Kinky Countries. (xReader)

England - Spanking

You wondered what kind of kink England had in store for you as you walked down his street. It was cold, overcast and a light rain had started, something you admired about the country. This weather brought on a plethora of enchantment to the scenery of his home, leaving forests blooming with harsh greens and apparently, according to England himself, fairies and other little creatures loved playing in the small droplets of rain.

But you were distracting yourself from the task at hand. He was into the whole 'mythical' gang, so maybe it had something to do with that, like cosplay or... something? You didn't actually know what to expect. You tried thinking back into the years you have known the sophisticated country. He likes drinking tea and telling people off. Oh! Your eyes widened as you shoved your hand into your fist, "Discipline!"

"I beg your pardon?" Your head swiftly shot up to see the Brit standing in his doorway with his head poking out of the crack, as not to let the heat out.

Your face flushed a bright red. How long have you and he been there? You hadn't even noticed you walked up to his porch, did you even knock on his door? You gave him a cheeky grin, "Hee-hee... Nothing~ Hi, England!"

He tilted his head to the side, looking at you as if examining your mental health before opening the door and letting you in, "Hello, (Y/n), how are you? Did you have a good flight?"

You nodded and allowed England to take your coat for you and hang it on the hanger, "It was good~! They served a really nice meal on the plane, I enjoyed it so much!"

He smiled and lead you into the kitchen where he had the kettle boiling and a pot on the stove, "That's lovely, Love. I'm glad." He opened the pot and began stirring the contents with a wooden spoon before lifting it up and tasting it. He then dipped it back in and held it over the pot, asking you, "I'm making a Stroganoff for dinner, care to try some?"

You walked over to him and leaned closer to the spoon as he fed. England was so happy you were spending the next 24 hours with him, and he loved feeding you! Literally, having you try his food as he brought the utensil to your mouth made him feel so good for some reason. Even more when you'd compliment him, "Mmmmm, so good~!"

He put the lid back on the pot and questioned, "What do you think it needs?"

You held a finger to your chin before exclaiming, "More salt!"

"Exactly what I had in mind," he agreed, adding the amount he deemed perfect. Once the kettle had boiled, he began making drinks, peering out the window in curiosity, "I wonder if it'll turn to snow soon."

"Has it been snowing a lot lately?" You asked.

He set the cup down before you and sat across from you, "Indeed.The Lord's Cricket Grounds were covered in a layer not too long ago."

You sipped your drink in delight, your body earning goosebumps from the warm liquid, "That sounds pretty cool."

"It did look beautiful, I'll have to admit." The two of you sat in a nice silence for a while, just enjoying the company of each other as the rain pitter-pattered on the roof. You then decided to look around for Flying-Mint Bunny or any of his other friends. You haven't actually seen them properly, but you believe you have caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of your eyes before, so you believed that they were there. Soon enough, England spoke out, "So Canada informed me that you and he had sex."

"ACK." You choked on your own saliva as he blatantly said those words. Why did Canada say that? Does everyone know? Oh, you supposed it didn't matter... Hopefully they don't go telling the World now though.

"Sorry," England smirked, obviously amused by your reaction but trying to keep a steady face, "But that's good. I'm glad you're allowing this to go that far." No one even asked you if you wanted to have sex, they just assumed such stuff. Then again, you couldn't deny how much you were loving this attention.

"I see..." You replied, unsure of exactly what to say.

England grinned, looking into his tea before speaking out, "I suppose I should get it out now. You see, (Y/n), my kink, is spanking."

"AHA!" You shouted in victory, causing him to give you a confused look as his thick eyebrows furrowed above his emerald eyes. Your lips turned to a crooked smile, "Sorry... Continue." But you were still happy inside, you KNEW it had something to do with discipline! Or well, you guessed it in your theories.

He held his cup to his mouth, "Okay... Well yes, spanking. To a lot of people it may just seem like a smack to the bum, but it's much more than that. In fact, a few of my favourite positions and ones I think you'll enjoy too, involve penetration."

