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St: The Hallowe'en Attack of Bigpaw  (Monster/tt, t/tt, spank, sex)
Summary: A Hallowe'en coming of age test becomes an encounter with
Bigpaw with surprising results for three lads.


A Hallowe'en spanking story with a monster and strange events only
explainable as, well, magic.  It is, of course,  fiction.  The version
of the story has sex.  Please remember that my fictional characters can
not contract any diseases like you, my dear readers, can.  Please always
be safe and wear a condom.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.


The Yeti (Abominable Snowman of the Himalayas) in Asia, the Sasquatch
(Bigfoot) in North America, the Yowie in Australia and the Mapinguari in
the Amazon are all the stuff of myths and horror stories.  Well, have
you heard of Bigpaw, the spanking monster?  Well, snuggle down under the
covers this Hollowe'en with your flashlight after good little boys and
girls are suppose to be in Neverneverland with their trick 'n' treat
candy baskets on their dressers while the ghosts and goblins, the
witches and even Bigpaw are out hunting.


The Hallowe'en Attack of Bigpaw
By
Y Lee Coyote

Blake knew that it was going to happen even before he moved to
Littleville, Nowhere.  He would be the new boy in town.  It did not help
that he moved in during Labor Day weekend and school started on Tuesday
-- before he could even start to explore the neighborhood and meet
anyone.

He quickly discovered that at thirteen he was the youngest in the ninth
grade -- instantly making him the lowest of the lowly freshmen.  In just
one PE period he knew that half his classmates were well into puberty
and they knew that he was not.  He played a careful game with his new
peers -- not too aggressive nor too timid.  He played dumb so that he
could get _suckered_ into a fight with one of his classmates, Rex.  Of
course, the guy had all the advantages -- including puberty, height,
weight and even a fan club.  It took him a long time to get the coach to
agree to referee a wrestling match.  Just as he knew he would lose, he
was sure Rex knew that he would win.  That did not matter; that he was
game enough to fight was all that mattered.

He was as ferocious as tigress defending her cubs especially at the
start.  Rex could have pinned him easily but chose to play with him.
Rex scored point after point but Blake kept going.  It was only at the
end when Rex was pinning him that he whispered in his ear: "I like your
spirit, Blake." that he knew for certain that he had done the right
thing.

As he made friends he learnt about _The House_.  Like all small towns,
on the outskirts behind a once white picket fence with a busted gate was
_The House_.  Half the shutters were missing and the other half creaked,
squealed and banged with the breeze.  Several great majestic trees
filled the yard with their red and gold discarded leaves ankle deep by
mid-October.  Of course, there were the stories of murders and ghosts --
of the innocent victims and of the evil perpetrators -- who needed
retribution or release.  Every time Blake's new friends showed him _The
House_ the tales got wilder.  The only thing missing was the Hollywood
poster with Vincent Price or Boris Karloff dripping with splattered,
hot, crimson blood.

And there was that rickety little bridge with several broken planks over
the little creek which was on the town side of the house.  It was a
small bridge, just wide enough for an old baby carriage or wheelchair to
save going around on the road.  But the broken railing gave credence to
other stories of an accident (a most unfortunate mortal fall) or a shove
(a most dastardly murder) on that fateful night almost a century ago
when the great blizzard dumped more than twenty inches of snow on the
little town.  That body was never found.  Did it drift down the mostly
frozen creek to the river and then to the sea?  Did some bridge troll
eat well that night?  Or did the wolves?  Or could Bigpaw have scared
the poor victim into falling or spanked him into confusion?

With Hallowe'en coming there was not any honorable way out for the new
boy in town; the parties would be on the weekend and the trick 'n'
treating on Monday night followed by the ghostly haunting -- after good
little (and not so little) boys and girls were tucked in for school the
next morning.  After helping with the little kids doing trick 'n' treat
would come the test; the ordeal for Blake.  He had to prove he was a
brave man and be in _The House_ at the witching hour or alternatively
shamefully show that he was still a cowardly baby who certainly did not
deserve hair about his little pee-pee.  Normally the test would have
been on his thirteenth birthday but that event had occurred before he
moved to town.

