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Having a Word [Norway/Denmark]
Title: Having a Word
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: ~400 words
Summary: Normally, Denmark would just expect a lecture; this time, Norway has more in mind.
Other: Vaguely 17th-century. Striking with implements + domestic discipline (I guess?). Written for the APH anon meme impromptu smut-a-thon; prompt was "that's a paddlin'", lol. [Original Post]
Having a Word
"You ought to know better."
The blow came down again, with a loud smack. Denmark gasped, then bit at his lip, shutting his eyes tight.
He had to admit; he'd fucked up. That plan of his, well – it hadn't turned out the way he'd thought it would. And he'd figured that Norway wouldn't be pleased. But he hadn't expected to end up like this: bent over the desk in his bedroom, bare ass in the air, while Norway lectured and smacked him in turn.
Norway had gone about it cool as you please. He'd said they needed to have a talk, but Denmark hadn't known what the hell was coming. As soon as he came into the room, Norway had plucked the hairbrush off the dresser, and the next thing Denmark knew, he was shoved down over his desk, scattering papers every which way. And then his clothes were down – how the hell had Norway done that so fast?! – and the blow came.
And they kept coming.
Smack.
"Didn't even think any of this over afore you went ahead with it, did you?"
Denmark let out a yelp, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
Norway had bent over him as he spoke, quiet and cold, his lips by Denmark's ear. Denmark flushed – and it was partly from embarrassment of it all, but it partly wasn't.
He knew that he could turn the tables on Norway. In fact, he ought to. Probably. Turn around, grab that damn hairbrush. Bend him over and show him just who was in charge, here. But there was something about it. The caustic tone in Norway's voice. The way he gripped at Denmark's hair and held him there. Even the sharp pain of the brush on his bare ass. Somehow, all of it went straight to his cock.
Denmark swallowed harshly. Digging his nails into his palms, biting down on his lip, he tried to stay quiet and take it. Bad enough that he was flushed all to hell and getting punished in such a humiliating way, but he was hard as a rock, too, and wasn't that something. He doubted it was what Norway had intended.
"Ought to be ashamed of yourself."
A moan slipped out in spite of his best effort.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: ~400 words
Summary: Normally, Denmark would just expect a lecture; this time, Norway has more in mind.
Other: Vaguely 17th-century. Striking with implements + domestic discipline (I guess?). Written for the APH anon meme impromptu smut-a-thon; prompt was "that's a paddlin'", lol. [Original Post]
Having a Word
"You ought to know better."
The blow came down again, with a loud smack. Denmark gasped, then bit at his lip, shutting his eyes tight.
He had to admit; he'd fucked up. That plan of his, well – it hadn't turned out the way he'd thought it would. And he'd figured that Norway wouldn't be pleased. But he hadn't expected to end up like this: bent over the desk in his bedroom, bare ass in the air, while Norway lectured and smacked him in turn.
Norway had gone about it cool as you please. He'd said they needed to have a talk, but Denmark hadn't known what the hell was coming. As soon as he came into the room, Norway had plucked the hairbrush off the dresser, and the next thing Denmark knew, he was shoved down over his desk, scattering papers every which way. And then his clothes were down – how the hell had Norway done that so fast?! – and the blow came.
And they kept coming.
Smack.
"Didn't even think any of this over afore you went ahead with it, did you?"
Denmark let out a yelp, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.
Norway had bent over him as he spoke, quiet and cold, his lips by Denmark's ear. Denmark flushed – and it was partly from embarrassment of it all, but it partly wasn't.
He knew that he could turn the tables on Norway. In fact, he ought to. Probably. Turn around, grab that damn hairbrush. Bend him over and show him just who was in charge, here. But there was something about it. The caustic tone in Norway's voice. The way he gripped at Denmark's hair and held him there. Even the sharp pain of the brush on his bare ass. Somehow, all of it went straight to his cock.
Denmark swallowed harshly. Digging his nails into his palms, biting down on his lip, he tried to stay quiet and take it. Bad enough that he was flushed all to hell and getting punished in such a humiliating way, but he was hard as a rock, too, and wasn't that something. He doubted it was what Norway had intended.
"Ought to be ashamed of yourself."
A moan slipped out in spite of his best effort.