Scarecrow III
By A.J. Brown
A sequel to "Scarecrow" and "Scarecrow II"


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It was another hot summer day as Greg stood in the cornfield doing his job as
a scarecrow. The first day Mrs. Miller made him do the job he thought that he
would have to have some kind of luck where the job didn't last but it had been
three weeks and he spent forty hours of his week just standing in that
cornfield being a human scarecrow for Mrs. Miller protecting her crops.

Greg felt a little drizzle and realized it was starting to rain lightly. He
never had thought about it before but he realized in the whole three weeks he
was out there working as a scarecrow that it hadn't rained once. Mrs. Miller
had made Greg's life miserable enough by making him wear heavy clothes out in
the hot field and making him piss in a bucket so he didn't even consider that
she would let him go inside just because it was raining. It looked like he may
get a break, though, when he saw Mrs. Miller walking towards him and waving
for him to go over to the house. It seemed like she wanted him to go inside
but he didn't want to assume that and deal with another one of her punishments
so he pointed to the house seeing if that was what she wanted.

"Yea, go on inside" Mrs. Miller yelled to him. "It's startin' to rain so the
birds probably won't really be out that much anyway. Besides I'm gonna need
yer help with somethin' else." Greg wasn't sure what she needed help with and
figured it was still going to be a pain in the ass but he was glad that he
wasn't going to have to get wet. He jogged towards the house and Mrs. Miller
walked inside. She then stuck her head out the door and waved for him to
hurry.

"Hustle now boy, I said I had a job fer you know get over here quickly and
help me out" she yelled at him. "That's what I'm payin' you for!" It drove
Greg crazy that she constantly referenced the fact that she was paying him
because the five dollars an hour he was making was such an insult in his mind
that he didn't think it should even be counted as pay. He still hustled,
though, not out of fear of being fired but out of fear that old Mrs. Miller
would beat him up again if he didn't do what he was told. He got in the old
house and Mrs. Miller shut the door behind them so they were both inside.

"I need to go to the furniture store and pickup a new table for my here dining
room" she said. "I love this one here that I got but it's gettin' old and I'm
afraid it's gonna collapse right here one of these days so it's 'bout time for
a new one. I wanna use you just to help me carry it into the car so I don't
gotta have one of those store workers do it. Whenever, they help you with
anything these days they always wanna tip and hell if I'm givin' someone even
a dollar just to help me move some table. When I was growin' up you just
helped people 'cause it was the right thing to do not for money all the time."
Greg couldn't believe that this woman was complaining about giving some poor
kid a dollar tip to help her move a table.

"I know you couldn't lift them water buckets out there" she continued. "If I
bring you 'long with me you think you can handle helpin' me carry the table?
It'll be in a box so all you gotta do is grab one end of the box. You think
you can handle that?"

"Of course I can" he snapped back and was angry that she thought he wouldn't
be able to carry a table. The buckets she had were as heavy as hell but he
didn't doubt for a second that he could help her with some table that was
packaged in a box anyway.

"Well don't go snappin' at me there" she said sounding testy. "Last time I
asked you to help me carry somethin' you weren't able to do it so I don't
wanna be payin' you to come out here with me and then find out those puny arms
aren't able to lift the table."

"Well don't worry about it I'll be able to do it" he said trying not to sound
angry even though he was sure that he probably did.

Mrs. Miller pulled her pickup truck that was at least ten years old into the
parking lot of the hardware store where they were going to pick up the table.
They got out of the truck and walked through the parking lot into the store.
Mrs. Miller led Greg to a service desk in a corner of the store.

"Yeah, Miller's my name" she said to the girl at the desk. "I gotta table here
waitin' for me that I'm sposed to be pickin' up. Are you the one I need to
talk to about that?"

