Wolfie Explains That Famous Lois Lane Story! (Urk-- A Rerun?!)

Wow, just like the shows on the big TV networks:  five or six episodes, and I'm already doing a dang rerun!

But this is for Poppy and anyone else who didn't see it at MySpace, or "Spanking Scouts" -- if there's even any interest!  And for those of you who have seen it-- if there's even any interest!-- I'll toss in some new bits, starting with this wonderful collage by the painter known to us as The Spirit!

If you've seen that image around the web, and the letters "WTF?" popped up over your head, I can fill you in here!

First, to add to your enjoyment, a bit about the guys who came up with this!  Writer Otto Binder (rhymes with "cinder") not only had a bunch of science fiction novels out at the time, but he and his brothers had been wheels at Fawcett Comics, the producers of "Captain Marvel" and company.  When comic books began losing money in the mid 50's, Fawcett decided to quit, and as a bonus, could settle the on-and-off lawsuit from the DC company, who kept claiming Captain Marvel was a Superman rip-off. (He wasn't really, but that's another story!)  Both Binder and Fawcett artist Kurt Schaffenberger moved over and began working for DC, bringing some of their whacky Fawcett fun with them!

Ergo, this story, "Three Nights In The Fortress Of Solitude," from "Superman's Girlfriend, Lois Lane," number 14, cover dated January 1960.  (Quiz at the end of the post.)


Everybody wants to read about the wonders and alien pets and stuff Superman keeps in his hidden "Fortress of Solitude," so Superman flies ace reporter Lois up to do that story!  Within the first few panels, Lois "accidentally" exposes herself to deadly outer space rays leaking through a telescope Superman keeps around for plot advancement.

She now has to hide out in the Fortress for three days-- because stepping into sunlight before then will disintegrate her! I hate when that happens!

However-- scheming Lucy Ricardo, I mean, Lois Lane, has actually done this on purpose, to show Superman that his home in the frozen north would be a perfect sanctuary for a little wife!

So, her first night there, she "dons Kryptonian nightwear" (pretty conservative nightgown by SciFi standards, eh?!  I wonder if the Puritan Comics Code Authority at the time influenced that?!) and settles down on what turns out to be a "Kryptonian Floating Bed."  (Labeled so for observant visitors.)  Then something wonky happens with the ventilation:

And, Hot Diggity Dog Diggity, BOOM!

Well, Lois is sure nothing else will happen there-- but several more somethings do, to the point that she is delighted to leave the Fortress and its various dangers, suspicious souvenirs and weird alien fauna and flora at the end of the three days!  

At which point, with Lois wrapped protectively against the frigid Arctic air in his indestructible cape, SuperExpositionMan's thought balloons explain what has happened.  Sure, he may not be the world's greatest detective -- that's Batman!-- but he had suspected mischief!  So he used his Super Voyeur Vision--

And thus our hero, engineering all the other mishaps, escapes blackmail wedlock, making a happy ending for all the young readers who had been writing letters to the editor wanting to see Lois get a good, sound spanking for being a continual pest!  (They really did!!)

And, look at that, he's grinning at that rear-view spankin' just like the rest of us!

Notice, however, Superman's fine moral code (and the aforementioned Comics Code Authority) keeps those X-Rays tuned to the top of Lois's Kryptonian Nightwear, not all the way through to her red, red bottom!
 Now, if that had been Super-Wolfie--!!  Which reminds me of another one of Phil Overbarrel's Springrose birthday cartoons!  But that's another tail.

There's no need to fear! OOOoverbarrel's here!!

My friend Phil "Overbarrel" is the Steven Spielberg of the Poser art world, putting these puppets through paces and puns with a panache I've never seen done anywhere else with that program!  First of all, here's a minor example of his always clever staging:

Next, notice the sensuous textures and lighting here, the subtle twists he gives the figures, and the exquisite expressions!

But best of all-- is his sensahuma!  Overbarrel cartoons are hilarious and horny!  (Or is that "horney?")  Well, anyway, here's one of the opening shots from his 2005 production for Springrose's birthday-- a Tail of the Old West!

That's Wolfie as Wyatt Arf, and Phil as the Old Ager.  The bumfighters square off to see who will win the honor of birthday-spanking Springrose and the rest of the gals at the Long Switch Saloon!  Bat Smackherbum calls Wyatt out, treading across the floorboards with a CLUMP-CHINK!  CLUMP-CHINK!  CLUMP-CHINK!  Wolfie, that, is Wyatt Arf, not having boots and spurs, approaches with a PAD!  PAD!  PAD!

But wait!  Who is that man with no name just lighting his cigar in the corner??!