He heard a story at the Hallowe'en party he would have preferred not to.
One kid's uncle really knew how to tell a story; especially a horror
story to send chills up and down youngsters' spines.  Only a
jack-o'-lantern with a tiny candle provided a little, flickering, eerie
light in the room festooned with realistic cobwebs, skeletons, ugly
witches and their familiars.  The story teller began: "A few years ago,
not very far from here there was a horrid event."

<<Sure>>, thought Blake, <<sure there was!>> that story started just like
the ones he heard in camp sitting about the campfire every summer.

He did hear about another terrible creature -- Bigpaw; like his better
known cousin Sasquatch, a.k.a. Bigfoot.  This was totally new to him.
The story teller explained that the monster was huge and strong.
Strangely, it did not eat or rip its victims limb from limb but spanked
them like little naughty kids.  It spanked both kids and grown ups in
the same way -- bared their butts and turned them hot, crimson red and
painful.  Its victims were changed forever.  The details were, SURPRISE,
vague.

The story teller explained that the disappearance almost a century ago
was not the only time the monster had struck.  Of course, this week and
especially Hallowe'en night would be very dangerous to be out after
dark.

Science told him that witches, ghosts and trolls were mythical creatures
and not real.  Folklore said different and, like all legends, he knew
had some basis in fact but now he was too old believe in such things.

His classmates, both friends and especially the others, increasingly
talked of the horrors of the night especially on Monday at school.  It
would be dark for it was night of the new moon.  Blake decided that he
must be brave.  He got a couple of small flashlights that he could hide
under his clothes.

At 11 he got out of bed and quietly dressed.  Prudently, he put on his
heavy clothes, boots and winter coat.  He strapped the extra flashlights
to his calves where they would be hidden.  The temperature had dropped
to under 50° F (10° C) and the wind was howling.  In mid-October, just a
couple of weeks ago it had been a very balmy 77° F (25° C) even into the
evening.  He clambered out his window and then climbed down the trellis;
his parents none the wiser of his departure.  Colby and Wade meet him as
planned and they proceeded to _The House_.  He only had to spend an hour
-- alone with the ghosts and other evil creatures of the night -- in the
house to pass the test.  Failure was not an option for it would mean
scorn and ridicule.

Blake's friends watched him make his way up the path illuminated by the
light of his own flashlight appropriated by Colby on the _safe_ side of
the bridge.  He carefully crossed the shaky bridge and made his way up
the rickety steps.  He thought that surely the whole town could hear the
front door squeal as he forced it open.  Blake had decided that there
was not anything to fear; well except plots by other kids.  He was
certain that ghosts and spirits did *not* exist; certainly not in this
world.  He decided that he might as well explore the place as everyone
else had.  Most noticeable was that there was not much about.  A couple
of broken chairs here and there.  Dust and dirt abounded; if only that
was worth something for he could have filled a couple of trash bags
while he was here.  There were three dirty mattresses in the place along
with lots of empty drinks containers -- beer, wine and booze.  It took
him a little time to realize that in the litter of trash, mixed in with
the food wrappers, were used scumbags -- the first ones that he had ever
seen.

The wind howled and it was indeed chilly but he was dressed for it.
Although the floor creaked with every step he took and so did the stairs
except for the missing third step.  There were not any ghosts that made
themselves known.  Blake explored the entire place most happy that he
had his backup flashlight (and another in reserve).  He looked in every
room; in every closet and even into the attic and cellar.  The coal
fired furnace seemed huge compared to modern oil and gas ones with their
efficient design.  He was actually disappointed at how boring the place
was but that was the price to be one of the gang.

He kept checking his watch.  Finally it was 12:30 and he could leave.
He was sure his friends would be chilled to the bone since they wore
only light clothes.  As he walked out he was sorry that he hadn't
brought a thermos of hot chocolate.  Colby and Wade would  have
especially appreciated it.  Well, too late now.

