Re: Consecuencias Part 1/?
anonymous
April 16 2009, 19:48:50 UTC
“AY, gordito, your soooo cute.-HEY! You aren’t doing anything!-Ro-Romano! damn it! I said RIGHT NOW! proprio adesso!¡ahora! How many languages do I have to say it! Get to it! Come on, don’t be so difficult. Por favor, do it for me, please?” His voice had switch from anger to exasperation to begging.
How Sad.
The boy snorted at him, turned over, and began to chew obnoxiously loud on his tomato. The mop swung upright in his free hand, again Spain waited patiently, convinced the younger nation was going to obey him at only moment. Finally after a good ten minutes, Antonio grabbed it suddenly from Romano’s hand, startling him.
“THE FUCK! WHAT THE HELL, SPAIN?” Romano sat up quickly to shoot daggers with his eyes at Spain. The older country looked quite agitated now, but with a sigh he grabbed a bucket from the corner, wet the mop and began to mop the sticky floor. Romano glared at him as he cleaned any clear space of the floor.
“What are you doing you annoying bastard?” Romano inquired, scooting backwards onto a pile of compacted clothes to avoid the mop.
“ Helping you to start.” Spain answered at he swiped at the floor once more “ there, it isn’t hard. Try it.” again he handed the mop to Romano. The boy refused to take it, and stood up, ignoring the Spaniard’s hands as he munched on his tomato.
“ yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it later, leave it there, you dick.”
“¡AHORA!“ Antonio shoved the broom into Lovino’s hands.
“Get started, Lovino. Now”
His voice had taken on an uncharacteristic sternness, Romano studied him for a moment, Searching for weakness, stupidity, and the usual dopiness that was always in play in the Spaniard’s face.
It was gone, replaced by slightly fearful determination.
Oh hell to the no’s. this was not going down. OVER ROMANO’S DEAD BODY.
Antonio could see the stubbornness creep into Romano features. It started with his eyebrows that furrowed together ever so pigheadedly, and his hands that curled determinedly into fist, his lips that became an mulish pout, and the ever present flush that deepened into an agitated red, crept up his neck to decorate his face and ears.
It was unspeakably endearing but also terrifying, and the Spaniard had to stop himself from shaking. Romano was going into his obstinate mode. Those soft lips parted to form two words that completely shattered Spain’s hope of getting easy cooperation from Romano.
“Fuck Off.” he tossed the mop to the floor, angrily. He glared lividly at the older nation, he was still smaller than Spain,(god damn it) and had to lean his head up to glare his “boss” in the eyes. “ I SAID I’d do it later, you asshole.”
Spain returned the look, quaking inside with uncertainty, when South Italy became like this there where only a handful of things that could snap him out of it. He remembered Austria’s advice to be firm.
He folded his arms across his chest and drew himself up to his full height,
“ I, as the adult, say you do it now!”
Romano responded with a rather offensive gesture and a string of extremely abusive Italian curses that questioned Antonio’s authority and his manhood.
Well.. Owch.
Antonio could only stand dumbly, he was practically choking inside with shock, he had crumbled inside. He felt a strange hurt mixed with his anger and frustration. N-no, he had to be strong. What had Austria said? Consequences…? He need to apply a consequence.. It hit him, and with new found courage and he gave Romano a rather unsettling and slightly dopey smile.
“ Bueno, si tu no quieres limpiar o portarse bien, te voy a dar un buen azotes en el Trasero”
--- Anon apologizes for formatting fail of last part
Re: Consecuencias Part 3/?
anonymous
April 16 2009, 19:52:40 UTC
At that, Romano’s mouth dropped a few inches ,the flush deepened, and Romano’s face turned a deeper shade of red.
“ W-what? WHAT THE FUCK JUST CAME OUT OF YOUR JERK MOUTH?!!!” he stammered
“ if your not going to behave, then I’m going to spank you.” Spain repeated quietly.
“ LISTEN YOU DIRTY PEZZO DI MERDA, DO I LOOK FIVE TO YOU??!”
Spain took a few steps closer, and Romano backed away, his face a angry scarlet, there were tears of fear already in his eyes.
“ GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK ASSHOLE!”
Another step closer, Romano panicked and flailed his arms at the older nation
“ ARRGH! DAMMIT! DON’T YOU COME NEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCHHARRRGHHHH!!”
Spain grabbed one of his arm, as the other punched him square in the stomach, the older nation gasped at the strength, but managed to keep his grip on the younger nation. He grabbed a chair, cleared it of it’s contents and sat down, pulling Romano over his lap as he did.
