Spanking In Comicbookland - P2
Author: Sandy Writer8322@aol.com
Before taking Steven down into the heart of the city, he considerately landed on a rooftop, took off his cape, and wrapped Steven up in it.
Superman grinned as he picked the boy up again, “We certainly don’t want to get you arrested for indecent exposure, do we y oungster?”
Steven was in awe of the figure that held him, “Golly, no, Superman,” he said, not even realizing that he had fallen into the narrative style of 50’s DC comics.
Superman flew Steven down into the heart of Metropolis. It was hard for Steven to take in the city, he was so busy being thrilled with the flying and his closeness to the most famous superhero of all time.
“This is so cool!” Steven thought. “I wonder if I could be Superman’s new pal. Maybe Jimmy Olsen got a different job!!”
Superman had landed in front of a large department store. Impressive stone letters carved over twelve revolving doors said that the store’s name was “Stacey’s.” Steven cringed a little, but didn’t say anything.
A crowd had gathered the minute Superman had landed and there were constant murmurs of “Look, it’s Superman!” “He must have saved that boy.” “Poor little kid.”
One little boy broke through the crowd with an autograph book. The book had a striped t-shirt and blue shorts on. His hair was combed back in a big greasy looking pompadour.
“Can I have your autograph,Superman? Please!” the boy pleaded.
Steven wrinkled his nose in disgust. What did the kid do, walk around with that stinking book??
“Of course, son,” Superman said. He tousled the boy’s hair and said, “How would you like me to sign it with my x-ray vision?”
“Jeeper, would you, Superman?”
“Open to any page,” the Man of Steel said.
The boy opened the book, and Steven saw Superman stare down at it intently.
Red beams of light shot from the hero’s eyes and the word “Superman” materialized in incendiary letters on the page.
“Wowee!” the boy chirped. Steven thought he might be ill.
“Now to get you some trousers, young man,” Superman said, smiling at the boy in his arms.
Steven smiled nervously. “I think you can put me down, Superman. I’m okay as long as I can hold on to your cape.”
Superman smiled patiently and put the boy down. Then he took Steven’s hand and escorted him through the revolving doors.
Shoppers in “Stacey’s” created the same furor as the people on the street. Superman nodded his head to all comers, smiling his ‘beacon-of-strength-and-truth’ grin, and took Steven up an escalator to the children’s department.
An attractive saleswoman practically leaped over a clothesrack to wait on the Man of Steel and several other saleswomen whispered bad words at her.
The woman smiled sweetly at Superman and gently wiped the corners of her lipsticked mouth. “May I help you?” she sighed.
“Yes, thank you,” Superman said. He indicated Steven, “This youngster was in a nasty accident and needs a new pair of pants. I want to get him a good sturdy pair of dungarees.”
“Dungarees??!!” Steven thought. “What are those??”
The woman lead Superman toward a section of the store where they sold Levi’s. “Oh,” Steven thought, “that’s what they are!”
Steven noticed that the Saleswoman was doing more than showing off pants, she was gently tapping Superman’s might chest and telling him something personal. Steven sighed. It might take a long time before he had pants on again.
Suddenly, a face peered out of a rotating circular jacket rack. It was the face of an elfin man wearing a green derby. The hair that showed from under the derby was white, but the man’s face was ageless.
“Hey, kid,” the man said.
“What?”
“What are you doin’ wrapped up in Musclehead’s cape?”
Steven bristled at the disrespect. “I had an accident,” he said simply.
“Right,” the little guy laughed. “Any day you wind up with the Man of Mud is an accident.” He stepped out of the clothes rack. Steven saw that he was wearing a short sleeve green costume with yellow hoops around his shoulders and very short green tights. They reminded him of Robin’s pants from the Batman comics. His legs were in tight yellow tights and he wore green pointy-toed slippers. Actually, he looked a lot like one of Santa’s elves....except for the derby of course.
“Who are you?” Steven asked.
“A buddy,” the little man said, taking Steven’s hand and pumping it warmly. “Myxyzptlk’s the name. Mr. Myxyzptlk.”
Steven heard the name, but he knew he would never be able to repeat it.
“Hey, junior. Wanna have some fun with Stupidman?!”
