AmericaxReader - Jealous (Part 2/2)

[Warning: Contains spanking.]

   America was relived, but still not 100% certain. "But what about when you were petting his hair? What was THAT all about?"

   You rolled your eyes and responded. "I simply wanted to know what his hair felt like; No big deal. It was really soft." You lovingly ran your fingers through America's hair and continued. "Almost as soft as yours...." You smiled, trying to make him do the same. "I want to feel Japan's hair, too, but *copying Japan's voice* that wourd be an invasion of his personarl space."

   America laughed at your imitation. "Gawd! You're such a tease!" He didn't seem to mind you wanting to 'flirt' with Japan. But thinking about Russia got him a little mad, again. He grabbed both of your shoulders and gently held you away from him so he could see your face. "I don't mind you talking to other guys." His expression became serious. "But I want you to stay away from that commie! You can't trust him. He's insane!"

   Your smile vanished. How dare America try to tell you who you can and can't talk to! You were staring to feel like Hungary when she's arguing with Prussia; Pissed. You pried his hands off of you and responded with a snarl. "I can talk to whoever I want! You just don't want me talking to Russia, 'cuz you're still hung up on that whole 'Cold War' thing!" You crossed your arms again. "Maybe I'll just go visit him at his house, this weekend..."

   America's face darkened and he pointed a scolding finger at you. "_____, I swear. If I see you talking to him again--" He was interrupted by you yelling back at him.

   "Wudd'ya gonna do, Al?" You put on a cute, fake pout as you continued. "Punish me?"    

   There was a short pause. "Ya know what..." A small grin crept it's way onto his face. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do!" With that, he reached over and grabbed your arms, pulling you toward him and across his lap. You didn't even have time to react before he raised one hand in the air, bringing it back down with a firm slap across your backside. *SMACK!*

   "Whoa! Alfred, what the hell?" You flashed a sassy smile back at him, clearly pleased with his reaction. "I know you can hit harder than THAT!"

   His smile widened and he slapped you harder, causing a small gasp to pass your lips. This was a common thing between the two of you. Whenever you were naughty, or just wanted to relieve some tension, you got a spanking. It made you feel good, and it let America get out his aggression. A win/win situation.

   With every slap, you let loose pleasured moans and gasps. You felt your stress diminishing further and further, as did America. His face now wore a soft, flirtatious smile and he was even laughing. After about 15 swats, he paused, rubbing your backside. "So...Are you gonna talk to that damn commie again?" The smirk on his face suggested that he clearly knew what you were gonna say, and had a plan for when you did.

   Not yet satisfied, you stuck out your tongue at him and smiled. You knew he'd continue your 'punishment' if you said yes. "Hehehe...Of course I will."

   America laughed harder. "Heh! That's what I figured." With that, he grabbed the waist of your pajama pants and swiftly pulled them down to your knees, revealing your black, 'boy-shorts'-style underwear. Some of your freshly-colored skin was exsposed around the edges of the shorts. You cringed with anticipation as he reached over and grabbed his US-flag paddle out of his nightstand. Laying the item against you, he taunted. "Naughty girls always get the paddle." With that, the wood left your skin and returned with a crisp smack against your almost-bare flesh.

   That first strike earned a cry from you. "Ahh!" The pain made you start tearing up, but the overwhelming pleasure also made you laugh. America began hitting the lower and middle parts of your cheeks in a steady rotation. You moaned loudly and bit your lip as the swats got harder and harder. After another 20 blows, however, a strong gasp warned your bf that you were at your limit; The pain was starting to be too much. It was going to stop being fun if he continued much longer.

   Understanding the situation, America sat the paddle beside him on the bed and picked you up, setting you on his lap. He looked at you flirtatiously. Your face was wet with tears, but you were blushing and smiling lovingly at him. "Now...I'll ask you again. Are you going to talk to Russia any more?" He stroked your hair gently, waiting for your answer.

   You gave him a kiss. "I don't know..." Raising an eyebrow, you continued. "Are you gonna spank me again, if I do?"

   He slapped your butt as he responded. "Of course I will, you naughty girl."

   You smiled. "Then, yes."
   
   The end!