The boy bucked angrily and flailed wildly as Spain pinned him down.
“ YOU DUMB IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH, ASSHOLE FROM THE DEPTH OF IDOCITY AND USELESSNESS! LET ME THE FUCK GO BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU CHE CAZZO!OOWWWW!!!!!YOU BASTARD!”
the first slap came down hard over Romano’s rear, he yelped and cursed wildly as Spain spanked him again, this time the slap landed directly on the tender part of skin where buttocks end to meet thighs.
A stinging pain shot up his body, and he lurched with the blow, and continued to thrash wildly as the Spaniard smacked him repeatedly. Spain was strong, and although he held back most of his strength of his slaps, he was trying to impress the boy, not hurt him. But nether less, the spanks still hurt, and the boy cried out.
“ YOU PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! YOUASSHOLE! LET ME GO! OWWWWWCHH! GOD DAMMMNNNIIITTTT!!!!! YOU BETTER NOT SLEEP YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH CUZ I’M GOING TO BLUDGEON YOUR HEAD IN! YOU OWWWWW! OW!”
A series of harder slaps cut his threats short, as the young Italian focused his attention on pummeling Spain’s legs with his fist, the older nation shifted, and managed to push Romano down so that the boy could not hurt him, and slapped him hard at the top of his thighs.
“ OOOOOWWWW YOU BASTARD!! I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!! LET ME GO YOU SONOF A BITCH! GOD I FEEL LIKE HURTING YOU!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IM GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!OW! GOD DAMN IT! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME YOU AIRHEAD? I SAID I GIVE!! GOD DAMN IT TO HELL AND BACK! OW!!!!! OW!!!!!!!!”
“I don’t like the way you said that! if your going to behave, say it nicely, than I’ll forgive you..” Spain stopped his blows, waiting for an answer.
“NICELLY? DID YOU FORGET YOU’RE A STUPID UNGRATEFUL JERK FACE ,DICK ASS FLYING PIECE OF SHIT COW LOVING SON OF A OWWWWW!! DON’T SLAP ME THERE YOU BASSTAAAAARRRRD!”
The boy cried out as an offended Spain slapped him on the thighs again , and already sobbing began to thrash about with even more energy and vigor as the Spaniard spanked him. His bucking, squirming, wiggling, and kicking made it very difficult to spank him, but Spain was having other, well, more personal issues that made it even harder to do the task at hand.
Re: Consecuencias Part 4/?
anonymous
April 17 2009, 01:59:56 UTC
His pants had gotten tight, and for some inexplicable reason he was growing harder by the minute. He flushed wildly, trying not to be distracted by his arousal.
He was the country of passion for god sakes, how was he supposed to stay calm when his adorable charge was over his knee, thrashing about like that? It was the movement, and the damn adorableness of roman and the feeling of his soft butt moving underneath his punishing palm.
It-it was strangely erotic. Spain realized with a flush.
Sure, he was basically like Romano’s older brother.. But still… it wasn’t like they didn’t fool around sometimes.
Romano slept naked and he insisted they’d shared a bed. Sure he hogged the bed and the sheet and was violent in his sleep, and Spain often ended up bruised up and on the floor.
But there were times when Spain would accidentally brush up against Romano, or touch Romano’s ever persistent hair curl, and he would get a moan that had recently lost it’s innocence, and sounded more…lustful every day.
Lovino had lost his baby fat, and he was growing into a young adult, smooth young muscles slowly replacing soft supple flesh. Spain felt his arousal rise…
He shouldn’t be thinking about things like that!! He wasn’t France!! A rather hard smack fueled by his fluster thoughts lurched Romano forward on his lap with a string of curses that suddenly turned into a soft moan..
Moan?
Antonio paused for a minute.. There was something hard pressing against his own stiffness.
He slapped Romano again hard, the boy lurched with a string of abusive expletives, again the hard object brushed against his own.
They both moaned at the movement. Spain froze, he glanced down at Romano, the boy stilled, and his face was stained crimson and flooded with tears.
Spain slapped him a few more times, experimentally, paused, then experimented again.
Each time, the boy cries and curses ended with a moan and Antonio groaned with pleasure, and continued to experiment.
Finally, after a couple of "experiments", Romano exploded with impatience.