The door squeaked as loudly as went he had gone in.  The porch steps
still rocked and creaked as he made his way down to the bridge and back
to town.  He was sure that the squeal of the door would have summoned
his friends down to the bridge to meet him.  They were not there.  He
waited five minutes and decided that they had gone home.  A very
sensible idea rather than hanging about in the cold; he started back
home himself.  A couple of owls were hooting.  He could hear small
animals scurrying about but there was still another sound which he
couldn't identify.  It began to remind him of a baby crying.  But at
this hour babies were not about.  Perhaps some wild animal that had been
hurt?  Something else would get a good fresh, hot, meat meal soon; such
is nature.

He turned with the road and was shocked.  There, butt naked draped
across a fallen tree were his two friends.  Their naked butts were
bright red and they were crying.  They were struggling but could not get
up.  He called but they replied -- not!  Without thinking he rushed
forward and gave each of them a shake.

Blake thought that they were trying to respond but they still remained
draped over the log.  They seemed to try to move but couldn't and he
could not see any restraints holding them in place.  They were
responsive but did not make any intelligible sounds.  "A fine mess you
got yourselves in." Blake mused as he considered the problem.  Running
for help did not quite seem to be the thing for it would get them all
into trouble and he did not want his butt looking -- and feeling -- like
those of his buddies.  "You're staying in position like you haven't been
spanked enough."  With that he gave each of them a couple of spanks on
each cheek.  "Is this what you need?" he joked.

Right after Blake gave them those couple of gentle spanks they
responded.  They were still draped over the log but they were now
trusting their red-hot butts out at him. <<It's almost like they want
more spanks.>> thought Blake.  So he gave them several more spanks this
time harder than before.  They continued to thrust their asses out like
they were asking for more.  Blake also sensed a change that the ambience
was now less tense.  He was, naturally, puzzled by all of this.

Then he thought he heard voices.  They were very faint but clear
nevertheless.  They sounded like his friends but they still could not
talk.  It did not matter which way he turned for they always seemed to
be coming from in front of him even if he covered his ears.  Then it
dawned on him -- he was hearing them _inside_ his head.

<<SPANK ME, Blake, You must spank me.>>

He could not resist his friends' pleads and spanked them both even
though their tails were hot and red before he started.  Then they
slumped down and the pleads changed.

<<Enough!  Enough!  Enough!>>

Blake stopped.  They yelped a bit.  But the next response was not
anything that he expected.  They howled and wiggled their hot red butts
like they indeed wanted something else as well.  Blake was far enough
into the beginnings of puberty and being a chronic masturbator that he
noticed that his jeans had gotten tight.  He opened them so that he
could rise to the occasion and be more comfortable as it seemed to be
the right thing to do.  He caressed both sets of hot buns and got the
feeling that his caresses were most welcome.  When his fingers slipped
into their cracks and touched the hidden holes they practically sucked
his fingers in.  He noticed that their holes were slippery; <<Had his
friends been fucked?>> he wondered.

Then inside his head he heard new pleadings. <<Fuck me, Blake, you must
fuck me.>>  As before, although not real voices, they sounded just like
his friends.  He was driven by new urge and moved closer to Wade so that
his rampant shaft seemed to be sniffing at his hole.  Then before he
realized it, he pressed forward and was in his friend.  He loved the
tight hot feeling and began to thrust in and out like a bunny.  He came
but it was still a dry come.  He was not a virgin anymore!  Then he
moved over to Colby and enthusiastically repeated the act.

As soon as he came and withdrew his buds changed.  Then they did not so
much as jump up but slipped down for whatever had been holding them in
place had evanesced without a trace.  They both started to talk but
Blake could not make sense of anything.  He looked all around but there
were not any ropes or anything that could have held them.  After a while
they calmed down enough that Blake could understand one thing:

"IT WAS BIGPAW!"

"BIGPAW GOT US!"

Just like in the story they all had heard just two nights ago at the
party.  Bigpaw that had haunted the path or the town or perhaps the
entire world and soundly spanked its victims.  Bigpaw must only get
those in the open for Blake was spared.

Blake was a bit skeptical of all this.  On the other hand, his friends
had hot red butts and were crying (not that he would ever say that to
them).  They both had older brothers who probably did it.  But why
didn't those guys also go after him also for surely they knew what was
going on that night.  He though of joking about how their butts were
surely warm but what about the rest of them but decided against it.  He
had his own questions -- he heard their voices yet they could not speak.
Had they been faking being held?

