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America Need A Spanking
Chapter Two

Authors Notes: I own nothing.

England sat patiently, waiting for his former colony to get home. He had a bag of belts sitting next to him which he contemplated using on the younger man for his punishment. Upon receiving a call from a very angry France and a weeping Canada saying that the capitalist country had nearly murdered him with a baseball an hour ago, England was more than happy to punish the over 200 year old nation.
Maybe I should just use my hand, those belts just seem so cruel, England thought pushing the bag of offending belts away from where he was sitting.
It had been several weeks since America shyly gave the older man permission to spank him behind closed doors and he gratefully agreed at the time, but now he wasn't so confident. At the meeting, England had pulled him over his knee out of extreme anger and pent up frustration over the years. With twenty or thirty blows to the boys backside England had let out over two centuries worth of frustration and anguish, but now he was at peace with everything. He didn't know if he could punish America again the way he did before.
He would never admit it, but he was starting to see America as an adult, especially after their love confessions to each other at the world meeting. How was he supposed to spank someone who he bedded with with as an equal, consenting adult? Well, spanking in the bedroom could be fun if consensual, but actually punishing a lover like a 1950's housewife? It didn't seem fair. However, America does have some childish qualities and he did give him permission, so he was going to try.
America sauntered through the door, feeling confident and cocky about beating his Canadian brother in a game of catch. He wasn't expecting to see England waiting for him in a plush arm chair like an expecting parent of a teenaged delinquent. None the less, he smiled not knowing what was coming to him.
"Hey baby~ Were you waiting for me?" America asked maneuvering to sit on England's lap. He knew that look of disappointment on England's face well, and wanted to butter him up as much as possible. The Brit squirmed in his seat, loving the feeling of the younger nation sitting on his lap.
England forced a fake smile as much as he could to lure the younger nation into a false sense of security. "Oh yes darling, I've been waiting for at least an hour."
Resisting the urge to bounce America up and down on his knee playfully, he began to push the ex colony off of him to keep all of his blood from going down south. America only persisted, and buried in head into England's chest. Snuggling into the broad rib cage cutely, America looked up at his former mentor with big doe eyes. "Does that mean we're going to make love?"
The younger nation began to plant sweet kisses onto the Brit's blushing cheeks and full lips. As America began to work on the Brit's neck and ears, England began to moaned and coo at the feeling of having the younger nations pouting lips all over his sensitive areas.
Oh God, I can't do this, he's just so cute, he thought cupping the younger nations voluptuous behind in his wide wide hands, and kneading the flesh. Rubbing his hands up and down the Brit's chest, America began sucking on the older mans Adam's apple gently. Oh bloody hell, he's being so adorable tonight... It's a pity I'm going to have to stop him, England thought once more, putting his hands on the younger colonies chest. Pushing America back just a bit, England looked the blushing nation in the eyes.
"America, you've been a bad boy today love, I'm going to have to punish you..." The Brit said in all seriousness. Cocking his head like a curious puppy, America obviously couldn't read the atmosphere in any situation.
"Oh~ I get it we're playing a game." he laughed obnoxiously, then put on his best submissive face. "Oh yes, England I've been a very naughty boy..." he moaned wantonly, causing the older nation to blush even harder.
The site of America calling himself a naughty boy made England even more aroused. That would surely be a game they'd play in the near by future, but right now he had a job to do. "America, I'm being serious lad, I just received a call from France and Canada saying that you severely injured him with a baseball."
America's eyes widened. So that was the look of disappointment, he thought becoming angry at his brother for ratting him out. "Canada's just a weakling England, I beat him fair and square!"
"That's not the point dear, you should have thrown it softer so Canada could have fun and not get hurt! He also said you insulted him and called his grandmother 'hot'."
"England you know I don't know my own strength, and I was just kidding around with him! Besides..." America raised his arm to pull back the white sleeve covering it, to reveal a tiny red mark. "He hit me a lot of times, look at how red it is!"
England resisted the urge to kiss the almost non existent mark and America's pouting lips. He couldn't give in the younger nation or he'd never learn anything. Although, he knew that sometimes America didn't know his own strength, but that gave him no excuse to hurt and insult the poor Canadian even after he told him to throw it softer.
"I'm sorry lad, but that's no excuse. I'm going to have to spank you America."