“ GOD DAMN IT YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT! YES GOD DAMN IT! I-I-I-M, I-I’M….GOD DAMN IT! I CAN’T SAY IT! MY GOD DAMN HAIR IS CAUGHT IN YOUR GOD DAMN BELT! AAAAHHHH! GOD! DO SOMETHING SPAIN YOU BASTARD!”
Spain smiled, the lust was not hidden from his voice when he spoke.
“ Ohhhh?, quieres que yo te ayudas? Pues..you have to apologize to me."
How Sad.
The boy snorted at him, turned over, and began to chew obnoxiously loud on his tomato. The mop swung upright in his free hand, again Spain waited patiently, convinced the younger nation was going to obey him at only moment. Finally after a good ten minutes, Antonio grabbed it suddenly from Romano’s hand, startling him.
“THE FUCK! WHAT THE HELL, SPAIN?” Romano sat up quickly to shoot daggers
with his eyes at Spain. The older country looked quite agitated now, but with a sigh he grabbed a bucket from the corner, wet the mop and began to mop the sticky floor. Romano glared at him as he cleaned any clear space of the floor.
“What are you doing you annoying bastard?” Romano inquired, scooting backwards onto a pile of compacted clothes to avoid the mop.
“ Helping you to start.” Spain answered at he swiped at the floor once more “ there, it isn’t hard. Try it.” again he handed the mop to Romano. The boy refused to take it, and stood up, ignoring the Spaniard’s hands as he munched on his tomato.
“ yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it later, leave it there, you dick.”
“¡AHORA!“ Antonio shoved the broom into Lovino’s hands.
“Get started, Lovino. Now”
His voice had taken on an uncharacteristic sternness, Romano studied him for a moment, Searching for weakness, stupidity, and the usual dopiness that was always in play in the Spaniard’s face.
It was gone, replaced by slightly fearful determination.
Oh hell to the no’s. this was not going down. OVER ROMANO’S DEAD BODY.
Antonio could see the stubbornness creep into Romano features. It started with his eyebrows that furrowed together ever so pigheadedly, and his hands that curled determinedly into fist, his lips that became an mulish pout, and the ever present flush that deepened into an agitated red, crept up his neck to decorate his face and ears.
It was unspeakably endearing but also terrifying, and the Spaniard had to stop himself from shaking. Romano was going into his obstinate mode. Those soft lips parted to form two words that completely shattered Spain’s hope of getting easy cooperation from Romano.
“Fuck Off.” he tossed the mop to the floor, angrily. He glared lividly at the older nation, he was still smaller than Spain,(god damn it) and had to lean his head up to glare his “boss” in the eyes. “ I SAID I’d do it later, you asshole.”
Spain returned the look, quaking inside with uncertainty, when South Italy became like this there where only a handful of things that could snap him out of it. He remembered Austria’s advice to be firm.
He folded his arms across his chest and drew himself up to his full height,
“ I, as the adult, say you do it now!”
Romano responded with a rather offensive gesture and a string of extremely abusive Italian curses that questioned Antonio’s authority and his manhood.
Well.. Owch.
Antonio could only stand dumbly, he was practically choking inside with shock, he had crumbled inside. He felt a strange hurt mixed with his anger and frustration. N-no, he had to be strong. What had Austria said? Consequences…? He need to apply a consequence.. It hit him, and with new found courage and he gave Romano a rather unsettling and slightly dopey smile.
“ Bueno, si tu no quieres limpiar o portarse bien, te voy a dar un buen azotes en el
Trasero”
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Anon apologizes for formatting fail of last part
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Romano’s face turned a deeper shade of red.
“ W-what? WHAT THE FUCK JUST CAME OUT OF YOUR JERK MOUTH?!!!” he stammered
“ if your not going to behave, then I’m going to spank you.” Spain repeated
quietly.
“ LISTEN YOU DIRTY PEZZO DI MERDA, DO I LOOK FIVE TO YOU??!”
Spain took a few steps closer, and Romano backed away, his face a angry scarlet, there were tears of fear already in his eyes.
“ GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK ASSHOLE!”
Another step closer, Romano panicked and flailed his arms at the older nation
“ ARRGH! DAMMIT! DON’T YOU COME NEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCHHARRRGHHHH!!”
Spain grabbed one of his arm, as the other punched him square in the
stomach, the older nation gasped at the strength, but managed to keep his
grip on the younger nation. He grabbed a chair, cleared it of it’s contents and sat down, pulling Romano over his lap as he did.
The boy bucked angrily and flailed wildly as Spain pinned him down.