"Yes I am" the girl said and she seemed like she wanted to be anywhere besides
working at that hardware store. Greg figured that working there dealing with
people like Mrs. Miller all day must not be a very pleasant job but then he
realized that he would definitely be rather doing that than being Mrs.
Miller's scarecrow in a heartbeat. As they stood there waiting for the girl to
come back with the table Greg started looking around the store. He spotted an
absolutely gorgeous blond haired girl that looked around his age looking at
some potted flowers that they had inside the store. The girl was absolutely
gorgeous. She had long blond hair, a beautiful face, and stunning blue eyes.
She stood at about 5'7 but she had a sexy slender body. She wore a baby-blue
tank top and she had nice slim arms. She wore white long pants and had
extremely long, sexy legs. She wore white, opened-toed, shoes and he could see
that her toenails looked freshly painted. Just being able to look at that girl
made the day a bit better for Greg. He then felt Mrs. Miller lightly nudge him
in the back with her elbow and he turned around to look at her.

"Damn, she's a cutie over there" Mrs. Miller said to Greg softly. "I see you
checkin' her out there. I don't blame you." Greg felt himself blush and he
just kind of nodded and looked towards the ground. The last person that he
wanted to talk to about hot girls with was Mrs. Miller.

"You better get over there and say something to her" Mrs. Miller continued.
"Not often that you see a pretty girl like that standin' all alone. You march
right over there and go ask her for her phone number so you can go ask her out
on a date." Greg couldn't believe what Mrs. Miller had said and he looked
directly at her in shock.

"Are you crazy??" he whispered loudly. "I'm not just going to go up to her
right there and ask her for her phone number."

"And why not?" she asked firmly and put her hands on her hips. Greg figured
the answer to that should have been quite obvious but then he remembered that
he was dealing with Mrs. Miller so she wasn't going to see things the way a
normal person would. He had to tell her something, though.

"What if she has a boyfriend?" he asked.

"If she has a boyfriend she'll let you know that and then you politely walk
away" she said. "She'll be flattered at the fact that you approached her. But
you're not gonna know 'less you ask. Now stop stalling there, boy. You march
your buns right over there and ask that pretty lass on a date or I'll drag you
over to her by the ear and make you do it." That was definitely the last thing
Greg wanted to happen so he supposed that trying to go over and perhaps see if
she'd be interested in him was his best option at that point as nervous as he
was about doing it. He looked at her standing there looking all sexy and tried
to think about what he wanted to say. He figured he'd confess to Mrs. Miller
that he had no idea what to say, hoping that may make her back off.

"I have no idea what to say to her when I walk over there" Greg said quietly.

"Just don't walk over there and try an' be all funny and clever" Mrs. Miller
instructed. "Guys these days think that's always how you have to be but girls
don't like that. Just be basic and get to the point. Tell her you think she's
quite a pretty girl and ask if she'll give you her phone number so you can ask
her out on a date sometime. She'll be flattered by the compliment and she'll
appreciate you not beatin' around the bush as to why you're talkin' to her."
Greg couldn't believe Mrs. Miller actually thought doing that would actually
work and he gave her a skeptical look.

"She'll laugh at me if I walk up there and say that" Greg protested. "Maybe
I'll think of something else to say." Mrs. Miller raised her big fist and
waved it at Greg.

"You walk right up to her and say 'xactly what I told you or else" Mrs. Miller
said impatiently. "I've been on this earth almost three times as long as you
have and I'm a woman and you're tryin' to act like I don't know what women
want to hear? Now get over there and do what I say or I'll drag you over there
by the ear and ask her for you!" Greg just shook his head. He was going to be
severely embarrassed either way so he figured he may as well just go over and
do what she said to prove her wrong.