Remembering the meeting, America backed away slowly hoping to make a break for it. Before he could even blink England had him by the wrist and was bending him over his knee once more. "Now, now lad you gave me permission to do this remember?"
America pouted. "I thought you were only going to do it in the bedroom, not about some stupid ball game. You're probably just using this as an excuse. You know all you have to do is ask me if you want to..."
England shook his head. "No poppet, this is no excuse. You need to be punished!" with that England pulled down the American's pants to reveal the same voluptuous ass he was massaging a minute ago. Oh goodness, how he loved looking at that big, full, behind, but he knew now was not the time to be praising it. Now was the time to be spanking it.
Letting his hard as steel hands come down upon America's vulnerable skin, he earned a yelp of surprise from the naughty younger country. After that, the Brit laid down many smacks to the jiggling, pink, arse of his American lover.
"Tell me what you did wrong!" England yelled, his anger returning instantly as he whooped him.
America rested his head upon the arm rest of the plush chair, with a pissy look on his face, obviously not amused. "I didn't do anything wrong, piss off!" he yelled becoming defensive as he started to struggle.
England gritted his teeth at the rude behavior. This obviously worked better in public, the humiliation was a better punishment than the actual spanking, England thought increasing the strength of his blows. "America, you'd better start addressing with some goddamn respect!"
America rolled his eyes even though the pain was burning like fire. He wasn't going to let England know that it hurt though, his pride was too great for that. "Ohhhh~ England spank me harder daddy." he taunted the Brit, going just a little too far by calling him 'daddy'. "It just feels so good!"
England's hand stalled for just a moment, blushing from those words and feeling a tad bit awkward at what America had called him. Shaking his head out of frustration, England cleared his thoughts. No, he's just trying to get to you England, just ignore it, he thought himself grabbing a belt from the bag he'd kicked aside earlier. He had no other choice.
Looping the belt so only the leather side would smack America's behind, England made sure there were no metal decorations that could truly harm the younger nation. He wanted to only punish him after all, not disfigure him. Upon catching a glimpse of the offending leather belt, America began to struggle even more, true terror entering his mind. England has to be bluffing, he wouldn't whoop me with a belt would he, America thought moving against the older nations iron arm that was holding him down onto his lap. The ex colonies thoughts were short lived as England brought down the leather belt with a loud crack.
"Ow! England you can't be- Ow! Dammit that hurts!"
"Stop it with that potty mouth America, I don't like to hear you cuss!"
"You hypocrite- Ow!" America was trembling, tears rolling down his face. Angry that he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, the younger nation began to curse at the older nation even more.
"You son of a bitch!" Crack! "Ah! Why can't you fucking see-" Crack. "-my side?" America wept like a baby as England laid down a cascade of cracks with the belt.
"I." Crack. "Did not." Crack. "Raise." Crack. "A delinquent!"
America felt a pang in his chest as England chastised him with the stinging, leather belt. He hated when England was disappointed in him. It made him feel like less of a strong nation and more like a naughty little imp who needed a spanking.
"Wahhh ha ha..." America began to sob like a child, causing the Brit's eyes to soften. "England please stop, I'm sorry I was bad! I promise I'll apologize to Canada!"
Ceasing his blows, England gently laid the belt on the floor and began to rub soothing circles onto both of the nation blood red cheeks. He felt guilty once again for reducing the American to tears, but deep in his heart he knew he deserved it. Playfully, he smirked and pinched the red cheek mischievously, only to have America whimper.
Raising up from his degrading position, America situated himself on England's lap and wrapped his arms around England's neck. "I'm sorry..." he whined kissing the mans cheeks sweetly, tears still pouring down his face. "England... England..." he whimpered sweetly.
Oh I love when he gets like this, England thought holding the younger nation. I love how he only shows this sweet, innocent, side to me.
"Come on love, lets go to the bed room."
America nodded shyly, blushing upon recognizing another look in his former mentors eyes. It reminded America of a pirate, desperate to conquer everything in his path. The sight excited him more than anything. It almost made him forget about the stinging in his arse. Almost.
"Be gentle, I'm really sore." America whimpered
England's eyes soften at the pleading look in America's eyes. "Of course love, come now and let England take care of you~"
Stumbling after the Brit with jello-like legs, America bit his lip in anticipation. This was going to be a long night him and his stinging ass would never forget.

