This is What Happens When Everyone Talks About Spanking

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Title: Silver and Red
Character(s) or Pairing(s): femAustria/femPrussia
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Lots and lots of corporal punishment
Summary: Austria is sick of Prussia's shit and finally does something about it.
Notes: The terribly uncreative title can actually reference a few things, though I had nothing particular in mind. Really I just didn't want to call the dumb think "PruAus Spanking" lol.

 

It was never easy to wake from a nap and have your house invaded by Prussia, perhaps- Austria reflected- she should quit leaving the window to the garden open. But whatever the cause, she had more important things to focus on. She tried following after Prussia, attempting to lure her away from things that she really ought not be getting her hands into, but truthfully she didn't have the mental or physical energy to keep up with her. Instead she took her leave in her living room, listening anxiously as Prussia got into god knows what, and contemplated what she should do. Normally she would call someone to take care of Prussia for her, but it seemed no matter whom she called her pesky neighbor would find her way back in a few days, completely undeterred. It was quite a hopeless situation, and cranky as she was from being woken she was finding it even more frustrating than usual.

 

Austria would not be made a victim in her own house, however, and finally- after a terrifyingly loud bang that made her heart race and only increased her paranoia- she decided to take things into her own hands.

 

Once Prussia rounded the corner and ran back into the living room Austria summoned all the haughty bravado she had and called out to her, "Preußen, if you continue to run around my house behaving like a child then I will treat you like one."

 

"What are you going to do?" Prussia retorted, "Lock me in the cellar and not let me have any pasta?"

 

And then, Austria did something very childish herself; she stuck her foot out and she tripped her.

 

Prussia fell hard against the wood floor, too caught up in her own cackling to pay attention to her surroundings. The stumble was enough to stun her, and there was a quiver to her limbs as she pulled herself up to her hands and knees. Unfortunately she wasn't quick enough, and Austria lifted her- though not without considerable effort- until she was laying on her stomach across the younger woman's knees, Austria herself now perched on her couch with impeccable posture.

 

"What the hell do you think you're doing Österreich!?" Prussia tried to wiggle free, but Austria had a firm hand between her shoulder blades keeping her pinned.

 

"As I was saying," Austria replied calmly, not acknowledging Prussia's struggling or yelling, "I simply cannot allow you to continue to run around my house behaving the way you do. If I cannot impress upon you the importance of good behavior like an adult then you leave me no choice but to treat you as you are acting- like a child."

 

Prussia swore and continued her thrashing, but Austria simply ignored her and kept her pinned. In most tests of pure strength Prussia could handily overcome Austria, but it was not brains alone that won Austria her Empire and she was quite intent on making her point this afternoon- if nothing else, Germanic stubbornness was strong in her too.

 

Though she often scolded Prussia about the indecency of her favorite little black skirt, there was something terribly convenient in a time like this to be able to just yank it- and her panties- down to her knees in one easy motion; it also had the added bonus of being so tight it effectively bound the other woman's legs, leaving her unable to kick any longer- vulnerable to Austria's will. Before Prussia could make some useless comment about having her skirt pulled down, Austria's free hand came down with a resounding SMACK square across the middle of her ass.

 

"Are you freaking kidding me!?" Though her tone was defiant, there was a notable change in pitch in Prussia's voice, making Austria's lips quirk slightly. "You'll tire of this long before I will young lady."

 

Austria let out a noncommittal hum in response. Her attention was focused on the tiny bit of color creeping up on Prussia's flesh; truly one of the nicest parts of spanking someone with Prussia's complexion is how easily it turns nice and pink. Though she enjoyed it now, there was a bit of truth to Prussia's words; it was a gamble to punish her in this way, but Austria was determined to make this just that- a punishment.

 

"Now do be quiet," Austria finally spoke as she brought her hand down again- SMACK, SMACK- "Unless it is an apology I don't want to hear it."

 

Prussia bore the first few hits well, gritting her teeth but otherwise not giving Austria any sort of reaction to feed off of, but it didn't take long for Austria to settle into a rhythm, and each firm SMACK was met with a squirming attempt to suppress more. Each cheek was hit evenly, though never in any predictable way she could take comfort in, until her whole back side started to feel warm. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and a whimpered groan escaped her.

 

"Yes? Do you have something to say?" Austria's hand came down again with her question, but this time it stayed, just rubbing the warm, smooth flesh as she waited for an answer.

 

The gentleness from Austria's touch after such harsh treatment made Prussia's skin tingle and her stomach tighten. But she wasn't about to concede anything to the other, and instead brought her arms up to fold them in front of her, allowing her to hide her face in them.

 

"Nothing," she said, her answer muffled by her arms.