Feeling completely afraid of the embarrassing act Greg was about to engage in,
he slowly started walking over to the pretty girl. As he walked closer to her
he was amazed at how hot she was. Greg had a lot of really hot girls that had
gone to his college and this girl still would have ranked among the hottest of
them. As he walked closer to her his nervousness began to go away a little
bit. It wasn't because he was feeling more confident about talking to her but
it was just that the more and more he thought about the situation the more
humorous he found it. There he was about to walk up to some smoking hot blond
that probably got hit on by every dumb guy at every party she went to and he
was approaching her at a fucking hardware store with some age-old line that
some old woman told him to use. As he got closer to her and realized that he
would soon be getting shutdown it just amused him more and more and his
nervousness about the situation pretty much went away altogether. This was
going to be a funny story he could share with his friends, that was for sure.
By the time he walked up to the hot girl he was standing straight and tall
with a confident smile on his face. His conversation with her was going to be
amusing he knew that much for sure. He remembered what Mrs. Miller told him to
say because he wanted to make sure he said what she told him to line for line
so she couldn't blame him when it didn't work out. He confidently walked up to
the pretty blond and then she looked up and made eye contact with him.

"Hi" he said to her and his smile was now huge. "I just want to tell you I
think you are an extremely pretty girl. I came over here because I was just
wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me your phone number so I could ask you
out on a date sometime." Greg spoke clearly and confidently the entire time he
spoke to her and he was amazed that he was able to say something so ridiculous
without even stumbling over his words. The blond girl reacted to what Greg
said with a big smile and as he looked at her smile he realized that it didn't
look like the kind of smile where she was making fun of him.

"Yes you may!" she said happily. "I must say I am very impressed. I get dumb
guys approaching me with some of the worst pickup lines I've ever heard that
they have clearly memorized out of a book or something. This is definitely the
first time I've had a guy approach me so confidently, politely, and direct.
I'd love to give you my number." The blond started reaching in her purse and
she pulled out a pen and a paper. Greg was in shock. He wasn't sure if he
should be happy or nervous that this beautiful girl was about to give him her
number. The old lady's advice had actually worked! Now he had to react and be
able to have a conversation with her. He was not prepared for this at all but
he had to think quickly so he could talk to her. She wrote down her number on
the paper and handed it to him.

"I'm Judy" she said. "What's your name?"

"I'm, I'm Gre-Greg" he said stumbling over his words a bit which made him mad
because he had spoken so smoothly before. He felt embarrassed about stuttering
but Judy didn't seem to mind at all and just gave him another smile.

"You're cute" she said. "I look forward to getting a phone call from you."
They smiled at each other and there was a silence that was mildly awkward but
it was interrupted by Mrs. Miller calling to Greg from the counter.

"Greg get over here, boy!" she yelled to him. "Time for you to help me move
this here table." He was embarrassed again that he had Mrs. Miller yelling at
him but once again Judy didn't seem to mind.

"Well looks like you have to go" Judy said with another beautiful smile. "I
hope to hear from you soon." Greg smiled back and then he walked over to Mrs.
Miller. The young girl that was working at the register had brought the table
out on a dolly. Greg looked at the cardboard box that the table was in and saw
that it was much, much bigger than he expected to be. He had envisioned some
light table, especially since Mrs. Miller was the only one that lived there
but the box looked big enough to have a fifty- inch flat screen TV inside. It
looked extremely heavy and Greg had serious doubts that he would be able to
lift it. He looked at the tiny girl that had brought it out on the dolly and
knew there was no possibility of her lifting the large box. Greg walked right
up to the table and felt quite sure that he was going to have a hard time
lifting the box.

"Alright boy, you grab that end and I'll grab this end" Mrs. Miller ordered.
She wasted no time bending down and grabbing her end of the box. Greg stood up
staring at the box doubting that he'd be able to lift it.

"Let's go boy, help me lift this thing" Mrs. Miller said and she snapped her
fingers as she did so. Greg didn't look back to see if Judy was watching this
but he prayed that she wasn't. He bent down and grabbed his end of it. Mrs.
Miller then began lifting her end up and she was able to get it off of the
dolly. Greg then attempted to lift his end of the box up and was not able to
do so at all. The large box felt like it was filled was steel, it was so
heavy, and Greg immediately knew he had no chance of lifting it.