Description
America Need A Spanking
Chapter Two

Authors Notes: I own nothing.

England sat patiently, waiting for his former colony to get home. He had a bag of belts sitting next to him which he contemplated using on the younger man for his punishment. Upon receiving a call from a very angry France and a weeping Canada saying that the capitalist country had nearly murdered him with a baseball an hour ago, England was more than happy to punish the over 200 year old nation.
Maybe I should just use my hand, those belts just seem so cruel, England thought pushing the bag of offending belts away from where he was sitting.
It had been several weeks since America shyly gave the older man permission to spank him behind closed doors and he gratefully agreed at the time, but now he wasn't so confident. At the meeting, England had pulled him over his knee out of extreme anger and pent up frustration over the years. With twenty or thirty blows to the boys backside England had let out over two centuries worth of frustration and anguish, but now he was at peace with everything. He didn't know if he could punish America again the way he did before.
He would never admit it, but he was starting to see America as an adult, especially after their love confessions to each other at the world meeting. How was he supposed to spank someone who he bedded with with as an equal, consenting adult? Well, spanking in the bedroom could be fun if consensual, but actually punishing a lover like a 1950's housewife? It didn't seem fair. However, America does have some childish qualities and he did give him permission, so he was going to try.
America sauntered through the door, feeling confident and cocky about beating his Canadian brother in a game of catch. He wasn't expecting to see England waiting for him in a plush arm chair like an expecting parent of a teenaged delinquent. None the less, he smiled not knowing what was coming to him.
"Hey baby~ Were you waiting for me?" America asked maneuvering to sit on England's lap. He knew that look of disappointment on England's face well, and wanted to butter him up as much as possible. The Brit squirmed in his seat, loving the feeling of the younger nation sitting on his lap.
England forced a fake smile as much as he could to lure the younger nation into a false sense of security. "Oh yes darling, I've been waiting for at least an hour."
Resisting the urge to bounce America up and down on his knee playfully, he began to push the ex colony off of him to keep all of his blood from going down south. America only persisted, and buried in head into England's chest. Snuggling into the broad rib cage cutely, America looked up at his former mentor with big doe eyes. "Does that mean we're going to make love?"
The younger nation began to plant sweet kisses onto the Brit's blushing cheeks and full lips. As America began to work on the Brit's neck and ears, England began to moaned and coo at the feeling of having the younger nations pouting lips all over his sensitive areas.
Oh God, I can't do this, he's just so cute, he thought cupping the younger nations voluptuous behind in his wide wide hands, and kneading the flesh. Rubbing his hands up and down the Brit's chest, America began sucking on the older mans Adam's apple gently. Oh bloody hell, he's being so adorable tonight... It's a pity I'm going to have to stop him, England thought once more, putting his hands on the younger colonies chest. Pushing America back just a bit, England looked the blushing nation in the eyes.
"America, you've been a bad boy today love, I'm going to have to punish you..." The Brit said in all seriousness. Cocking his head like a curious puppy, America obviously couldn't read the atmosphere in any situation.
"Oh~ I get it we're playing a game." he laughed obnoxiously, then put on his best submissive face. "Oh yes, England I've been a very naughty boy..." he moaned wantonly, causing the older nation to blush even harder.
The site of America calling himself a naughty boy made England even more aroused. That would surely be a game they'd play in the near by future, but right now he had a job to do. "America, I'm being serious lad, I just received a call from France and Canada saying that you severely injured him with a baseball."
America's eyes widened. So that was the look of disappointment, he thought becoming angry at his brother for ratting him out. "Canada's just a weakling England, I beat him fair and square!"
"That's not the point dear, you should have thrown it softer so Canada could have fun and not get hurt! He also said you insulted him and called his grandmother 'hot'."
"England you know I don't know my own strength, and I was just kidding around with him! Besides..." America raised his arm to pull back the white sleeve covering it, to reveal a tiny red mark. "He hit me a lot of times, look at how red it is!"
England resisted the urge to kiss the almost non existent mark and America's pouting lips. He couldn't give in the younger nation or he'd never learn anything. Although, he knew that sometimes America didn't know his own strength, but that gave him no excuse to hurt and insult the poor Canadian even after he told him to throw it softer.
"I'm sorry lad, but that's no excuse. I'm going to have to spank you America."
