It's early Sunday afternoon and there's a strangely heavy feel to the air. Coco assumes it must just be humidity, but the day hasn't been especially warm, and usually it's warm when it's humid... But the sun has finally emerged after hiding behind clouds all morning, and Coco decides to make the most of it and head into the wilderness for a walk and a read. So what if there's a weird feeling in the air? Or is it more a sense of foreboding... Whatever it is, silly intuitions like this are usually just that - silly. And they shouldn't stop one from going about one's business.
Coco meanders her way into an older part of the woodland near her house and finds a dilapidated picnic table where she can sit and read her book. It's somewhat flattering to call it a picnic table, really. It's little more than a thin, mossy skeleton of timber now, and Coco is almost surprised when the seat doesn't break beneath her. She tucks a towel under her bottom to stop the damp wood from wetting her new pair of leggings.
She's thoroughly enjoying her new book. It has all manner of mystical creatures, some fair and some not-so-fair. Coco always finds the not-so-fair creatures significantly more interesting than those that are pure and pretty. She'll take a story about some grungy, gangly swamp-monster over a pleasant frog prince any day of the week. No doubt about it. You need some darkness, messiness and intrigue in your life, and what better than some wild and whacky creatures in wild and whacky stories.
Once Coco has had enough reading, she commences her journey home, but decides to take a different route so she can enjoy more scenery. That heavy feeling in the air hasn't dissipated - if anything, oddly, it has increased! But there's also a coziness to it, somehow. It certainly enriched the atmosphere of Coco's story. She almost feels as though she's in a story herself - as though she stumbled into the pages of her book. The scenery has a seriously mystical look to it today.
After climbing a rocky slope between the trees, Coco is confronted by something that rips the breath from her lungs. No, it's not a spanking booth this time. It's something much more peculiar. Something that fits a little better with the heaviness of today's air. On the ground in front of her is an old gym chair, a sign that reads “Anonymous Fun”, and a table on which Coco can see various disciplinary devices, a pair of handcuffs, and a large steel helmet. Today just keeps getting stranger and stranger.
Coco supposes that someone is supposed to pop that helmet on, and wait for someone to appear who'll use the implements on the helmet-wearer. Well, if Coco can take a spanking booth, then she can surely dive headfirst into this new devilry as well. What better way to end the day than to become an anonymous toy for someone's amusement, and hopefully have a nice cathartic experience along the way.
Coco puts her book down, places the helmet on her head, and waits.
In this Halloween special clip, Coco takes an otk spanking from a werewolf over her leggings and on her bare bottom. She is then spanked in wheelbarrow position and kneeling on the gym chair. She then takes the strap, the crop and a black cane. The metal helmet she puts on is affectionately referred to as "the slut helmet".