Ha. England was 'talking dirty'. Though his words were held back and 'polite' now, you thought about the change in language during the throes of sex. Oh jeez, now you were going from embarrassed about this whole thing to eager to having some fun with your friends. But more importantly right now was England. Would he speak to you like America and Canada? "How interesting," again, you weren't a natural at responding to these things, but that didn't change your feelings for them.

"It actually can be, if people find it so. But don't worry about it being so plain, I also have toys to accompany the act. Though I doubt it'll match up to America's little dungeon back home," He muttered into his cup.

You raised your eyebrows, so far these three know each others kinks, or seem to anyway, "Do you know everyone's kink?"

He chuckled and pulled back from his drink, "No. Only America's, Canada's, Australia's and Italy's. That's about it."

"Italy's?" The first three you could kind of understand, but Italy just stood way out of the group.

England closed his eyes in thought, nodding his head, "Mhm. I've been... Introduced to it a few times, mainly when visiting there for a meeting or something."

Interesting, interesting... Now you wondered what his kink was, but that will have to wait - You were here for England and you wouldn't let anymore distractions get you! "So spanking, huh? Does it hurt?"

He threw his head side-to-side in a 'so-so' kind of way, "It depends how badly you do it. There are tricks to keep in mind and ways to keep it pleasurable. Something you may have noticed with the other two are that they probably treated you well and made you feel accomplished and 'congratulated' you in some way, being it cuddling, stroking, sweet talk. I'm sure they meant it if they did, but it's also a great way to help the abusee feel better in general; that's also used in spanking."

"So really anything with an abusive touch?" You questioned.

"Pretty much. It's called aftercare and it works like a charm~" He raised his cup up slightly before downing the rest of the liquid.

You pouted your lips as he got up and collected your mugs, "Will you mean it if you say those things to me?"

His hand came to pet your head, making you feel relaxed as his soothing, cultivated voice answered, "Of course, Love."

Happiness blossomed within you, you don't think it'd feel any good if he was just saying those things because he felt obligated to. You watched as England moved about in the kitchen, washing the cups and stirring the pot. Even though people liked to make fun of him he actually was pretty good at cooking and such, it just depended on what he made and if there was any pressure on his shoulders to make it good.

He placed the lid back on the pot and turned to you, "It's only half past one, perhaps we should find some other way to pass the time rather than just sitting around?"

Your eyes lit up, "Please oh please oh pleeeaaasse, I wanna see your magic!"

...

You lazed happily on the couch, smiling about the day. England had escorted you down to his basemen where he keeps all his magical... er, stuffs? You weren't exactly sure what it was called but you always enjoyed going down there. Before you knew it, time flew and you were sitting and eating dinner, conversing about this and that. Now you just had a nice shower and were lying happily on the couch, watching t.v. Once you gathered that there wasn't anything really interesting on, you left it on a Pawn Shop show and turned your body to sit up and look out the window where you were met with little flakes of snow.

You were so absorbed in your gazing that you didn't even hear the shower turn off and the sound of footsteps on the staircase. England stood half-way down, giving a light cough to gain your attention. You looked at him to see him wearing a robe with one hand on the banister; he looked quite noble to say the least. He smiled gingerly down at you, "(Y/n), could you please come up here to my room?"

Oh goodness, was this it? Were you really going to indulge in the sensations of Spanking with England? Your face heated up and your palms grew sweaty, what if you didn't like it? America spanked you and you were... on par with it. But you weren't sure if you could go through with it all. You entered the room to see England standing by the bed, the dim lamps lighting the room and some sex toys on his dresser. Your mouth opened slightly at the scene which made you feel both nice and toasty and a little giddy. Also nervous, oh you were starting to get real nervous.

