Spanking In Comicbookland - P4

Author: Sandy Writer8322@aol.com

Bluto scooped Steven up under one arm and started to climb out of  the window with the boy.  Steven looked back from his dangling position and saw Popeye, followed by Olive Oyl, burst into the room.   Popeye jerked to a stop at seeing Bluto escaping with Steven/Sweetpea and Olive promptly crashed into Popeye’s back.   Steven had just time to see Olive crash to the floor, before Bluto was through the window and climbing down a ladder at the back of the house.

Steven felt very precarious, hanging from under Bluto’s arm especially as he was hanging three stories above ground.   As Bluto clambered down the ladder, which kept swinging in a very dizzying way, Steven had to cope with vertigo and the aroma of the bearded bear’s arm pit.  Both of them contributed to a very upsetting few  moments.

Popeye was now at the upper window calling down:

“Bluto!  Ya scurvy bilge rat.  Lets go of me little boy kid!”

Bluto had now reached he bottom of the ladder which ended up in a little bay at the very bottom of the house.  A rowboat had been hastily anchored there, and Bluto now transferred Steven from under his arm to the crook of his arm and untied the boat. 

“Avast, Popeye!” Bluto growled.  “I’ve got Sweepea, and I’m holdin’ him fer ransom.  I want one half of that treasure you found on Cannibal Island.  If I don’t get, then Sweepea will be subjected to ‘the torture’!”  Bluto had hastily rowed the boat quite far from shore.  His bulging arms were as good as an outboard motor, Steven thought.

Steven saw Olive’s head appear in the window, and at the last remark she screamed and swooned.

“Every hour that I don’t get the treasure, this blasted kid’ll be spanked and put to bed without his supper.   Har! Har!”

“No!” Popeye wailed.  “Not the torture!!  Ya scurvey, blackbearded, pirate....give me back me kid!” Popeye  started through the window.

“Every hour, Popeye until I get that treasure! And just in case ya think I’m jokin’ here’s a little sample to motivate you.”

Bluto swung Steven around and put him across his brawny knees.  Then he ruthlessly ripped open the bottom of the christening gown and pulled it up over Steven’s backside leaving it bare. 

Steven couldn’t see Popeye (all he could see was Bluto’s legs and the bottom of the rowboat) but he could hear Popeye holler.  “No, ya can’t wallop him on his little bare rump!”

“Wanna bet?!” Bluto snarled, and he began to give Steven his fifth spanking of the day.   The first spank  was such, that Steven didn’t even feel the pain of it for a moment, just the impact.  Bluto’s hand on his bare bottom felt like being walloped with a hamhock.  Then, after the concussion had swept throughhim, the familiar burning took over and Steven howled.

POW!   POW!  POW!

Bluto delivered only four spanks, but it was enough to cause Steven to burst into tears.  Of course, his bottom was still tender from his previous punishments, but Bluto’s palm was serious business.

Bluto lifted Steven off of his lap and held him up for Popeye to see.   Steven cooperated by continuing to cry loudly and lustily.   Through his tears, he could see Popeye jumping up and down in rage and frustration. 

And this is what hes gonna get every hour, plus bed without supper! Bluto laughed.  He turned Steven around and pulled up the back of the christening gown so Popeye could get a good look at the boys red tail.

Popeye howled when he saw it.  Thats my liddle boy kid, he shouted.  Im his pappy.  Im the only one whats got a right to wallop im.  Popeye paused.  And how can you put him to bed without no supper every hour, ya darned ijjit!!

I dont know, Bluto bellowed back, but Im gonna keep on doin it.  Itll come around to his real suppertime sooner or later, and then hell go without it!!

Bluto plunked the still-howling Steven on one of his knees and took up the oars again.   So long, ya one eyed swab! Bluto called to Popeye.  Remember, if I dont get that treasure in one hour, Ill tenderize his backside again.  Har!  Har!  Har!

Bluto howled with laughter, Steven just howled......and Popeye reached into the front of his sailor tunic.   Steven stopped crying, and Bluto stopped rowing.  From some invisible source, some life soundtrack, there suddenly came a most familiar musical phrase.   If someone had sung the lyrics that went with that phrase, they  would have been a quickened version of:

Im Popeye, the Sailor Man......
Im Popeye, the Sailor Man.....
Im strong to the finich,
Cause I eats me spinach.
Im Popeye, the Sailor Man.

As the music played, the one-eyed sailor burst open the can of spinach that had been hidden in his tunic and poured the green, leafy mass down  his open mouth.

This action was followed by more music.  This time, the unspoken words would have been:

Three cheers for the red, white and blue......

To the musical accompaniment, Popeye made a muscle which bulged as no other muscle had ever bulged.  Within that muscle, one could discern the outlines of a battle cruiser heading out to do serious combat.   Popeye extended one massive arm and then the other.  As Steven and Bluto watched in stunned amazement, Popeyes fists began to spin on his wrists like massive propellers.  The sailor shot off the boardwalk  and into the water that lapped against his cover. 

Now, there was a streak just below the waters surface and Steven thought, Hes turned into a human torpedo.

Bluto had seen this transformation before and knew that it did not bode well for him.   He began rowing with increased vigor and, indeed, the rowboat fairly leaped across the water.   BUT, it was no match for the force of energy shooting toward it. 

The Popeye torpedo went under the boat and lifted it right out of the water.  Just as if he were Superman, Popeye turned around and, with the rowboat, on  his back went rocketing back toward the cove. 

In a panicked frenzy, Bluto seized the canvas bag with Steven in it and hastily took the boy out of the sack.   Holding Steven face down in the palm of one giant hand, Bluto lifted the christening gown and held his palm over Stevens bared bottom.

Okay, Popeye, Bluto roared threateningly.   The boat had docked and Popeye had leaped up out of the water, fists doubled.   Ya take one step in my direction and Ill spank yer kid right into the middle of next week.

Stevens little bare bottom wriggled in horrid anticipation of being spanked into the middle of next week, but it never happened.  With a superhuman burst of speech, Popeye shot forward and delivered an atomic uppercut to Blutos bearded jaw.  The hairy giant left the ground and shot up into the sky like a rocket.  Steven shot up with him, but with a slightly different trajectory.

Bluto hastily disappeared from site, and Steven found himself arcing over the water.  Help!  Popeye save me! Steven cried out, as he saw the sailors anguished form receding on the shore.  But at that moment someone else reached out and plucked Steven from the air.

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Uncle Mike! Steven cried out.   His Uncle was sitting on the side of his bed with his hand on the boys shoulder.

Hey, tiger, cried yourself to sleep, did you?  Mike said.

His nephew sat up and impulsively threw his arms around his Uncles neck.  Mike grinned and held the boy for a moment.

Boy, Uncle Mike, you should have seen the dream I had.  It was really wild!

No kidding!  Youll have to tell me all about it at dinner, but how about taking care of those chores now?  What do ya say, champ?

Yessir, Uncle Mike! Steven said jumping right up. 

Mike looked at the boy in surprise.   He had expected Steven to comply, particularly after the spanking Mike had administered, but this enthusiastic reaction hadnt been anticipated.

Im gonna clean up those comics and do everything  you wanted me to do, Uncle Mike, Steven said.  And if you think of any other chores just let me know.

Wow!  Whats this all about?  Mike asked suspiciously.

Nothing, Steven said, reaching back and rubbing his backside.  Sometimes you just realize how lucky you are!  I love you Uncle Mike!

I love you too squirt! Mike said.

He watched his nephew heading toward the door of the room and gaped at the boy in surprise.  Was he imagining it, or was there a reddish glow surrounding the seat of his nephews pants!!!

THE END