in stride, and didn't

mention the masked man's actions to her friends, or other classmates, at the party.

However, it was Halloween, and she was set on delivering her own trick.