“ YOU DUMB IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH, ASSHOLE FROM THE DEPTH OF
IDOCITY AND USELESSNESS! LET ME THE FUCK GO BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU CHE CAZZO!OOWWWW!!!!!YOU BASTARD!”
the first slap came down hard over Romano’s rear, he yelped and cursed
wildly as Spain spanked him again, this time the slap landed directly on the
tender part of skin where buttocks end to meet thighs.
A stinging pain shot up his body, and he lurched with the blow, and continued to thrash wildly as the Spaniard smacked him repeatedly. Spain was strong, and although he held
back most of his strength of his slaps, he was trying to impress the boy, not hurt him. But nether less, the spanks still hurt, and the boy cried out.
“ YOU PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! YOUASSHOLE! LET ME GO! OWWWWWCHH! GOD DAMMMNNNIIITTTT!!!!! YOU BETTER NOT SLEEP YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH CUZ
I’M GOING TO BLUDGEON YOUR HEAD IN! YOU OWWWWW! OW!”
A series of harder slaps cut his threats short, as the young Italian focused his attention on pummeling Spain’s legs with his fist, the older nation shifted, and managed to push Romano down so that the boy could not hurt him, and slapped him hard at the top of his thighs.
“ OOOOOWWWW YOU BASTARD!! I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!! LET ME GO YOU SONOF A BITCH! GOD I FEEL LIKE HURTING YOU!! AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IM GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!OW! GOD DAMN IT! DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME YOU AIRHEAD? I SAID I GIVE!! GOD DAMN IT TO HELL AND BACK! OW!!!!! OW!!!!!!!!”
“I don’t like the way you said that! if your going to behave, say it nicely, than I’ll forgive you..” Spain stopped his blows, waiting for an answer.
“NICELLY? DID YOU FORGET YOU’RE A STUPID UNGRATEFUL JERK FACE ,DICK ASS FLYING PIECE OF SHIT COW LOVING SON OF A OWWWWW!! DON’T SLAP ME THERE YOU BASSTAAAAARRRRD!”
The boy cried out as an offended Spain slapped him on the thighs again , and already sobbing began to thrash about with even more energy and vigor as the Spaniard spanked him. His bucking, squirming, wiggling, and kicking made it very difficult to spank him, but Spain was having other, well, more personal issues that made it even harder to do the task at hand.
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He was the country of passion for god sakes, how was he supposed to stay calm when his adorable charge was over his knee, thrashing about like that? It was the movement, and the damn adorableness of roman and the feeling of his soft butt moving underneath his punishing palm.
It-it was strangely erotic. Spain realized with a flush.
Sure, he was basically like Romano’s older brother.. But still… it wasn’t like they didn’t fool around sometimes.
Romano slept naked and he insisted they’d shared a bed. Sure he hogged the bed and the sheet and was violent in his sleep, and Spain often ended up bruised up and on the floor.
But there were times when Spain would accidentally brush up against Romano, or touch Romano’s ever persistent hair curl, and he would get a moan that had recently lost it’s innocence, and sounded more…lustful every day.
Lovino had lost his baby fat, and he was growing into a young adult, smooth young muscles slowly replacing soft supple flesh. Spain felt his arousal rise…
He shouldn’t be thinking about things like that!! He wasn’t France!!
A rather hard smack fueled by his fluster thoughts lurched Romano forward on his lap with a string of curses that suddenly turned into a soft moan..
Moan?
Antonio paused for a minute.. There was something hard pressing against his own stiffness.
He slapped Romano again hard, the boy lurched with a string of abusive expletives, again the hard object brushed against his own.
They both moaned at the movement. Spain froze, he glanced down at Romano, the boy stilled, and his face was stained crimson and flooded with tears.
Spain slapped him a few more times, experimentally, paused, then experimented again.
Each time, the boy cries and curses ended with a moan and Antonio groaned with pleasure, and continued to experiment.
Finally, after a couple of "experiments", Romano exploded with impatience.
“ GOD DAMN IT YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT! YES GOD DAMN IT! I-I-I-M, I-I’M….GOD DAMN IT! I CAN’T SAY IT! MY GOD DAMN HAIR IS CAUGHT IN YOUR GOD DAMN BELT! AAAAHHHH! GOD! DO SOMETHING SPAIN YOU BASTARD!”
Spain smiled, the lust was not hidden from his voice when he spoke.
“ Ohhhh?, quieres que yo te ayudas? Pues..you have to apologize to me."
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