I love how the redhead automatically throws her hands protectively over her bottom!  And it is indeed Mr. Swingwood who winds up with Springrose over his lap, and then over his shoulder, disappearing up the stairs as she grins giddily!

Now, in the latest Overbarrel show, "Takin' Charge," Clint returns in the role of Ranch Hardin, the new foreman who takes Boss Becky to task, and over his knees!  You can tell this is now the New West, 'cause all the put-upon employees whip out their cell phone cameras!!

Now, If you went to see the latest Harry Potter pic this weekend, here's an Overbarrel creation called, "The Switching Hour!"

And we close with the warmest of season's greetings, the Overbarrel Family Card, 2010!!

Self-Imposed "Discipline & Desire" Quality Control

Here's a wintertime WolfieToon that the members of "Discipline And Desire" enjoyed:

              
            
                             


And here's one that got as far as this pencil workup, and I leaned back, looked at it, and thought, "AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHhhhh, uh, No!"  But it is kinda funny, in a perverse, John Kricfalusi kind of way.

         
                                 

Whew, I'm glad nobody saw that!!

"Dollybums?!" Yep.

In this interview, both Erica Scott and Richard Windsor confessed that, as kids, they tried to understand their budding inclinations by having their dolls spank each other, or by spanking their dolls.  Well, Rich actually spanked a Teddy Bear.  (Holy A.A. Milne!)  I personally know of a fella who had Captain Action™ spank Barbie™ while G.I. Joe™ was off at the war.  This was before she met Ken™.  (By the way, the name of that fella has been withheld so that the innocent will not be found guilty.)

You say you also know of similar cases?  Well, guess what?  It's not as uncommon as you would suppose, nor is it only youngsters.  There's a Flickr group known as Dollybums.  The Web is indeed a weird and wonderous place.  Behold some examples:

I've seen a batch of Mermaid Spanking cartoons, which makes you wonder how it's accomplished, because fish generally are bereft of buttocks.  But if anyone could manage it, it would be another aquatic Creature. 

You think I'd know these characters, but I don't.  Your identifications are welcome. However, as a science fiction movie and cartoon buff I do know these two:

(And if you're unsure, that's Maria from the silent German classic "Metropolis," and Leela from Matt Groening's "Futurama!)   Here's a cousin of mine:

The next one is actually from this Wordpress blog!

I don't know about you, but I think there oughta be a "Toy Story" spin-off!

"That will be enough of that!  Come over here right now!"

Another First

Listen, my children, and you shall hear how Wolfie first paddled his girlfriend's rear!

This is a story from my teens... just after I lost my beloved pet mastodon in the La Brea tar pits.

Okay, that's not true.  We weren't that far west.  Anyway, I was a sophomoric sophomore in high school, and had fallen in love with a rambunctious, green-eyed redhead named Karen.  I had just barely gotten my driver's license and was still crashing into things.  I was also trying to learn the ways of a man with a maid, from proper etiquette to making out.


Karen was, in fact, my first love, brassy and loud and emotional and lots and lots of fun.  She was very much an extrovert, and I was very introverted.  I did manage to show off here and there, mostly on the stage.  In fact, we met in Drama Class.  Seems appropriate.


We both had braces on our teeth at that point, and don't you believe any of the stories you've heard about kids getting their braces locked together kissing.  It can't happen.  Karen and I really, really tried.


One evening, early in our short but dramatic relationship, we were sitting on the couch in her living room, talking and smooching.  Mostly smooching.  Suddenly she decided to get bratty somehow;  I think she hauled off and slapped me across the face.  You know, just horseplay.


Nevertheless, it was my cue for the line from my well-developed fantasies:  "All right, young lady-- you'd better knock it off!"


"Why?" she grinned. "What will you do about it?"

Holey socks, who gave her the script?  Are there women whose fantasies match mine?  Well, hot diggity, let's find out!

"Well-- I could give you a-- a spanking!"  Now, I didn't give that line a very good reading.  It was the first time I'd ever said it out loud, and choked a bit.  But, Jeez Louise, at that point just seeing the erotically-charge word "spanking" on a printed page sent me into a tizzy! 

She didn't immediately react, and, feeling a little embarrassed at being such a kinky pervert, I added, "Well, but, uh, I'd rather do this!" and hugged her close for another kiss.

"Shoot!" Karen retorted, wild mischief sparkling in her eyes, "I'd rather have the spanking!"

Hot damn, I had permission!

"Oookay, then!" I answered, and hauled Karen over my lap;  I think she made some sort of giggling. "Oh No!" faux-protest.  She was wearing white short shorts (another of my favorite fetishes!) and I recall thinking that her bottom looked rather different at this angle than I'd seen it before.