England motioned for you to come over, so you did. His voice was bliss, his elegant, British accent swimming through the air like a synchronised dancer, "In order to make sure that this Spanking is the good kind of hurt, we should talk about it first." You came to a halt in front of him, looming your gaze up and staring into his brilliant, emerald eyes as he spoke, "We'll start off with feelings. At first it'll probably be more of a shock than anything. You may start thinking about the fact that this is actually happening, that another person's hand is touch your bare behind."

"Bare..." You murmured out. That's right, your body will be in full view of him, England will see everything! Not that the others haven't, but you never thought about it before doing it, it just happened!

He nodded his head and reached for your top, un-buttoning the cotton shirt, "Yes, bare. Next we should establish a safe word."

You gulped, thinking about this more dangerously than it should be, "I-Is that really necessary?"

England smiled down at you, "Don't worry, Love, it's just a precautionary measure." He slid the shirt off you, revealing your naked chest. You blushed heavily as he stared at your breasts with berated breaths. His words were shaky, "It's only natural that you'll wanna tell me to stop 'punishing' you, but you might not mean it." You looked at him like he was speaking in riddles, he just chuckled, "It makes sense, trust me. So, what would you like your safe word to be?"

"..." You stood there in utter blankness.

England could see you struggling so he helped, "People usually opt for some type of fruit...?"

"Oh," you thought over it, your answer squeaky and unsure, "Mango?"

He smiled brightly, "Brilliant!" Stepping back, England then sighed happily and told you, "Be a dear and take off your pants~"

Your face grew hot as you obeyed him, "O-Okay..." Slowly, but not to tantalise him, you took off your pants, a little 'highly strung' because you weren't wearing underwear and scared that England wouldn't like how you looked naked.

England's lips slightly parted as he unconsciously uttered, "Absolutely beautiful." Your eyes lit up at his words, feeling more confident and happy about yourself now. As you basked in your own glee, England walked over to his desk and picked up a string, having two ball-like objects hanging off it in a vertical manner. They were golden and had some black, Chinese writing on them. England walked over and grabbed your hand, placing them in and letting them clink around; they were made of metal, "Do you know what these are?"

You shook your head, your eyes never leaving them, "Nuh-uh."

He sat on the bed, crossing his legs and leaning back on his palms, "They are called 'Ben Wa Balls'. You insert them into your vagina to add pleasure during simple things. They're on a silk string for easy removal." His eyes grew darker as he said, "I would like you to enter them inside you, this way you'll get more out of the Spanking."

"O-Oh..." You looked back at the balls before meeting his eyes again, "Now?"

"Yes," he said simply, "Go ahead, whenever you're ready."

With shaky hands, you held the string out in front of you, looking at the 'toy'. Grabbing a ball, you placed it at your entrance, about to push it in when you shied away, "I don't think I'm wet enough!" Oh, you said that louder than intended...

England just gave you a reassuring smile and held out his hand, "Come here, Love, it's alright." You timidly stepped closer, allowing England to bring you to sit in front of him with your back pressed against his front. "Easy does it," he hooked his legs around yours and slowly opened you up so your core was in full spectrum. Closing your eyes from this embarrassment, you allowed him to do what he must, "I'm going to touch you now, Okay?"

"Okay," you whimpered, your bold thoughts from earlier definitely gone by now as you realised how vulnerable you really were when it came to sexual exposure. You leaned into him, your breath hitching as his fingers came to gently stroke your folds. England rubbed his digits up and down, gliding them over your opening as you did your best not to make too much of a scene over this simple action. It was all in vain, however, as he stuck one of his fingers inside you, stirring it around like a mixer in batter, "Mmm~"

He grinned and added another, your clit throbbing and walls becoming wetter by the moment, "You enjoy something as simple as this? My, you are precious."

"Ah, England~" He pumped his fingers in and out, tempted to watch you orgasm before his eyes as he penetrated you with his fingers. With a deep breath, he removed himself, "Let's not be too hasty now, I wouldn't want you warn out before we get started. (Y/n), try putting them in now."

