Mario, Pauline, and Donkey Kong in: The Great Ape Escape!
Chapter 5: Family Values and Mom’s Spaghetti
As Mario strolled through the streets of New York, the gentle patter of rain echoed through the air, accompanied by the muffled tones of smooth jazz from a nearby diner.
Mario wasn’t depressed, but he felt that strange sweet melancholy that one can only feel while walking the road to home at dusk.
The moment Mario opened the door to his tenement apartment, he was greeted by an explosion of Italian expressions.
“Ayo! Look who’s here!” boomed Uncle Arthur.
“It’s Jumpman himself!” jeered Uncle Tony.
“Eh?” asked Grandpa, looking confused.
Luigi charged toward Mario and pulled him into a suffocating hug. “Mario! You’re alive!”
Mario started to stammer a question, before the family television caught his eyes. Sure enough, there was the cable news coverage of his rescue of Pauline. At the moment, it was playing grainy footage of Donkey Kong delivering Pauline’s first spanking of the night.
“Yow! Hey Uncle Mario! Ouch!” cried cousin Lin, who was lying bottoms up over Aunt Marie’s lap, getting a spanking. Mario caught a glimpse of Lin’s pink baseball cap as she quickly twisted to glance at him, before looking back at her pink Game Girl Color. At the moment, she didn’t seem overly bothered by the ongoing spanks, at least not enough to put down her game.
“Mario? Thank goodness you made it! We were so worried!” sighed Aunt Marie, as she carried on spanking her daughter at a brisk, unbothered pace.
“I wasn’t worried. Ow! In a good way! I meant that in the good way!” howled cousin Lin.
Luigi harumphed, still clinging to Mario. “Well I was worried! I thought you were a goner for sure! The way you saved that gal was spectacular! …But you really gotta work on protecting your secret identity. We all recognized you as Jumpman right off da’ bat!”
Mario blinked. “Jumpman?”
Mama Mario muted the television, then stood gesturing emphatically with the remote. “That’s right! I felt so proud while watching you fight to rescue that poor girl…but what exactly was that business with you spanking her live on television? I thought I raised you never to hit a lady!”
Mario choked slightly. “Mama mia! That was…an unusual circumstance.”
Mama Mario narrowed her eyes. “What? Was she askin’ for it?”
“Yes–or, rather–she was arguing for it. She was very insistent.”
Instantly, Mama Mario relaxed her mock sternness. “Oh? Well, I can’t say she didn’t deserve it. I wanted to spank her myself every time they replayed that footage of her jumping into Donkey Kong’s arms.”
Aunt Marie landed a hearty clap across the seat of her daughter’s pants. “Amen to that!”
Cousin Lin yelped, before concentrating on her Game Girl screen. It seemed to require a greater effort on her part. “Yikes! Yup! Can’t say that spanking wasn’t totally deserved! Oof!”
Slowly, Papa Mario arose from his usual seat, and trundled toward Mario, every step a reverberating boom. As Luigi looked on nervously, Papa Mario looked Mario right in the eye, and Mario met his father’s gaze. Then papa patted Mario on the shoulder. “Atta’ boy. You did good, kid.”
“Atta boy!” called Granda.
Papa Mario nodded, then stomped back to his seat.
Luigi gestured to the muted television. “Do you wanna’ watch the broadcast with us? They’ve been replaying it after every commercial break!”
As Aunt Marie delivered another sound spank, Lin winced, and looked up from her Game Girl. “Yeah…ow…I can’t wait to watch her get spanked…ooch!”
Aunt Marie paused the spanking, patted her daughter’s behind. “Serves her right…and serves you right. Go fetch me your Grandma’s hairbrush from the bathroom, and we can finish this discussion…properly.”
Lin pouted as she stood up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, excuse me, Princess!”
Aunt Marie waved a finger. “If you want me to bare your bottom before I introduce you to Mr. Hairbrush, feel free to be sassy again, and I’ll be happy to oblige. Would you like a bare-bottomed spanking today, Lin?”
Lin’s eyes popped open, and she shook her head, shielding her bottom nervously. “No, thank you, Ma’am!”
Aunt Marie nodded, then spun her daughter around to face the bathroom. “Then you are excused!”
Then Aunt Marie landed a surprise swat across the seat of her daughter’s pants, sending her running. Lin squeaked and clutched her behind. “Eep! Yes, ma’am!”
Mario set his red hat on the rack, and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think I’m gonna hit the sack!”