And so I began smacking each side of her round little rear.  Now, I don't remember how many swats I gave her, nor how hard or soft.  I was caught up in the moment, thrilled to be spanking this sassy lass over my lap.  I had spanked my younger sister once before, but that was-- well, that was like spanking your sister.  This was the real deal!

It never occurred to me afterwards, or later, to ever ask her, "So, does getting spanked turn you on?"  I was never secure nor bold enough to ask that question for years and years to follow.


But she did seem to enjoy it at the time!


More kissing and hugging followed, and later on, Karen's mother came home and joined us in the living room.  Then suddenly, Karen, the little brat, chirped to her mom, over my surprise and mortification, "Hey, you know what David did? He spanked me!!"

Before I could recover and mutter anything in self defense, her mom shot back, "Oh, good!  She's needed one of those for a long time now!"

And so, with Mama's Blessing, I spanked Karen as often as I could after that.  Not every day, but frequently.  In fact, her mother happened in on us once, as I was making sure Karen's jeans seat hadn't gotten all dusty.  Mrs. Karen's Mom repeated the line about Karen needing that.

More than that, when another young couple came over to visit later, Ma told 'em all about the spanking!  "I walked in here. and all I saw was that rear up in the air getting swatted!"  Karen more-or-less playfully smacked my face again, and the young lady of the couple visiting told me I should spank Karen more often!

Seems I was fully sanctioned.


Another memorable occasion was in the front seat of the car, in the movie theatre parking lot one night.  Karen had yanked the keys out of the ignition and shoved 'em down her bra.  She was wearing a green floral-print mini-dress with matching green floral-print panties. It was the early 70's, y'know, and we were stylin'!


Now, unless you've done it, you wouldn't think there would be room for spanking in the front car seat, but there is, and I went at it.  I even dared to pull Karen's miniskirt up, although, it had pretty much ridden up over her matching panty-clad bottom by then, anyway.

As I smacked her lovely panty seat, I noticed she was wearing them over her pantyhose.  Whether or not she was wearing any other undergarments besides, I never found out.  I never spanked a bare bottom until I got married.  I was a very proper little Wolfie.  Oh, okay, okay, mostly I was scared.

Well, three or four months after Karen and I began dating, my family moved away.  Karen and I wrote to each other every single day, and I went up to visit just before Christmas-- but by February, that first, fumbling romance was over.  Ah-- C'est la vie!

But there were better romances and spankings ahead!  Probably not as many at a time as Karen got, because I felt like I'd overdone just about everything with her, too much too fast, and wanted to have more solid relationships with the young ladies that followed. 


However-- they all had birthdays...

First Things Third

Say what?  Well, for my third entry, I'm gonna post some of the first, rarely-seen Wolfe cartoons.  There are reasons they are rarely seen, but what the hey.

Not sure how I feel about that one now, called "Grace," but it got quite a few laughs from both the in-crowd and some non-spankos! 

That's one of the quick pencil sketches I had in Arild's Cartoon Spanking Yahoo group.  So is this one:

I went back later and reworked it thus:

And here is my first Avatar, done for a multiple-artist project celebrating the first anniversary of Arild's group!  Compare him with the gray fellow you've seen:

And, of course, one you've already seen around the web;  I've even seen it as some folk's home page picture on MySpace and such, which is funny!  I'd do it a lot better now, but anyone who draws and has the brains God gave geese can say that! 

Erica Scott and Devlin O'Neill star in "The Singing Teacher!"

Okay, that pic's actually from "STAND CORRECTED!"

(Singing) You Made Me Blog Here! I Didn't Wanna Do It! I Didn't Wanna Do It!

Well, okay, maybe I did.

Grrrrreetin's!

Since MySpaz is performing a passive-aggressive suicide, and I enjoy commenting on Erica Scott's blog, and Ye Editor of the outstanding story site (and home of  the weekly WolfieToons), "Discipline And Desire" thought I oughta have one, here is the spankin' new Wolfie Blog.

Will there be stuff on here you haven't seen anywhere else, like on Chross's  Spanking Scouts Forum, or one of my favorite new sites, Spanking Panels, or the very kind reviews I've had from Dave's Cherry Red Report, the Chicago Spanking Review, and Devlin O'Neill's weblog?

Heck if I know, Beany.

I may grab some of the better stuff from the WolfieSpaz page if I can get the frakin' thing to stop freezing up my computer.  At some point I do want to feature Overbarrel's hilarious Poser Pics, and, make a salute to the other artists I had met on the long-gone Arild's Cartoon Spanking Yahoo Group, like Endart, Boom, Dan Rivera, Darth, and others! 

So we'll see (singing again) As Time Goes Byyyy!