"Well come on boy, you gonna help me with this or what?" she asked
impatiently. She stared at Greg and he attempted to lift the box again but all
that happened was a vein bulged in his forehead and his face became beat red.

"Oh boy, don't tell me that you can't lift this box up" she said sounding
extremely annoyed. "You told me you'd be able to handle this! Are you really
that puny?" Before Greg could answer her he felt that someone had walked up
right next to him. He looked to his left and was extremely embarrassed to see
Judy standing right there. She gave him a smile and it didn't look like she
was mocking him.

"Here, move over please" Judy said to Greg politely. "Let me help you with
this." Greg moved over just a little bit but Judy kind of shoved him out of
the way and grabbed the entire side of the box so she wasn't really just
helping Greg but trying to do all of the work for him. "OK ma'am" she said to
Mrs. Miller. "It's all about bending at the knees and not the back. I'll count
to three and we will both lift it up on three. One, two, three." Judy bent
down and Greg was amazed at how sexy her tight ass looked in the tight, white
pants she was wearing. He then watched in embarrassment as, although she did
struggle a bit, she was able to lift up her end of the box that was too heavy
for Greg to lift. He then looked at her slim arms and now that she was holding
that heavy box he realized that she had some impressive muscle definition in
her arms as well.

"OK where are we going with this, ma'am?" Judy asked to Mrs. Miller.

"Just walk sideways with me out the front door with it" Mrs. Miller said back
speaking loudly. "I gotta maroon pickup truck out there we're taking it to and
putting it in the back. You'll see it when we get out in the parking lot." The
two females carried the heavy table as Greg walked along side of them and
watched them carry the box that he was unable to carry. When they got outside
Greg realized that it wasn't raining anymore and he figured that when he and
Mrs. Miller arrived back at her house he would be made to go stand in the
field again. The three of them walked to Mrs. Miller's truck. Greg looked at
the arms of Judy. They were quite skinny but they did look quite strong. Greg
was impressed but also embarrassed that his arms didn't measure up.

"My you do have some strong lookin' arms there, girl" Mrs. Miller said to
Judy.

"I do have pretty strong arms for a girl" Judy said back and she didn't say it
with any cockiness in her voice whatsoever. "I work out a lot but I've always
been naturally strong. I like to mess with guys sometimes and arm-wrestle
them. A lot of the times I win and they'll get so mad. It's quite funny. So if
you're embarrassed about this Greg, you shouldn't be. There are plenty of
other guys out there that I am stronger than as well."

It still made Greg feel a bit weird that this hot girl was stronger than him
but he had to give Judy credit that she was being quite mature about the
situation and at least doing the best she could to not make him feel stupid.
She really was a classy girl. And he still had her phone number and nothing
had indicated that she wasn't still interested in going on a date with him. He
supposed he should still be happy that Mrs. Miller had set him up with Judy.
Things still seemed good.

"OK, this is my truck right over here" Mrs. Miller said to Judy. "We're going
to just put this here table right in the back. Greg, open the hatch for us,
will ya?" Once again, Greg felt embarrassed that it was pointed out that he
had to be opening the back of the truck for the two ladies but there wasn't a
thing he could do about it. He opened the hatch and both women started to put
the table in the back of the truck.

"I sure am impressed with your muscles, young lass" Mrs. Miller said to Judy
as they finished putting the table in the back. If you ever need some
part-time work just let me know. There's always room for someone strong like
you to help me around the farm. My husband left me with plenty a money so I
pay a good penny for good work."

"Thanks" Judy laughed. "But that's not an offer I'm ever going to accept. I
work as a receptionist right now and that's my kind of job. With all due
respect, I don't see myself ever giving up sitting in the air- conditioning
all day surfing the web and occasionally answering the telephone or taking a
customer's money to go out and work on a farm. Speaking of that though, Greg
what do you do for work?" Greg felt his stomach drop. He wasn't prepared for
that question and he quickly tried to think of something, other than the
truth, to tell Judy that he did since she surely would not be interested in
going out with him if she found out. The problem was Mrs. Miller was right
there and if she heard him lie he wondered if she would make things worse by
correcting his lie right in front of Judy. Then he thought more about it. No,
there was no way Mrs. Miller was that dumb. She was smart enough to get him
hooked up with Judy so she would most certainly be smart enough to realize
that telling the truth about what Greg did for money would ruin all of the
hard work that the two of them had put in to set up Greg on the date with this
hot blond. Before Greg could think about it any longer Mrs. Miller spoke up.