 

"Good," Austria replied, bringing her hand up and back down again with another loud SMACK!

 

As Austria's abuses continued, this time she would rub or squeeze the flesh beneath her hand with each hit. It was just terribly amusing to watch the way Prussia wiggled and groaned over such little things. By the next series of SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the swearing started. Really it was impressive it took so long before Prussia started yelling obscenities, it must really be starting to hurt now.

 

Good. SMACK!

 

"I thought I told you to stay quiet?"

 

"Oh fuck off Princess."

 

"Language!" Austria clucked her tongue admonishingly, delivering another firm SMACK square across the middle of her behind.

 

Prussia hid her face in the crook of her elbow, groaning pathetically in face of the next series of punishments. She wanted to kick and scream, but her skirt kept her legs trapped just as her pride kept her voice trapped. There was nothing she could do but wiggle, whine, and take it.

 

Not long after, Austria's hand stilled again, still on Prussia's ass but no longer making a move to strike her. Though Prussia took this as an opportunity to sneer- she knew Austria didn't have it in her to keep up with this sort of punishment- Austria was in fact contemplating her options. True her hand was getting tired and she had yet to get the result she wanted from Prussia, but she was not ready to concede quite yet. The fact of the matter was this was all too inelegant for her; ordinarily when corporal punishment is needed she preferred to do so with a riding crop and suchlike, the precision and skill required makes the whole thing a lot more satisfying. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and there was no way Prussia would simply sit still and let Austria pick her instrument of choice to continue. Fortunately a small, ornate silver hair brush was within her grasp, and she watched with a smug grin as Prussia's eyes bugged out watching her pick it up.

 

"You can't be serious!!" Prussia hollered, her wiggling more animated now than since they had begun.

 

"Oh I am quite serious," Austria laid the back of the hair brush against Prussia's heated flesh, just letting her feel the weight of what was about to come, "unless of course you are ready to apologize to me. Incidentally this will be your last opportunity, once I start with this I will not stop until I am satisfied, no matter what you say."

 

Prussia nodded, indicating she understood, but no words followed. Instead she shifted enough to look back at Austria with a challenging glare. Very well.

 

Austria brought the hair brush up high until it was about even with her head, then swung it back down with a loud, sharp SMACK! The reaction was instantaneous, despite her efforts earlier Prussia could not school her response this time, and a loud ow echoed throughout the hall. Again Austria brought the brush up, and back down with an audible swish and a SMACK as it connected, causing another outburst from Prussia.

 

The room mixed with the sounds of the hair brush- SMACK, SMACK, SMACK- against Prussia's backside, and her subsequent yelping and yelling, a cacophony of punishment and learning that brought a little hitch to Austria's breath. She settled into a pattern, varied enough to keep Prussia on her toes, and watched with a strange- albeit familiar- satisfaction as she squirmed and turned red under her.

 

Neither of them could say how long this punishment lasted, nor really if, in all of her yelling and crying out, Prussia ever ultimately apologized. It didn't matter in the end, because by the time Austria stopped swinging her arm she had gotten the respect (or rather, submission) she wanted; Prussia was slumped over across her knees, body limp as she no longer resisted but rather accepted her punishment, and aside from the occasional hiccup she was completely silent. Austria decided to just let them sit still for a moment, politely ignoring as Prussia rubbed at her eyes and continued to hiccup softly. She wasn't surprised she had brought the older woman to tears, after all her behind was now a nice deep red rather than the light pinkish they were both used to, but really she had brought it in herself.

 

Still, given that it was a hair brush she used to punish the other, Austria didn't see the harm in gently brushing out the long, soft pale locks in front of her while she came down. It seemed to help what was definitely not guilt because she was totally justified in her actions at any rate. And Prussia just had such nice silky hair!

 

"Österreich," Prussia's voice was hoarse from all her yelling earlier, but Austria made out her name nonetheless. She didn’t have to say more, Austria knew what she wanted and had no intention of keeping her further, it appeared the lesson had been learned and though she was many things, she was not needlessly cruel.

 

She gently extracted her hands, helping Prussia to get up so she too could stand and stretch her legs. Her eyes stayed on Prussia as she pulled up her skirt and panties, satisfied with both the embarrassed way she looked at the floor as she did so and with the soft hiss that accompanied pressure on the abused area.

 

Austria cleared her throat, then spoke once Prussia was decent, "Now I expect you will take your leave and think twice before deciding to cause mischief in my house."

Ending something like this is always awkward and Austria was both unsurprised and relieved when Prussia simply turned up her nose at her and stormed off. The drive to Berlin would be difficult, as would the next few days based on how sore she had made her, and Austria grinned just a bit at that knowledge. For some reason she was suddenly inspired to play...