"Add a parachute to the seat..?!? Nien!Absolutely not!" With a determained frown on his face, Germany undid his belt buckle and slowely removed it. "It is clear to me Italy, that you are not comprehending the seriousness of your actions!" Said Germany folding his belt in half he approached the Italian. " I think it is time I teach you the consequences for your recklessness." Italy gulped fearfully as he looked at the belt in Germany's hand. "Vee! y-you're not going to spank me are you?" Italy asked nervously, unconsciously taking a step back from his companion. "What do you think, Italy?" Germany replied, continuing to approach the redhead belt in hand. Italy shaking with fear looked at his watch "W-well! look at the time I think I better get home and fix my fratello dinner! Graze for saving me!" Italy stammered out, suddenly the Italian began to retreat not wishing to be spanked. But before Feliciano could get far a hand grabbed his collar and roughly jerked him back.
"Oh, no you don't Italy!" growled Germany grabbing the man firmly by the waist. "I am going to teach you a lesson in what happens when you fool around with things you don't understand!"
"Ahh! Germany! Please don't spank me!! I'm sorry!! I promise not to modify your car again! Please let me go!" Italy begged.
His cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Germany carried Italy over to a fallen log. Sitting down he put Feliciano over his lap and pulled down the Italian's pants and underwear exposing his pert tanned posterior. Lifting up the belt, Germany swiftly let the belt strike Italy's exposed behind. Italy cried out in shock and pain as the first blow landed. Italy hardly had time to react when Germany began swatting his butt landing blow after blow. Italy began crying and started squirming in the German's grip trying in vain' to escape the stinging blows. Germany however, held on tight to the Italy and continued to land blows on the young man's butt.
"Wah!! Germany! Please stop!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!" Italy cried out, his face red from crying.
Satisfied, that Italy had learned his lesson, he gave the auburn headed man's reddened butt a few more swats, and he stopped. Germany dropped the belt and readjusted Italy's pants. Then, Ludwig pulled the crying Italian into a warm embrace as Feliciano continued to cry from the spanking.
"Shh. It's alright it's over." Germany soothed, rubbing Italy's back up in down in a comforting manor. After a while Italy's crying slowly subsided until he could no longer cry gasping for breath from all the sobbing. Gently pulling Italy away from him so the redhead could face his friend, Germany lifted Italy's chin up so he was looking him in the eyes.
The ejector seat incident part 5
"It is clear to me Italy, that you are not comprehending the seriousness of your actions!" Said Germany folding his belt in half he approached the Italian. " I think it is time I teach you the consequences for your recklessness."
Italy gulped fearfully as he looked at the belt in Germany's hand. "Vee! y-you're not going to spank me are you?" Italy asked nervously, unconsciously taking a step back from his companion.
"What do you think, Italy?" Germany replied, continuing to approach the redhead belt in hand.
Italy shaking with fear looked at his watch "W-well! look at the time I think I better get home and fix my fratello dinner! Graze for saving me!" Italy stammered out, suddenly the Italian began to retreat not wishing to be spanked. But before Feliciano could get far a hand grabbed his collar and roughly jerked him back.
"Oh, no you don't Italy!" growled Germany grabbing the man firmly by the waist. "I am going to teach you a lesson in what happens when you fool around with things you don't understand!"
"Ahh! Germany! Please don't spank me!! I'm sorry!! I promise not to modify your car again! Please let me go!" Italy begged.
His cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as Germany carried Italy over to a fallen log. Sitting down he put Feliciano over his lap and pulled down the Italian's pants and underwear exposing his pert tanned posterior. Lifting up the belt, Germany swiftly let the belt strike Italy's exposed behind. Italy cried out in shock and pain as the first blow landed. Italy hardly had time to react when Germany began swatting his butt landing blow after blow. Italy began crying and started squirming in the German's grip trying in vain' to escape the stinging blows. Germany however, held on tight to the Italy and continued to land blows on the young man's butt.
"Wah!! Germany! Please stop!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!" Italy cried out, his face red from crying.
Satisfied, that Italy had learned his lesson, he gave the auburn headed man's reddened butt a few more swats, and he stopped. Germany dropped the belt and readjusted Italy's pants. Then, Ludwig pulled the crying Italian into a warm embrace as Feliciano continued to cry from the spanking.
"Shh. It's alright it's over." Germany soothed, rubbing Italy's back up in down in a comforting manor. After a while Italy's crying slowly subsided until he could no longer cry gasping for breath from all the sobbing. Gently pulling Italy away from him so the redhead could face his friend, Germany lifted Italy's chin up so he was looking him in the eyes.