Lin poked her head out of the bathroom, looking a bit sheepish as she held the hairbrush. “Sure you don’t want to stay and watch me get the rest of my spanking, Uncle Mario? I’m told I put on quite the show when I take a trip across the knee.”
Mario paused at his bedroom door, which he had shared with Luigi since birth. “I can’t bear to watch it. It breaks my heart to see a gal in trouble. What’d you do, anyway?”
Unable to look him in the eye, Link bowed her head in shame. “Dropped the f-bomb…again.”
Mario sighed, then patted Lin’s head. “Welp…have you tried saying you’re sorry?”
Lin looked up, then held up the wooden hairbrush with a look of dread. “I think I tried that once, but it came out more sarcastic than I meant it to.”
“And are you really sorry?”
Lin glanced at her behind. “I wasn’t before…but I definitely am now.”
“Well, then why not try saying you’re sorry again, but this time, say it like you mean it.”
Lin shuffled her feet. “Okay…I think I can do that…if I try to be brave…like you were with that monster…”
Mario hesitated outside his door. He knew cousin Lin was more nervous about the prospect of a hairbrush spanking than she was letting on. “Sometimes, it’s easier to face something, when you’ve got a friend in your corner.”
Lin sniffled, and cradled the hairbrush against her chest. “I guess so…it’s weird, it’s really embarrassing, getting spanked in front of your cousins, but at the same time…you and Luigi never tease me about it. Would you sit next to me, please?”
Mario released his grip on the door knob. “I’d be honored.”
After Mario escorted Lin back to the living room, he took a seat at the far end of the sofa, while Luigi shuffled to stand nervously at his side, behind the armrest.
Lin approached her mother and offered up the hairbrush. “Mama? I’ve been thinking it over, and I think I might need a spanking on my bare bottom after all. I’m really sorry.”
Aunt Marie and Mario shared a surprised look, before Lin unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them, revealing her “Legend of Zelda” underoos, before she lay across her mother’s lap. “Here. You can bare my bottom now, if you think I need it to help me stop swearing.”
Aunt Marie took a deep breath, and slowly brushed the hairbrush in circles across Lin’s panty-clad behind, smiling sweetly. “Wel! I can see this spanking has already had a positive effect on your attitude... Tell you what, if you’re a good girl, and lie still, I’ll let you off with a spanking across your panties. Does that sound fair?”
Lin’s eyes watered as she twisted to look over her shoulder. “But…don’t bad girls who swear, get spanked on the bare?”
Aunt Marie lightly tapped the hairbrush three times against Lin’s bottom. “That is true. But you’re not really a bad girl, Lin. You said a naughty word, but now that you’ve apologized, I know you’re a good girl, who wants to do better. This spanking is still going to hurt, but it will help you remember to try your best not to use cuss-words. If you do your best to hold still, I won’t bare your bottom, this time. Would you like to hold onto something, while I finish your spanking?”
Lin glanced at her Game Girl Color, then noticed Mario at the end of the sofa. “Uncle Mario? Uncle Luigi? Would you please hold my hands? When something hurts a lot, it helps if I can squeeze someone’s hand.”
Mario silently held out his gloved hand, and let Lin clasp it. Luigi was a bit slower on the uptake, and stumbled forward to offer his hand too.
Warming up her arm, Aunt Marie delivered two experimental swats to Lin’s upturned bottom, one across each butt cheek, before raising the hairbrush high. “Linda Zelda Mario, I don’t ever want to hear you using the f-word ever again. It’s time for your spanking. Are you ready.”
Lin sniffled. But as she looked into her Uncle Mario and Uncle Luigi’s eyes, she managed a pained smile. “Yes, Mama!”
Lin resisted the urge to cry after she felt the first swat of the hairbrush land across her right buttock with a reverberating impact. But after the second spank crashed across her left buttock, her resolve started to crumble, and she melted into tearful cries. Even then, she willed herself not to break down completely, to uncontrolled sobbing.
As the pace of the hairbrush gradually built from slow-and-steady to hot-and-fast, Lin clutched tight to Mario and Luigi’s hands, gritting her teeth.
But finally, the dam broke, and she wailed loud and long.
When it was over, Lin was ordered to sit in timeout until dinner. Lin kissed Mario lightly on the cheek, then Luigi, then marched silently to seat herself on the wooden stool in the corner of the living room. Her fidgeting was proof of the effort it required to endure her discomfort, but when Mama Mario called the family to dinner, Lin was warmly welcomed back to the fold, with a clean slate.
There was lots of spaghetti to go around.
[End of Chapter 5]
