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Poor Clean-up Man... Now he's gone and bruised both of his hands!

Giving the raspberry to the Clean-up Man? Katie will probably pay for that! But not today.

Like his DNA donor, the Armstrong-Xmidh hybrid clone can't resist giving Katie a little pat as she's on her way out.

She's back on earth now... with an adjustable protection space suit!

That's it for this chapter. Next time: What's going to happen when she shows up late for work... with an adjustable protection space suit! (And it looks a lot like the Cat-burglar suit that S.P.A.N.K. provided her with when they sent her out on a mission to steal the Black Bird! I see trouble up ahead!)

I am sure that Bullmoose will insist on Katie being naked for all the spankings he gives her. Whether the SPANK crew can get away with that is another story.

Hi, WillJohn. Thanks for commenting.

willjohn wrote:I am sure that Bullmoose will insist on Katie being naked for all the spankings he gives her.

You're probably right about that.

willjohn wrote:Whether the SPANK crew can get away with that is another story.

She's going to arrive in S.P.A.N.K. headquarters in the next chapter.

If anyone is interested in the background of the Xmidh, I'll give you a short explanation.

First of all, the appearance of the female is based on the idea that when I was young Sci-Fi movies were in black and white and the aliens were "little green men". Then we got our movies in color, but then the aliens became "the Greys". I gave my alien the spindly arms and legs and over-sized head of a Grey, with bright green skin. Also, I decided to draw her with protruding boobs and a big round butt, so that it would be clear that she was a female of her species. (Also, her big round butt came in handy when her hybrid clone decided she needed a spanking! )

On earth, civilizations rise and fall, and I envisioned that happening to the Xmidh. Sometime in the distant past, the Xmidh were technologically advanced, building spaceships that could travel from their faraway home-world to ours, and cloning machines that could bypass the uncertainty of sexual reproduction and natural selection.

Eventually, the cloning machines began to break down and no one of their generation knew how to fix them... but they couldn't return to the old-fashioned way of reproducing, because by then there were no males.

So then, the lone Xmidh of my story went out in search of someone somewhere who was technologically advanced enough to repair her cloning machine, and provide a sample of male DNA that could be spliced into the machine's template and render an approximation of a Xmidh male.

The male hybrid clone she made, using human DNA stolen from Bullmoose Armstrong, has the green skin of a Xmidh (and presumably, is genetically compatible with the Xmidh female) but in many other ways, he has more in common with his Y-chromosome donor.

Will the Xmidh appear again in any of my other stories? I haven't decided yet. It mostly depends on two things: whether I get any more ideas for Xmidh stories, and whether any of you out there WANT to see the Xmidh again. Let me know if you do.

If the Xmidh were visited by Santa Claus would there ever be a case where Rudolf got confused and landed on the Xhidhouse instead of the Xmidh house? (old joke)

willjohn wrote:If the Xmidh were visited by Santa Claus would there ever be a case where Rudolf got confused and landed on the Xhidhouse instead of the Xmidh house? (old joke)

Would Santa visit kids that aren't earthlings? Maybe. If the female Xmidh and her man have kids, they'll be part earthling.

And do the Xmidhs have xhidhouses? I guess they'd have to have somewhere to dispose of their... uhhhh... biological waste materials. Maybe they have a smaller flying saucer following their main one that has a little crescent moon on the door!

How does Rudolf keep making the same mistake every year? Maybe he got that red nose from excessive alcohol consumption?

Was it Katie who was spanked by Elfs and Santa used her red arse as a taillight on his sleigh?

willjohn wrote:Was it Katie who was spanked by Elfs and Santa used her red arse as a taillight on his sleigh?

No. That was EndArt's character, Pamalee. His character and mine were invented at about the same time and have a few things in common. The biggest similarity between Pamalee and Katie, of course, is that they always seem to find themselves in situations that lead to spankings.

EndArt and I had been members of a Yahoogroup at the time, along with Phil Overbarrel and Dan. I think EndArt may have been inspired by Dan's character, Spanky Sal (like I was).

Another inspiration for Pamalee must've been the actress, Pamela Anderson. She looks a lot like her, and there's the similar name. Don't we all wish Pamela Anderson had gotten spanked during an episode of Baywatch?

Here's Pammy getting one of her many spankings: One difference between Pamalee and Katie is that Pamalee is blonde.

I found the last panel of EndArt's North Pole Pamalee story:
In the U.S. some of us call a woman's breasts "headlights", so why shouldn't a bright red freshly-spanked backside be her "taillights"? Right?

Maybe having her bare butt exposed to the cold winter air (at least here in the Northern Hemisphere) helped to cool her off a bit.

Pamalee, of course! It can be a bit hard to keep track of the red-bummed lasses.

Pamalee with your rear so bright won`t you guide my sleigh tonight Great

I do not recall ever watching "Baywatch." I know that the mob that made it wanted to make a series in Sydney but was knocked back so they went to Hawaii.

Also one of the male actors made a horrible mess of Ted Mulry's song "Jump in my Car."

willjohn wrote:I do not recall ever watching "Baywatch."

I watched a few episodes. You didn't miss much. The girls in their skimpy swimsuits were nice to see, but the stories were always pretty hokey. I think if you've ever seen still photos of the female stars in costume, you've seen the best part of the show.

willjohn wrote:I know that the mob that made it wanted to make a series in Sydney but was knocked back so they went to Hawaii.

Any place that has a beach and weather that's warm enough for the women to run around wearing hardly anything.

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