Your hands were even more shaky now, but not from nerves, more so the unreleased pleasure. The first ball slipped in nicely, accompanied by the second with ease. You stood up, the objects sliding around inside you, making you gasp and your legs to wobble, "Oh my!"

England chuckled and held your hand, "Yes, they certainly do enhance the simplest of things. Now come back here, I want you to lie over my lap." You did as was told and bit your lip at how open you felt. You were sure he could see everything from your crack to your vagina, and you were just openly giving him this access! You were comfy though. "This is a classic, over the knee spanking. Rather than just the hits, I have given you the Ben Wa Balls to add to the pleasure. It's also important to use a firm hand, like so."

"*SMACK* AH!" You jolted. he was right, it was the shock that got you the most. Immediately after, England rubbed the spot, soothing it and making you feel better. Because of the sudden smack, you didn't at first notice the balls rolling around inside of you, but now they just felt so good, along with the minor stinging under his hand.

England smirked at the outcome, "See how my hand held confidence and stability? It's important not to let it lack in anything otherwise you might accidentally do some damage, like using the nail or making it more painful then need be."

Your mind swirled about in bliss as the more you clenched your sheath, the more the balls moved about. In a trance, you tried to keep up with his words, "Sure..." You shook your head, trying to compose yourself, "Oh, yeah! Stability, got it. Haha." You felt sweat bead your forehead as you tried to stay on task and learn more for your journal, "There's more to Spanking then I thought there was."

England mused at your actions, not denying the love he had for you easy ways of getting lost and sucked into the pleasure. For some girls it was just impossible to make them happy. He readied his hand for another smack, "Yes well, there are a lot of misconceptions and not much understanding about a lot of Kinks if people don't look into it. I personally love that you're creating this column, maybe then more people will understand that not everything is pain and torture."

"*SMACK!* Aaaawwww, ahhh~" You moaned out loudly as his hand collided with your bare bum. The balls inside you swirled around like a small boat on the ocean's waves. England's firm hand spanked and rubbed your buttocks, the actions mixed the balls extraordinary, though it wasn't enough to bring you to an orgasm unless you used the power of your mind to conjure up some scenario in your head, but you just wanted to relish in the feel of this present moment.

England felt his arousal stirring much greater at the sight of you succumbing to his palm. He absorbed himself in your every reaction, the way your face radiating with embarrassment, your leaking entrance as the arousal got to you, mixed with your throaty moans. It took a lot of his strength to finally stop, rubbing the area as he spoke, "Very well done, I'm extremely impressed and proud of how well this is going so far, and it's only the first one."

You panted on his lap, to scared to move your legs as the balls would just make you moan loudly again and the room was significantly quieter. You breathed out, "H-How many are there?"

"I won't show you everything, but I have chosen a select few for you to try out, but it all depends on if you use the safe word or not."

You drooled at the thought of more of this magnificent concoction of 'pain' and pleasure. "Hey, if it means more of this then I don't mind," you said without a thought.

England laughed, holding a hand to his mouth as he admired your insistence. He reached around him and grabbed a spatula, "Very well then, this one is called, 'Spank the Monkey'." He reached under you knees and lifted your legs up to your chest, cradling you like a child before rubbing the spatula over the outside of your cheek, "This one has more of a 'sting' to it, but it only makes the aftercare all the more desirable."

"*SMACK!* AHHH!" You screamed. He was right, that one brought tears to your eyes.

England then proceeded to rubbing the spatula on the reddening area, stroking your hair and hushing you, "Shh, it's alright, see? Doesn't this feel nice?"

You blinked away the tears and nodded your head, tingling sensations coming from the rubbing of the flat surface of the spatula. He rubbed it along your crack and over the surface area before giving another surprise *SMACK!*. You did well to hold in your cries and moans, but it was hard as this one had a whole knew feeling to it. The balls were still inside you, moving like crazy and his actions only proved dominant and arousing, along with the sting of the object. "Ahh..." You breathed, taking the hits as they came and turning them into something more then just a smack. England licked his lips as he continued to abuse and refute you, making you truly believe that this action was pure bliss and desire by you.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, he meeting your gaze as he didn't stop his contradicting actions. Every opened-mouth gasp you made and the longing look you gave him on did well to bring his boner to a full attention. He gave one more good, hard *SMACK* before tending to the area with a smile, "How are you feeling~?"