Remembering the meeting, America backed away slowly hoping to make a break for it. Before he could even blink England had him by the wrist and was bending him over his knee once more. "Now, now lad you gave me permission to do this remember?"
America pouted. "I thought you were only going to do it in the bedroom, not about some stupid ball game. You're probably just using this as an excuse. You know all you have to do is ask me if you want to..."
England shook his head. "No poppet, this is no excuse. You need to be punished!" with that England pulled down the American's pants to reveal the same voluptuous ass he was massaging a minute ago. Oh goodness, how he loved looking at that big, full, behind, but he knew now was not the time to be praising it. Now was the time to be spanking it.
Letting his hard as steel hands come down upon America's vulnerable skin, he earned a yelp of surprise from the naughty younger country. After that, the Brit laid down many smacks to the jiggling, pink, arse of his American lover.
"Tell me what you did wrong!" England yelled, his anger returning instantly as he whooped him.
America rested his head upon the arm rest of the plush chair, with a pissy look on his face, obviously not amused. "I didn't do anything wrong, piss off!" he yelled becoming defensive as he started to struggle.
England gritted his teeth at the rude behavior. This obviously worked better in public, the humiliation was a better punishment than the actual spanking, England thought increasing the strength of his blows. "America, you'd better start addressing with some goddamn respect!"
America rolled his eyes even though the pain was burning like fire. He wasn't going to let England know that it hurt though, his pride was too great for that. "Ohhhh~ England spank me harder daddy." he taunted the Brit, going just a little too far by calling him 'daddy'. "It just feels so good!"
England's hand stalled for just a moment, blushing from those words and feeling a tad bit awkward at what America had called him. Shaking his head out of frustration, England cleared his thoughts. No, he's just trying to get to you England, just ignore it, he thought himself grabbing a belt from the bag he'd kicked aside earlier. He had no other choice.
Looping the belt so only the leather side would smack America's behind, England made sure there were no metal decorations that could truly harm the younger nation. He wanted to only punish him after all, not disfigure him. Upon catching a glimpse of the offending leather belt, America began to struggle even more, true terror entering his mind. England has to be bluffing, he wouldn't whoop me with a belt would he, America thought moving against the older nations iron arm that was holding him down onto his lap. The ex colonies thoughts were short lived as England brought down the leather belt with a loud crack.
"Ow! England you can't be- Ow! Dammit that hurts!"
"Stop it with that potty mouth America, I don't like to hear you cuss!"
"You hypocrite- Ow!" America was trembling, tears rolling down his face. Angry that he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, the younger nation began to curse at the older nation even more.
"You son of a bitch!" Crack! "Ah! Why can't you fucking see-" Crack. "-my side?" America wept like a baby as England laid down a cascade of cracks with the belt.
"I." Crack. "Did not." Crack. "Raise." Crack. "A delinquent!"
America felt a pang in his chest as England chastised him with the stinging, leather belt. He hated when England was disappointed in him. It made him feel like less of a strong nation and more like a naughty little imp who needed a spanking.
"Wahhh ha ha..." America began to sob like a child, causing the Brit's eyes to soften. "England please stop, I'm sorry I was bad! I promise I'll apologize to Canada!"
Ceasing his blows, England gently laid the belt on the floor and began to rub soothing circles onto both of the nation blood red cheeks. He felt guilty once again for reducing the American to tears, but deep in his heart he knew he deserved it. Playfully, he smirked and pinched the red cheek mischievously, only to have America whimper.
Raising up from his degrading position, America situated himself on England's lap and wrapped his arms around England's neck. "I'm sorry..." he whined kissing the mans cheeks sweetly, tears still pouring down his face. "England... England..." he whimpered sweetly.
Oh I love when he gets like this, England thought holding the younger nation. I love how he only shows this sweet, innocent, side to me.
"Come on love, lets go to the bed room."
America nodded shyly, blushing upon recognizing another look in his former mentors eyes. It reminded America of a pirate, desperate to conquer everything in his path. The sight excited him more than anything. It almost made him forget about the stinging in his arse. Almost.
"Be gentle, I'm really sore." America whimpered
England's eyes soften at the pleading look in America's eyes. "Of course love, come now and let England take care of you~"
Stumbling after the Brit with jello-like legs, America bit his lip in anticipation. This was going to be a long night him and his stinging ass would never forget.