Sidecar [2d/3]
anonymous
November 2 2011, 00:29:35 UTC
"What're you doing?" Alfred asked apprehensively while Arthur was moving to look through his kitchen drawers, though it didn't dawn on him exactly what the other nation was up to until he saw the wooden spoon in those hands. He knew instantly what it was for, what it had always been for-he couldn't actually remember Arthur ever using one for cooking. "I... I'm not a kid anymore!" he protested weakly.
Arthur was not at all moved by such protests. Still tapping the end of the spoon against his palm, he said simply, "It's the spoon, my belt, or your boss's loss of faith in his own nation, boy." It was clear that he left no room for argument.
Alfred was now pressing himself back against the cabinet as hard as he could, as if he could somehow move further away from Arthur. Even so, he knew, as much as he didn't like the alternatives, that he couldn't pick the third choice. After several pregnant seconds of silence, he muttered, "Spoon, then." At the moment, it sounded more merciful than the harsh leather bite of the belt.
"Very well. The living room then. Don't worry, I told Toris to go on to bed," he said before Alfred, who had already opened his mouth as if to do so, could even protest. "Besides, look at the house he came from. Do you think he's any stranger to this? Hell, I would bet he wished he had the guts to give you a good thrashing more than once since he's been here! Treating such an elder like a house maid, honestly," he lectured as he walked in to the living room, expecting Alfred to follow. "I bet you still leave dishes and clothing all over the house, try to avoid the food that's good for you in favor of junk, and oh, I can bet he's thought of it when you're drunk!"
With a heavy sigh, Alfred followed Arthur into the living room; in his current mindset, it was as if he couldn't conceive of trying to disobey and stay behind. And his former guardian continued to lecture even as they changed locations, his words successfully making Alfred feel lower and lower. "Hah, even if Toris is older, he's not a grumpy ol' man like you." In his tipsiness, Al didn't realize he'd voiced that thought aloud in response to the suggestion that Toris had thought of spanking him. "He's nice. He likes takin' care a' me." At this point they had reached their destination in the living room.
The Brit sat down on the couch, patting his lap. "Drop your trousers and hop over."
Alfred was too far gone to argue anymore. "Fine, fine..." Reluctantly, he lowered his pants, and even more reluctantly leaned down and laid himself across the older nation's lap. He couldn't remember being in this position in a long time-not that he'd never been punished physically since he was a child, but after a certain age he'd always been told to bend over the arm of a couch or some such position, rather than across Arthur's lap as he had when he was much younger. But even though he was bigger now, he was still quite nervous. And why not? If his memory served him at all in his tipsy state, he had every reason to be.
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And we’ve nearly gotten to the point of the prompt! XD Again, I welcome concrit if there’s anything you’ve noticed that I could improve for a cleaned-up version.
Anon 1: It’s my favorite period of American history as well, which I think shows through in the fill, because I am having so much fun writing it. And I think I recognize your comment style from another longass fill of mine but I won’t guess because I don’t want to be wrong. XD Do you read a lot of spanking fics? Anon 2: I’m glad you appreciate the historical aspects-this is my favorite time period in American history, it’s just fascinating, so I was really excited to be able to use my knowledge of the laws and culture of the period in this fill. I’ve had tons of fun writing it so far, honestly. Anon 3: And here it is! Hope you enjoyed. Anon 4: Wow, I’m flattered that you’d enjoy my fill so far, even if it isn’t a pairing you are very fond of. Not to worry, it won’t get very pairing-centric.
Re: Sidecar [2d/3]
anonymous
November 2 2011, 05:48:21 UTC
Anon1 and of course yours truly Bunk!anon, I really have no excuse why I didn't recognize your writing style earlier when I clearly remember you wrote about taking a prompt for this pairing.
I already wrote I love the setting so forgive me if I go directly to the kink part but wooden spoon!! Such an underappreciated tool in fanfics when it's fairly common in rl (at least in my country). As always, it's incredible how much thought and time you invest into the story itself so that it never ends up as a mindless PWP and the situation is once again very believable.
I think you know by now how much I can't wait for the next update, so just keep being awesome, author!not-really-anon.