"Innovated," you moaned, relishing in his soft touches.

England chuckled and picked you up, moving you to the three-seater sofa in his room by the wall. He placed you on the middle cushion, your back lying on the seat as your legs were bent up by your head and your butt against the back of the couch. Your arms fell beside your head as you hung upside down while England moved to behind the couch and leaned over, massaging your butt cheeks with his hands, "This position is call 'Strike, Dear Mistress'." The name alone had your stomach twisting in anticipation. "It's a sort of dom/sub roleplay. I have chosen to use my hand as the spanking device, and I want you to beg me to touch yourself."

Sweat beaded your forehead as your face went red from being upside down. You used your core to sit up slightly and look at him, the blood rushing back down from your face, "H-Huh?"

"You heard me," He said, giving you a firm smack, making you fall back with a moan and squeak. He smirked as he let his robe fall to the floor, his erection rubbing on the back of the couch, "Beg. Beg for you to touch yourself while I spank you."

"*SMACK* Ah! Please, England~" You moaned out, your body body twitching from all that was happening.

"I'm sorry, what was that? *SPANK* I couldn't quite understand you," he teased.

"MMmmmmnnng~ Ennnglaand~! *SPANK* Ah! Let me touch myself~"

"And why would you want to do that?"

You wanted to scream at him out of frustration but you managed to keep yourself at bay, "Because~ *SPANK* Ng... It'll feel soo good~"

England smirked, gripping one side of your buttocks, opening the cheek and peering inside at your little hole, pre-cum dripping out at just the sight of you. He gave you another smack, "You want to touch yourself while I watch and abuse you?"

"*SPANK* YEESS~! PLease, oh Please, oh Please, England!" You cried out, now more eager than ever to make yourself feel pleasurable as he used his firm hands to torture and manipulate you.

You heard him give a deep, low chuckle as he finally said, "Fine, go ahead." In a husky voice and with another smack, he added, "Play with yourself~"

Your tongue hang out of your mouth as you caught your breath, your shaky hand coming up to press on that magical button of yours, sending tendrils of ecstasy to shoot around your body, "AAAHH~!" You squealed, pushing harder as his smack's became faster. You lightly dragged your finger along your folds and up to your clit, feeling the silk string that was attached to the balls. England noticed this and grabbed at it, gently tugging it and making the most sensitive sensation occur by it, "OH!"

He did this a couple of times, the yanking of the sold balls making your insides clench with shear pleasure and anticipation. Eventually, he pulled them both out, dangling them over his cock as your liquids dripped onto him like so, "I guess we won't be needing these anymore." Stopping his actions altogether, he moved around the couch and picked you up, facing you towards the outside of the room and sitting down himself. He then spread your legs and lowered you onto him, your slick entrance coating his hard cock nicely as he slid right in to his bullocks, "You truly are a wok of art, (Y/n)." He whispered into your ear, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine and arms as he nibbled on your lobe, making your stomach do knots.

"Nnnngg~" You drooled at the pleasure of your red and stinging bum pressed against him while his throbbing cock was pushed into your tightening sheath. "Aahh~ England~" You moaned leaning your back against his chest.

"Tt, tt, tt," he clicked his tongue, moving his lips along your sweaty neck, "We're not done yet. This one has a funny name, it's called the 'Butt Bongos', I want you to lean forward and put your hands on the floor." You did as told, the position giving you a whole new feeling of excitement. "Adding my dick in your vagina makes this foreplay extra fulfilling, don't you think?"

He gave a minor thrust, making you cry out, "YES!"