“He’s not stupid....” Steven started to say, but before he could finish, the little man had flashed away with a blur of movement. Steven looked all around and suddenly saw him sitting Turkish style on top of the rotating spinning rack.
“Hey, kid. Watch this!” The rack started to turn, it turned faster and faster with a whirring noise. Suddenly hangers began to drop off.
“Hey, cut it out,” Steven said. He rushed over to try and stop the rack. He tried to grab it as it spun around. Now clothes were flying all over the place.
As he reached for the rack, Steven heard the Saleswoman scream. “Oh, no. Look at my display, these clothes are ruined!”
Suddenly, Steven was swooped off the ground, so suddenly that the cape he had wrapped around himself fell away. Superman held him in front of his face.
“Steven, I’m ashamed of you,” the Man of Steel said.
“But I......”
“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to punish you for that, son. You’ve earned yourself a super-spanking.”
Superman sat down and put Steven across his knees. He placed one hand lighly on the boy’s back and riased the other palm over his bottom. “I’ll administer a super-controlled spanking, so you won’t be injured,” Superman explained.
It might have been super-controlled, but to Steven it felt worse than anythng he had ever experienced. Superman’s mighty palm rose and fell in a blur of spanking movement.
PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!
“Oooooooowwwwwwww!” Steven howled.
PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!
Steven bawled as his little bare bottom received the third spanking of the day. His backside was quickly bright red and shiny as the Man of Steel administered a thorough correction.
PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!PAM!
“Hey, big boy, whatcha doin’ with my little boy kid? Huh?”
Superman upheld his palm, and Steven, turned his tear-streaked face to see who was there.
Standing beside Superman, fisted hands on his hips, was a sailor. He wore tight-fitting white sailor pant with bell bottoms and a white tunic with a short blue-fringed collar that hung halfway down his back. He had a sailor’s cap jauntily perched on his bald head and a corn-cob pipe sticking out of the most prominat clef-chinned jaw in the world. As if that wasn’t enough of a give-away, Steven caught a glimpse of the wildest, brawniest forearms in all creation. Each was ornamented with a tatoo of an anchor.
“I sez to ya. Whatcha doin’ to my little boy kid?” Popeye the Sailor squinted through one eye and smoke clouded over his pipe.
Superman lifted Steven off his knee. “I’m sorry, sir, but this lad was in sore need of a correction.”
“Yeah, well if there’s any kerrectin’ to be done,” Popeye poked his own chest with his thumb, “this swabby’ll do it hisself. Come on, Sweepee.”
Popeye scooped Steven up in one arm and headed down an aisle with him. Steven heard the voice of the Saleswoman say indignantly. “Who’s going to pay for this mess?!”
Popeye carried Steven toward another escalator and onto it.
“’scuse me Popeye,” Steven said, hardly knowing what to say in the circumstances. “But I think you’ve got me confused with someone else. I’m not Sweetpea!”
Popeye chortled. “Yar! Yar! Yar! Course ya are. Don’t ya think I’d know me own little boy kid, when I see him.”
Popeye opened his one eye wide and gaped at Steven. He laughed again and hugged Steven to his chest. “You is me own little boy kid who I loves and cherishes.” Then his face got serious. “What did ya do, boy kid, to earn yerself a shelacking from that chump?”
Steven blushed. Popeye looked stern and his gruff, hoarse voice didn’t sound like it wanted to hear any excuses.
“I didn’t do anything, I promise,”Steven said. “There was this little guy who.....”
The escalator reached its destination and Popeye stepped off. “Save it,” the sailor said. “First I gots to get ya somethin’ to wear.”
Steven saw that they had stepped out into a section labeled “Baby Clothes.”
“Huh!!”
Popeye strode purposely toward a rack and jerked a white ‘thing’ from a hanger. He laughed his gruff laugh again.
“Per-fick!” he chortled. Hastily, the sailor put Steven down and then, in almost as quick a blur as Superman, he pulled off every stitch of Steven’s clothes leaving him standing naked in the aisle.
“Hey!!”
Then Popeye pulled the white garmed over Steven’s head and helped work his arms through the sleeves.
Steven gaped down at himself. He was standing in the middle of a department store in the longest christening gown in the world.
Popeye effortessly picked him up in one of his big forearms again. “Now yer looks like me own little boy again.” He hugged the be-gowned Steven and headed for checkout.
(to be continued)