Web-Ed’s note: the following story has been subjected to
minimal editing. True to the spirit of the strip, Carrie here is portrayed as an innocent victim of lecherous intentions, but the
author adds an unexpected twist and the villian receives his due justice. We added one of Doc
Cylon’s own “Carrie” illustrations based on an original drawing of Don
Lawrence. For more about the “Carrie”
comic strip, see this page from our
Comics Gallery. To see more of Doctor Cylon’s take on “Carrie”, visit his
gallery here.
CARRIE'S BURNING
BOTTOM!
Based upon Don Lawrence's "Carrie" and written
by Doctor
Cylon.
It was a warm summer day as Carrie, wearing a white bikini bottom, was
sunbathing by the swimming-pool at the apartment building where she lived,
unaware of the nefarious Mister Creosote, a notorious, bible-thumping
Jesus-fanatic fascist, was peering through his window which overlooked the
courtyard.
"That HARLOT!" he hissed, venomously.
"Someone has to teach her a lesson!"
In no time, he made his way to the pool and
burst-onto the scene!
"Scarlet woman, prepare for thy
comeuppance!" he roared as he rolled-up his right sleeve.
Stunned by the sudden intrusion, Carrie froze! To
bad for her, as Mr. Creosote did not.
"Owwwwww! My arm!" wailed the luscious
blonde as he seized her!
"Your arm will be the least of your worries,
missy, when I am finished with you!"
With that, he piled her over his lap, face down, and
proceeded to lower her bikini, revealing a most-succulent alabaster
bottom.
"Mister Creosote! What are you doing?"
gasped Carrie at the whole thing.
Her answer came as a loud, thunderous, brutal SMACK!
to the softest, meatiest part of her right buttock, causing the gelatinous
globe to react violently to the effect of the spank!
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Carrie screamed as she
felt the blood rush to her burning, stinging, gluteal orb of delight!
Pausing momentarily, Mister Creosote admired the
fiery imprint that he left on her beautiful bare bottom. Then, the spanks
rained down as if from a violent storm, rapidly turning her bouncing,
undulating, bucking bare bottom a crisp, hot shade of magenta, giving the
appearance of a bad sunburn as the bawling, hapless girl struggled to no
avail!
"Now, that your naughty bottom has been
suitably chastised, let us lovingly reconcile," stated London's greatest
hypocrite as he released his hold on her and began to unzip!
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as
she placed a knee to his groin! As he doubled over, she toppled him into the
pool and made her way back inside, her reddened, bouncing, quivering,
tensing then relaxing bare bottom a most erotic sight indeed.
By the time Mr. Creosote made his way to the edge of
the pool (he WAS sacked-in the vitals, after all!), he found himself
assisted.
"Thank you, lads." he stated, before
realising who aided him. That's when his blood froze in its very veins!
"Mister Cornelius C. Creosote, I must insist
that you accompany us to the station!" It was two burly bobbies and a
superintendent from the local constabulary.
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