He chuckled, "I thought it might. What do you like better?" One of his firm hands came to give you a strong *SMACK*. "The balls?" His other did the same on the other side of your bum, "Of my erected cock?" He held your hips and pulled back, thrusting into you and making you cry out.

Tears of pleasure coated your eyes as you groaned, "Oooohhh, your cock~ Definitely your cock!"

England smirked, very happy with the way things were playing out, "I thought you might." He continued these actions, playing your buttocks like bongos with the lovely addition of his hard member thrusting into you.

Your hands wobbled on the floor as you tried your best to keep yourself up, but as your orgasm drew near, it was harder to hold yourself, "Ah.. AH! Oooh~ England! Keep doing that, there!"

"Close, are we?" He couldn't lie, he was about to spill inside of you too. He grit his teeth, using all his might to try and stop, but he couldn't! Instead he just moved straight on, "You've been doing so well, but I have one more that's just going to bring everything together." Grabbing a cushion off the couch, he humped into you, thrusting the two of you to the floor. You landed with a crash, but England did well to make sure you weren't hurt. As your face rubbed into the floor, he grabbed a hold of your hair, enough so that it wouldn't hurt, and placed the pillow under your face for a softer surface. Your body was arched, your arms fallen to the sides of you as you tilted your head to the side to breath, allowing drool to escape out of the corner of your mouth and wet the pillow. He brought you to his knees and thrust into your form, "This is called 'The Dungeon Doggie'. It's ideal for being *~ravished~* for a spanking-sex combo!" His hand gave a nice, fir *SPANK* before his cock delved deep and hard inside you, "Ng~. It alternates stinging strikes with deep thrusts, and having your face in the pillow only makes it so you'll experience my touch more." And he was riiiight~ "But that's not all~"

He reached beside him and picked up a vibrating egg, placing it on your clit and setting it to high, making you scream out, "AAHHHH~!!! WHAT IS - OOOHH~~~~!!!"

England laughed as he watched you struggle to contain yourself, the visage of you absorbed by absolute bliss and torment only making him want to fuck you more. "Yes, isn't this just the best? This is truly the best way to enjoy a good spanking!" He *SMACKED* you and thrust into you, his firm hand mixed with his deep actions and the vibrating egg making your mind lose itself. You couldn't see, you couldn't think, all you could do was lie there and take it, but you wouldn't want it any other way! "Ah, Love, you're about to cum, aren't you?"

Are you? Probably, everything was such a pleasurable numb. Your cunt was throbbing, absorbing him, trying to milk him, but it just seemed natural to you right now. You unconsciously were bucking your hips, trying to get more of his hand, to get his cock as deep as it could go, to press the vibrator harder than it was. You couldn't... You couldn't... You couldn't take it anymore! "ENGLAND!!!!! AAAHHHH~~~~!!!! CUMMING! CUMMING SO HARD!!~~"

As your body tensed, so did England's. Your voice calling out to him like that, your body reacting the way it was was all because of him and he loved it! "FUCK. (Y/N)! AARGHH~~!!!!" He thrust particularly deep, is hands coming to roughly grip your behind as his hips met your flesh. His member pumped wave after wave of hot, white cum into you, the substance mixing with yours as you fell to the ground, allowing the liquids to pour down from you.

England sat there, breathing so heavy that the room was going white to him, unlike you who couldn't even tell if your eyes were closed or not. He, slowly, pulled out of you, the squelching sound of cum echoing the room, the liquid dripping off of his now limp penis. He fell beside you with a *THUD*, reaching and grabbing you to curl into his chest. Both of your breaths became the only audible thing as he held you, his hand rubbing and soothing your red bum. "England..." You huffed out, your sweaty, cooling bodies touching.

He smiled and told you, "(Y/n), I am so happy you did that with me. You really are the best, and I'm so proud at how far you went. You didn't even use your safe word once."

Your vision started coming back, albeit blurry. You giggled, leaning into him as you closed your eyes; you forgot you had one of those.

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