Romano continued to struggle as one firm spank after another landed on his ass, sometimes swearing in Italian and sometimes calling Prussia names so creative that she’d never even have thought of them. He quickly learned not to kick his feet up to cover his bottom, as Prussia had no reservations about swatting at them with the paddle too (and that smarted like hell). Secretly, however, he enjoyed the sensation of the sting rapidly building in his backside as it turned deeper and deeper shades of pink with each strike of the leather paddle. Each smack brought with it a pleasant sting which could only come from leather, and it seemed to shoot from Romano’s ass straight to his groin. His cock was harder than ever now, and he was only grateful that, thanks to his position on the floor, Prussia couldn’t see it.
Once she’d turned Romano’s ass a nice shade of red, Prussia gave a few final sharp smacks (Romano whined and kicked and writhed and swore) before letting go of him. She watched as Romano stayed for several long seconds on the ground, panting, trying to process the pain in his backside. “You… you motherfucker,” he spat between gasps of air.
Prussia stood up, giving Romano a sharp kick in the ribs before using her foot to roll him over onto his back. “Ah,” she commented, staring pointedly as his hard cock, “I see someone enjoyed that.” She nudged at his prick with her bare foot, rubbing up and down along the underside with the ball of her foot.
Romano had to bite back a groan, though he didn’t pull away for several long seconds. Strange as it was to have someone touching him like that with her foot, it didn’t feel unpleasant. But soon enough, he kicked his body out from underneath her (he may or may not have thrust up against Prussia’s foot in doing so) and finally stood, heading back for the bed. Prussia admired the nice view of his red ass as he turned his back to her, and she even allowed him to reach the bed before following after him. As he was climbing up onto the bed, she grabbed his thighs and gave them a sharp tug, causing his body to collapse facedown onto the bed and provoking another swear. “You’d better start watching your damn mouth,” she said as she delivered another smack to his bottom, this time with her bare hand, “or I’ll find a way to shut it for you.”
Romano lifted his head from the pillow where it had fallen. “If you didn’t weren’t such a fucking bitch all the time, I’d have no reason to call you one!”
“You’re asking for it,” Prussia warned, taking a step closer to the bag which was still resting on the floor next to the bed.
“For what?” Romano asked, mockingly. “What am I asking for? You’re fucking useless and you can’t do shit to me!”
“Can’t I?” Prussia reached down and shuffled through the black bag until she found what she was looking for. “There’s more in here than I took out at first, Romano.” Holding something tightly in her fist which seemed to be attached to two straps of leather, she quickly climbed up onto the bed after Romano, easily flipping him over, and positioned herself on top of him. Romano tried to shove Prussia off of himself, but she dodged and he barely grazed her arms.
“Fucking!—useless!—bitch!—bastard!—ass!” Romano punctuated each word with a knee thrown at Prussia’s back as he tried to wriggle out from under her, but she remained unfazed.
“I really can’t tolerate that kind of language from you, you little snot.” Prussia slapped him hard on the shoulder. “Now either you shut the hell up and stop that name-calling, or I’ll have to shut you up myself!”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Romano spat loudly, having determined that it was this word which Prussia seemed to dislike the most.
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Fight Me 4/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)Once she’d turned Romano’s ass a nice shade of red, Prussia gave a few final sharp smacks (Romano whined and kicked and writhed and swore) before letting go of him. She watched as Romano stayed for several long seconds on the ground, panting, trying to process the pain in his backside. “You… you motherfucker,” he spat between gasps of air.
Prussia stood up, giving Romano a sharp kick in the ribs before using her foot to roll him over onto his back. “Ah,” she commented, staring pointedly as his hard cock, “I see someone enjoyed that.” She nudged at his prick with her bare foot, rubbing up and down along the underside with the ball of her foot.
Romano had to bite back a groan, though he didn’t pull away for several long seconds. Strange as it was to have someone touching him like that with her foot, it didn’t feel unpleasant. But soon enough, he kicked his body out from underneath her (he may or may not have thrust up against Prussia’s foot in doing so) and finally stood, heading back for the bed. Prussia admired the nice view of his red ass as he turned his back to her, and she even allowed him to reach the bed before following after him. As he was climbing up onto the bed, she grabbed his thighs and gave them a sharp tug, causing his body to collapse facedown onto the bed and provoking another swear. “You’d better start watching your damn mouth,” she said as she delivered another smack to his bottom, this time with her bare hand, “or I’ll find a way to shut it for you.”
Romano lifted his head from the pillow where it had fallen. “If you didn’t weren’t such a fucking bitch all the time, I’d have no reason to call you one!”
“You’re asking for it,” Prussia warned, taking a step closer to the bag which was still resting on the floor next to the bed.
“For what?” Romano asked, mockingly. “What am I asking for? You’re fucking useless and you can’t do shit to me!”
“Can’t I?” Prussia reached down and shuffled through the black bag until she found what she was looking for. “There’s more in here than I took out at first, Romano.” Holding something tightly in her fist which seemed to be attached to two straps of leather, she quickly climbed up onto the bed after Romano, easily flipping him over, and positioned herself on top of him. Romano tried to shove Prussia off of himself, but she dodged and he barely grazed her arms.
“Fucking!—useless!—bitch!—bastard!—ass!” Romano punctuated each word with a knee thrown at Prussia’s back as he tried to wriggle out from under her, but she remained unfazed.
“I really can’t tolerate that kind of language from you, you little snot.” Prussia slapped him hard on the shoulder. “Now either you shut the hell up and stop that name-calling, or I’ll have to shut you up myself!”
“Fuck you, bitch,” Romano spat loudly, having determined that it was this word which Prussia seemed to dislike the most.