He watched as they pulled up their pants as he closed his own before
asking the most obvious question: "Wha' happened?"

"Bigpaw got us!" repeated Colby and Wade agreed.

"Sure, it did.  And Jack Frost will come next week to paint the windows
and Santa, in his sleigh pulled by eight flying reindeer, will bring you
coal for lying.  Did your brothers do this or did you just try to keep
warm?"

"It was Bigpaw, Blake.  Really it was." insisted Colby.

And then Wade continued.  "We waited a while for you to get scared and
run out but you didn't so we took a walk to keep warm.  We rounded the
bend and he was standing in the road.  He must have been nine, no ten
feet (3 meters) tall."

"Huge!  Bigger than a gorilla!  Gigantic like a KODIAK BEAR!"
interjected Colby.

"But he was not a gorilla or a bear or even Chewbacca; he was Bigpaw!"

"Yes, Bigpaw!  We were frozen at the sight of him.  He took a couple of
steps and grabbed us.  I knew instantly that I could not break out of
his powerful grip."

"Me too."

"He dragged us over to the tree where you found us.  We could not move
even when he let go of us.  We stood there like dummies waiting for him
to do what he wanted to do."

"Kill us!  Tear us limb from limb!  Rape us!  Whatever he wanted.  We
couldn't do anything to stop him; nohow; noway."

"He sat down on the log and grabbed my belt and pulled me close.  I
could smell his hot, foul breath as he yanked open my belt and zipper
before shoving my jeans and boxers down to my ankles.  Then he did the
same to Wade."

"I didn't know what he was going to do to us." continued Wade.  "We were
frozen in place with our balls hanging out..."

"...and our butts, too." finished Colby.  He pulled me over his lap
first.  I went as easily as when dad pulled me over his lap when I was a
kid of eight.  He placed a heavy hand on my back to hold me place.  I
could not move so I could not struggle.  Then he spanked me.  He spanked
me hard.  He spanked me long and hard.  His paw hurt like a paddle.

"He's a strong beast!  That's what he did to me also.  A long hard
Bigpaw paw spanking on our bare butts."  Wade paused and Colby did not
interject.  "We were bawling like little kids when he stopped."

"Then he raped us.  We were like you found us and he just fucked us."
admitted Colby.  Blake now understood why their holes had been slippery
and he slipped in so easily.

They both looked ashamed but they knew Blake had found them crying and
fucked.  "We don't have to tell anyone else about that part." he said
magnanimously.  "But why were you over the log and not moving?"

"That's the way he put us and we couldn't move.  We couldn't even yell."

"Not until you spanked and fucked us.

"You must have broken his spell." added Colby.

"Yea." agreed Wade "Broken his spell.  We were paralyzed."

They made their way home and each of them slipped into their beds
without their parents knowing.  In the morning two big brothers were
very incredulous at the explanations they got for the still red butts.

There was no way to hide their apple-red butts in PE class later that
morning.  The claim of a Bigpaw attack were dismissed.  "We're not in
kindergarten any more.  What did you guys do to get your dads so mad?"
was the question.

It was a couple of weeks later that Blake learnt more about what Bigpaw
had done to his friends.  Colby came to him and insisted that they talk
privately and that he swear never to tell before he explained in a low
whisper.  "We did not tell you all about Bigpaw that night.  We did not
believe what he said then but you gotta help me.  Bigpaw said that I
must be spanked when I am naughty until I'm a man.  Dad stopped spanking
me and I'm glad of that not that I like being grounded.  But the Monster
said I would know when I was naughty and needed to be spanked."

Blake was surprised.  "Why didn't you ask Wade to do it since he knows
about this?"

"That's the problem.  He can't do it be it has to be an adult who is in
charge of me."  Colby hesitated and whispered.  "Or you -- because you
freed me from the immobility spell with your spanks and that fuck."

"You mean that I'm your and Wade's official spanker until you're men?"

"I'm afraid so until the spell is broken." said Colby with resignation.