"He works as a scarecrow in my cornfield" she said out loud. "I 'riginally
hired him to help me with some labor around the farm but his puny body wasn't
strong enough so I had to make him be my scarecrow. So he just stands out in
my cornfield all day and pees in a bucket if he has to 'cause he's not allowed
to leave that field, not on my dime." And it was done. Mrs. Miller had said
it. Greg couldn't believe that she said it but she had. He took a look at Judy
and she was doing everything possible to hold back the laughter. She had been
real cool to Greg up to that point but even the coolest of girls wasn't going
to have any respect for a guy that worked as an old lady's scarecrow because
he wasn't strong enough to help her with the work around her farm. Greg was
ready to explode. He couldn't believe Mrs. Miller humiliated him like that in
front of such a beautiful girl that had wanted to go out with him. He looked
at Judy one more time and when he saw the laughter in her eyes he couldn't
refrain from going off on Mrs. Miller.

"Why did you tell her that?" he shouted at Mrs. Miller. "What the hell is
wrong with you, you old bitch?!" Those words seemed like a good idea to say
before he said them but once they came out of his mouth he saw the look of
anger and disbelief on Mrs. Miller's face and realized that he may have made
an already very bad situation much worse. Mrs. Miller's eyes got huge and
although she didn't say anything at first he could tell from the look in her
eyes that she couldn't believe he had just said that to her. And as Greg
thought more about it he couldn't believe that he had said it either. Mrs.
Miller was an old, old-school woman that probably wasn't too keen on the idea
of being disrespected by someone over thirty years younger than she was. More
importantly she was much stronger than Greg was and pushing her patience level
was probably not a good idea. He looked at Mrs. Miller some more and saw her
face getting beat red. Greg was now terrified not only about getting beat up
in front of Judy by an old lady but also about the fact that Mrs. Miller was
probably going to beat him up pretty badly. He looked around and realized
there really wasn't anywhere to run. He had gone to the store with Mrs. Miller
so even if he did decide to run away she could chase him down in her truck and
she would catch up to him eventually. Once again, Mrs. Miller took action
before Greg could think about it any longer.

"You little brat, how dare you say that to me!" Mrs. Miller yelled at Greg.
"Now you get over here!" Mrs. Miller charged at Greg and he stood there like a
deer in headlights. She looked like a wild animal as she charged at him with
her jeans, work boots, and plaid shirt on, with that big body of hers. He felt
if he ran he would just make her that much angrier. She ran at him, grabbed
him by the wrists, threw his flimsy body over her knee, and sat on the hatch
of her truck. She then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his pants and
underwear.

"You no-good little brat!" she yelled. "Who do you think you are, talkin' to
your boss like that? I'm gonna give you a spankin' you'll never forget." When
Greg realized that all he was going to get was a spanking his very next
concern was to see if Judy was still around watching what was going on. As he
lay over Mrs. Miller's knee he looked up to see Judy looking at him with the
most amused look he had ever seen on anyone's face. She definitely thought
that the situation was hilarious and she was going to stand there and watch
every second of it. Greg's looking at Judy was distracted when he felt Mrs.
Miller's large, open hand whack his bare ass. It stung so badly and he
screamed right out there in the parking lot.

