Sidecar [3a/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:30:29 UTC
While at first, Arthur was mostly teasing Al while honestly wanting to give him a little lesson, he felt his short temper tested with those drunken and insolent comments. It wasn't as if he was never called an old man, but Alfred should have known that to do so right now was to be treading on thin ice. How he missed the days when Alfred wouldn't dare but call him sir as soon as he was in trouble! Unknown to Alfred, the young man had just signed himself up for a longer session over Arthur's knees than he had thought. He was a little big for Arthur’s lap now, but it had been a good length of time since he'd given the American nation the punishment he so deserved-and much more often than he got it! With one hand he brushed up the back of Al's shirt so that it didn't fall to cover any bit of those perfect, plump cheeks of his. So beautiful... Alfred sucked in a breath when he felt his bottom being exposed completely, tensing up involuntarily in anticipation. Arthur wasn’t quite finished with his lecture yet, however, as he still hadn’
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Sidecar [3b/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:31:35 UTC
It had only taken Arthur a moment to switch the position of the spoon, and he next smack had come in the form of holding the spoon portion in his palm, letting the long handle create a welt on that already sore bottom instead, and oh, that little cry was worth it! Alfred had been wiggling a bit and breathing heavily, but nothing was as good as that cry. 'How do I know my punishment's working if you don't make a sound?', Arthur used to say. He didn't stop at that, however, not when he finally got what he wanted! Those sharper, more painful strikes came swiftly and without mercy. He wasn't going to stop until he got more cries of pain, each stripe coloring those already sore cheeks.
The cries were not slow in coming. "Ah! Ow! Nngh!" It was as if Alfred couldn't hold back anymore once he'd started to acknowledge the pain he was in. The noises were quiet at first, but as his ass became littered with deep red stripes across the already-darkened flesh, they grew louder. Just when Alfred thought the sting couldn't intensify, another
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Sidecar [3c/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:32:32 UTC
Alfred let out a pathetic whine as those fingers traced the inside of his thighs. His body pressed back into the touch again, as if trying to coax that hand to move elsewhere... When he turned his head over his shoulder to look up at Arthur, his face was a bit flushed, though it was hard to determine how much of it was from the alcohol itself and how much was from the consequences he'd suffered for drinking it. His eyebrows were raised almost impossibly high, pupils dilated in an exaggerated, sloppy attempt at a puppy-dog look. Arthur was admittedly weak to that puppy-dog expression, but right now, it merely seemed desperate. Not that he didn’t enjoy that as well, but the Brit did have standards, no matter what anyone said. Unless he was also drunk, he had no excuse to take advantage of an inebriated person! The whiny "Please!" that spilled from Alfred’s lips next was also tainted with pathetic, inebriated want. "C'monnn, you know what I want, Arthur." He swallowed, his voice still a whine. "Don' make me say it
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Sidecar [3d/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:33:15 UTC
Alfred's face fell as soon as he heard those first words of rejection. Why, why had Arthur even asked him to say it if he'd never had any intention of indulging him in the first place? Alfred could understand not wanting to sleep with him when he was drunk, but he was frustrated and felt a bit led-on by the fact that he hadn't been turned down right away. With a small pout, he raised himself from Arthur's lap and righted his clothing, since it had been made more than clear that it wouldn't be coming off. "Fine," he replied, not quite rudely but curtly enough that it was clear the American had nothing more to say on the subject.
Arthur stood up as well, smoothing out his shirt. He couldn't help but keep most of his smile. "Not that I don't love your contrite expression, but do you have to pout quite so much? I don't think you can even get it up in your current state, and I don't fancy a partner who won't derive equal pleasure from intercourse," Arthur said honestly. "If you don't like it, then remember that it was your choice to
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Sidecar [3e/3]
anonymous
November 3 2011, 13:34:40 UTC
Moving over to the American, Arthur even wrapped his arm around him to try and keep him warm. Blood being a bit thinner, Alfred would get colder faster, after all. “Only for a few days. My own boss isn't too happy, and I told him I was only coming over to catch up and 'talk some sense' into you." He chuckled a bit. "Well at least I can go home and tell him I gave you a good thrashing. I'm sure that will appease him somewhat." He was teasing of course, but Alfred didn't know that. He wasn't bitter enough to actually get the American nation in trouble with his boss, nor brag about punishing him. He didn't actually need his ego stroked that badly. After all, he'd had the superpower nation over his lap just a bit ago, so how could he not be satisfied?
"You wouldn't," came the mock-horrified reply. Alfred knew Arthur wouldn't actually tell his boss that... or at least he sincerely hoped not, especially given the circumstances for the punishment. His eyes widened for a second when he felt Arthur’s arm wrap around him, but he quickly
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anonymous
November 3 2011, 22:43:51 UTC
You know, after your let's say a little bit sadistic version of England in the other fic (that, as you know, I enjoyed more than I should), this was a very pleasant change; England as strict but fair and in the and, a very caring parental figure is my personal headcanon and also one of my favourite roles for him
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I also tend to prefer England as a caring parental figure in canon fics (nevermind my AU, so this was certainly a refreshing change from him being such a bastard in my other fills. XD
I'm glad that the lack of sex is appreciated; I was worried people would be expecting to read sex, given the prompt, and would be disappointed when it wasn't there. But you know me-- I strongly prefer realism, and I honestly don't think England (at least the way I've written him in this fic!) would take advantage of that drunkenness. And as always, my vivid descriptions are because I know what I'm talking about, haha. Happy you enjoyed the artwork as well! I'm quite proud of this one.
I could maybe give you my MSN messenger/email account in white text, if you'd like to keep in contact elsewhere besides the meme? I don't see myself writing much in the near future because of exams and such, sadly. Or I could tell you where on LJ I've de-anoned my fics and you could find me that way.
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The cries were not slow in coming. "Ah! Ow! Nngh!" It was as if Alfred couldn't hold back anymore once he'd started to acknowledge the pain he was in. The noises were quiet at first, but as his ass became littered with deep red stripes across the already-darkened flesh, they grew louder. Just when Alfred thought the sting couldn't intensify, another ( ... )
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Arthur stood up as well, smoothing out his shirt. He couldn't help but keep most of his smile. "Not that I don't love your contrite expression, but do you have to pout quite so much? I don't think you can even get it up in your current state, and I don't fancy a partner who won't derive equal pleasure from intercourse," Arthur said honestly. "If you don't like it, then remember that it was your choice to ( ... )
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"You wouldn't," came the mock-horrified reply. Alfred knew Arthur wouldn't actually tell his boss that... or at least he sincerely hoped not, especially given the circumstances for the punishment. His eyes widened for a second when he felt Arthur’s arm wrap around him, but he quickly ( ... )
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I'm glad that the lack of sex is appreciated; I was worried people would be expecting to read sex, given the prompt, and would be disappointed when it wasn't there. But you know me-- I strongly prefer realism, and I honestly don't think England (at least the way I've written him in this fic!) would take advantage of that drunkenness. And as always, my vivid descriptions are because I know what I'm talking about, haha. Happy you enjoyed the artwork as well! I'm quite proud of this one.
I could maybe give you my MSN messenger/email account in white text, if you'd like to keep in contact elsewhere besides the meme? I don't see myself writing much in the near future because of exams and such, sadly. Or I could tell you where on LJ I've de-anoned my fics and you could find me that way.
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