"Do I have to lecture you also?"

"I don't think so because Bigpaw said I would know when it was
sufficient.  Just like I know that I've been naughty enough to have
earned a spanking now."

The realization of what all this meant caused Blake to grin to out grin
even a Cheshire Cat.  He sat down on the bed, grabbed Colby's belt and
pulled him over to him  Then for the first time with great pleasure he
opened Colby's belt, his jeans and along his boxers pushing them all the
way down.  "What happens to naughty boys, Colby?" he asked (trying not
to sound too sarcastic).

"They get spanked, sir.  On their bare bottoms, sir." responded Colby
remembering what he had to say for his father not so many years ago.
Blake pulled the naughty boy over his lap and caressed the target.  It
looked so different than it had after Bigpaw had done its job.  He
raised his hand and brought it down on the target.  He was delighted at
seeing his hand print form in Colby's skin.  Then he proceeded to spank
Colby long and hard.

Colby was quiet for a while then he began to promise to be good; to be a
very good boy forever and forever.  Blake continued to spank until he
noticed that Colby had changed in some way and stopped.  He assumed that
it was the magic letting them both know that it was enough.  He helped
Colby stand and to pull up his pants.

Then Blake pushed Colby down to his knees being surprised that he was so
compliant.  He quickly dropped his own pants and pulled Colby close so
that he could push his hard cock into Colby's month.  Colby, although
inexperienced, did his best at satisfying his friend.  In time he would
become much more proficient.

"Thanks, Blake, I feel better now although my bottom hurts like hell."

"My pleasure, buddy; my pleasure indeed." he replied truly meaning every
word.  "I guess I can expect that Wade will be around soon."  And he was
just two days later, at lunch, Wade asked Blake if he could help him as
he had helped Colby.

How could he refuse to help a good buddy?  So that very afternoon Blake
did what he considered his duty.  Once they were alone, Blake went into
his discipline mode and briefly lectured Wade and made him confess his
misdeed and even ask to be soundly spanked on his bare bottom.  He was
not allowed to call it his _ass_ or _butt_ like a young man.  Blake
considered how bad the _crime_ was and decided to strip Wade completely.
He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.  Then he made Wade remove his
sneakers so that he could remove his jeans after he unbuttoned them.  He
discovered that Wade was wearing tighty-whites.  Blake did not
understand why but he liked the look much better than fashionable
boxers.  Wade showed sign of discomfort as Blake lowered them to his
knees and then let them fall to the floor.

Blake pulled him over his lap.  It was then that realized that he had a
hard-on that got even harder as he studied the still untouched target
before him.  He raised his hand and brought it down hard.  Wade yelped
and he smiled as he watched his hand print form.  Then he spanked him
hard and fast.  The magic spell took a while to indicate that it was
sufficient.  Wade was crying and they both knew that Blake had done a
good spanking job.  Blake rearranged them so that Wade was just
stretched out on the bed and then he opened his own jeans.  He was very
hard and desperately needed some relief.  He noticed that he was oozing
pre-come and along with some spit lubed up his shaft.  Then he got on
top of the sobbing Wade and pressed it in.  It was not as easy as the
first time (after Bigpaw had raped him) but Wade yielded and he was in.

This was his third fuck but it was different.  He came, as always,
promptly but it was not a dry come but his first real ejaculation.  He
was most elated.

Wade regained his composure and as he dressed, thanked Blake for his
help.  Blake told him that it was nothing; buddies always help each
other.  It was a few days later that Blake told Colby and Wade that they
should wear tighty-whities when they come for their spankings for
naughty little boys just don't wear boxers.

Blake was a true friend over the next few years always helping his
buddies whenever they needed him.  That he throughly enjoyed spanking
and fucking them was quite beside the point as he did his duty. As they
all got older they sometimes did things just for the fun of it, although
all of them, but especially Wade and Colby, knew the difference between
a punishment spanking and a play spanking.  Blake always thought that
the sex he received whenever he disciplined his buddies was a sign of
genuine appreciation and they were always so anxious to please him after
they were spanked.

The End

(c) Copyright A.I.L., October 28, 2005



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