"Yeah, you betcha that hurts" Mrs. Miller said. "How dare you say that to your
elder? You're not gonna be able to sit down for a week!" Mrs. Miller slapped
his bare ass two more times and he screamed now with tears coming down his
face. He had been trying with all of his might not to cry in front of Judy but
he figured at that point his crying wasn't really going to make the situation
any worse than it already was so he just let the tears fly. Mrs. Miller
spanked him two more times on his ass and although he was still crying he was
getting a bit used to the pain so he was able to look up to see if Judy was
still there. He looked up again and couldn't believe what he saw. It was the
worst possible situation he could imagine. Judy not only had a huge smile on
her face but she was taking pictures of him getting spanked with her camera
phone. He put his hands over his face to hide it but he could tell that it was
too late and that she had already taken a few pictures. If Judy were to post
those on Facebook Greg would surely never be getting laid again. He thought
about all of the embarrassing pictures of people he had ever seen on the
internet and always wondered how much it would suck to be one of those people
and now there was a good chance he was going to be one. This made him cry more
as Mrs. Miller smacked his ass some more.

A few hours later Greg stood out in the cornfield finishing up his day as a
scarecrow. The weather cleared up and when they got back, since Greg was not
able to help Mrs. Miller unload the table from the back of her truck, she
found someone else to help her and Greg was made to finish up his day being a
scarecrow. It felt like Greg had been in the field for a long time but he
didn't care. For the first time all summer he didn't want to leave the field.
He wanted to stay there forever. He was not excited about facing what life had
ahead of him. He had just experienced one of the most embarrassing situations
one his age could experience and he had no interest in any human contact
whatsoever. Sure enough, as he thought about that, Mrs. Miller walked near the
field and waved for him to come in.

"Alright, come on in, boy" she yelled at him. "Your day is done and you know I
don't want to pay you an extra cent. Come on in now." Greg slowly walked off
the field and then went into the house. He and Mrs. Miller stood in the
kitchen and he waited for his dad to come pick him up.

"Oh your dad called me" Mrs. Miller said. "He won't be able to pick you up
tonight so I'll be driving you home." That was all Greg needed. Going for one
more ride with Mrs. Miller in her truck would cap off his horrible day.

"So you gonna call that pretty girl from today first or what?" Mrs. Miller
asked. Greg was in shock. Mrs. Miller was definitely not ceasing to amaze him
that day. If she really thought that Judy would still go on a date with Greg
after what had happened in the parking lot then he was convinced that Mrs.
Miller had completely lost her marbles.

"Are you nuts??" Greg asked. "She watched you spank me right in front of her.
There's no way she is going to go out with me now!"

"Oh stop bein' a baby already" Mrs. Miller said back. "You were actin' like a
fool and you got yer punishment for it, she knows that. It's no reason not to
ask that purty girl on a date."

"She was taking pictures of it!" he snapped back, desperately trying to
convince Mrs. Miller that calling Judy was not the right move.

"Oh hogwash, she wasn't taking any pictures" Mrs. Miller said dismissively.
"She didn't even have a camera with her. She was just standin' there playin'
with her cell phone probably sendin' those text messages that you kids always
send to each other these days."

"People have cameras on their cell phones" Greg pleaded and he was quickly
losing his patience. "That's what she was doing with her phone."

"Oh, cameras on their phones, that is just baloney" Mrs. Miller said back.

"Everyone has them, look at mine" Greg yelled and he pulled his cell phone out
of his pocket. As he was about to proudly show Mrs. Miller that he had a
camera on his cell phone and prove her wrong, he remembered that he had broken
his previous cell phone recently and had to get a new one. Because of his
current financial instability he had to downgrade to a cell phone that didn't
have a camera.

"Well show it to me, boy, where is this so- called camera you have on your
phone?" she asked impatiently.

"I for-forgot I don't have one anymore" Greg said and he was so frustrated
that he knew Mrs. Miller was definitely not going to believe him once he said
that. "I can't afford it anymore but everyone else has one."