(also bravo to me, I am obvious even in my comments. Should I even bother with the anonymity)
Re: Sidecar [2d/3]
anonymous
November 2 2011, 19:05:14 UTC
NewAnon here who likes spanking fics too. I think I might have read that other fill you mentioned, but I don't want to say, because I'm not certain.
Oh! Oh this! This is too good. I'm loving it. Of course, Arthur would be able to recognize a liquor by its smell--that was great. I loved reading Alfred's thoughts about Arthur's ultimatums. I like the way you've built things up so far, and look forward to reading the actual prompt portion of the fill.
Arthur was not at all moved by such protests. Still tapping the end of the spoon against his palm, he said simply, "It's the spoon, my belt, or your boss's loss of faith in his own nation, boy." It was clear that he left no room for argument.
Alfred was now pressing himself back against the cabinet as hard as he could, as if he could somehow move further away from Arthur. Even so, he knew, as much as he didn't like the alternatives, that he couldn't pick the third choice. After several pregnant seconds of silence, he muttered, "Spoon, then." At the moment, it sounded more merciful than the harsh leather bite of the belt.
"Very well. The living room then. Don't worry, I told Toris to go on to bed," he said before Alfred, who had already opened his mouth as if to do so, could even protest. "Besides, look at the house he came from. Do you think he's any stranger to this? Hell, I would bet he wished he had the guts to give you a good thrashing more than once since he's been here! Treating such an elder like a house maid, honestly," he lectured as he walked in to the living room, expecting Alfred to follow. "I bet you still leave dishes and clothing all over the house, try to avoid the food that's good for you in favor of junk, and oh, I can bet he's thought of it when you're drunk!"
With a heavy sigh, Alfred followed Arthur into the living room; in his current mindset, it was as if he couldn't conceive of trying to disobey and stay behind. And his former guardian continued to lecture even as they changed locations, his words successfully making Alfred feel lower and lower. "Hah, even if Toris is older, he's not a grumpy ol' man like you." In his tipsiness, Al didn't realize he'd voiced that thought aloud in response to the suggestion that Toris had thought of spanking him. "He's nice. He likes takin' care a' me." At this point they had reached their destination in the living room.
The Brit sat down on the couch, patting his lap. "Drop your trousers and hop over."
Alfred was too far gone to argue anymore. "Fine, fine..." Reluctantly, he lowered his pants, and even more reluctantly leaned down and laid himself across the older nation's lap. He couldn't remember being in this position in a long time-not that he'd never been punished physically since he was a child, but after a certain age he'd always been told to bend over the arm of a couch or some such position, rather than across Arthur's lap as he had when he was much younger. But even though he was bigger now, he was still quite nervous. And why not? If his memory served him at all in his tipsy state, he had every reason to be.
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And we’ve nearly gotten to the point of the prompt! XD Again, I welcome concrit if there’s anything you’ve noticed that I could improve for a cleaned-up version.
Anon 1: It’s my favorite period of American history as well, which I think shows through in the fill, because I am having so much fun writing it. And I think I recognize your comment style from another longass fill of mine but I won’t guess because I don’t want to be wrong. XD Do you read a lot of spanking fics?
Anon 2: I’m glad you appreciate the historical aspects-this is my favorite time period in American history, it’s just fascinating, so I was really excited to be able to use my knowledge of the laws and culture of the period in this fill. I’ve had tons of fun writing it so far, honestly.
Anon 3: And here it is! Hope you enjoyed.
Anon 4: Wow, I’m flattered that you’d enjoy my fill so far, even if it isn’t a pairing you are very fond of. Not to worry, it won’t get very pairing-centric.
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I already wrote I love the setting so forgive me if I go directly to the kink part but wooden spoon!! Such an underappreciated tool in fanfics when it's fairly common in rl (at least in my country). As always, it's incredible how much thought and time you invest into the story itself so that it never ends up as a mindless PWP and the situation is once again very believable.
I think you know by now how much I can't wait for the next update, so just keep being awesome, author!not-really-anon.
(also bravo to me, I am obvious even in my comments. Should I even bother with the anonymity)
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Oh! Oh this! This is too good. I'm loving it. Of course, Arthur would be able to recognize a liquor by its smell--that was great. I loved reading Alfred's thoughts about Arthur's ultimatums. I like the way you've built things up so far, and look forward to reading the actual prompt portion of the fill.
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