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 Popeyes
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 Blutos 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 bears 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. Ive
got Sweepea, and Im holdin him fer ransom. I
want one half of that treasure you found on Cannibal
Island. If I dont 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 Olives head appear in the window, and at the
last remark she screamed and swooned.
Every hour that I dont get the treasure, this blasted
kidll 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 Im jokin heres 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 Stevens backside
leaving it bare.
Steven couldnt see Popeye (all he could see was
Blutos legs and the bottom of the rowboat) but he could
hear Popeye holler. No, ya cant 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 didnt even feel the pain
of it for a moment, just the impact. Blutos 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 Blutos 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