"OK just stop it with the nonsense now" Mrs. Miller said. "Back at the store
you were scared to death to talk to her and it turned out I was right and she
gave you her number so brighten up and realize that I know what I'm doin'. I
saw you put that phone number in your back pocket when she gave it to you so I
know 'xactly where it is. Now man up and call her up and ask her out on a date
or I'll pull that number out of your pocket and call her for you." Once again
Greg was backed into the corner. The only thing that would possibly be more
humiliating than calling up Judy after she saw him get spanked would be Mrs.
Miller calling her so he realized he had no choice but to call her. In the
store he was able to look at the situation as somewhat humorous but he found
nothing humorous about having to make a follow up call to a girl that had seen
him get spanked by an old woman. Regardless, he took his phone and started
dialing Judy's number. As he heard the phone ringing Mrs. Miller walked right
up next to him and put her ear next to the phone. He felt queasy as he heard
the phone ring and he prayed that Judy wouldn't pick up.

"Hello?" Judy said when she picked up the phone. Greg couldn't believe it.
There was no turning back.

"Oh, he-hey Judy this is Greg" he said nervously.

"Uh, Greg who?" she asked kind of laughing and Greg was pretty sure that she
knew exactly who he was. He gave Mrs. Miller another look pleading to let him
end the call but she just motioned her eyebrows for him to continue.

"Fr-from the store today" Greg stuttered out wanting nothing more than for
Judy just to shoot him down so he could end the call. But instead of doing so
she laughed out loud. Greg felt his face get beat red and his palms become
instantly sweaty.

"Wow, I cannot BELIEVE you called me" Judy said back happily. "What's up?"
Greg looked at Mrs. Miller once again and he hoped that by this point she
would realize that Judy was just making fun of him but instead she silently
mouthed "Ask her out" with her lips. The phone call was lasting much longer
than Greg wanted it to so he just proceeded.

"Well, I was wo-wondering if you may wanna hang out sometime" he asked almost
in a mumble.

"What?" Judy asked and Greg knew she heard him.

"I WAS WONDERING IF YOU MAY WANT TO HANG OUT SOMETIME!" he shouted. Judy
laughed again.

"Why don't you come over to my place to hang out now?" Judy asked. "I live
just around the corner from the hardware store in the Adams Apartment complex,
apartment number 30A. Me and my friend Traci are hanging out. We were actually
just talking about you. We were looking at some pictures that we'd LOVE to
show you and maybe after that you can arm- wrestle with us. Traci has even
stronger arms than I do. You can have your boss lady, there, drive you over.
Come on over. We'll be waiting!" Judy giggled loudly one more time and then
hung up the phone. Greg looked at Mrs. Miller in disbelief.

"See, what I tell ya?" Mrs. Miller said. "She's so excited she wants to see
you already. You even got er all giddy and gigglin'".

"Are you crazy???" Greg yelled. "Didn't you listen to her? Her and her friend
want to arm-wrestle me and embarrass me. And they were looking at the pictures
of you spanking me! If I go over there the two of them are going to do nothing
but humiliate the hell out of me! That's why they were giggling!" Mrs. Miller
then walked over to Greg, grabbed him firmly by the wrist, and then smacked
his ass. Even though he had pants on Mrs. Miller still was able to give his
ass a good whack and it brought tears to his eyes.

"Stop yer nonsense, I'm sick of it" Mrs. Miller said. "When a girl your age
wants to arm-wrestle she's just flirtin' with ya and I told you she didn't
take any pictures of you gettin' spanked. She probly forgot about that
already. Now get in the truck so I can drive you over to her apartment or I'll
drag you all the way to her front door if I have to."

Greg had no choice. He walked out to Mrs. Miller's truck and she followed him
out there. As he sat in the passenger seat while Mrs. Miller drove he thought
about how horrible a situation he had ahead of him. The phone call he made to
Judy was only a couple of minutes but it was so incredibly embarrassing that
it felt like ten times that. Now he was going to Judy's for most likely a
couple of hours and she was going to put him through much more embarrassment
than he dealt with on the phone. He dreaded the long and horrible experience
he had ahead of him.

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