So this chapter was posted a lot sooner than I thought it would be (I'm seriously motivated to write this story for some reason?) - so, here it is, the great chapter 3! Oh, poor Artie...

My disclaimer for this chapter is don't rush into using something like a strap when starting out some sort of bdsm or dd relationship, or you could cause real damage. These two are hella experienced, okay ;)


Arthur chewed on his lip nervously as Alfred triumphantly pulled the strap out of the box. The box was one Arthur knew well – it contained Alfred's (rather large) collection of spanking implements, and it was never something Arthur was pleased to see.

As far as the strap went, it was usually reserved for more intense punishments, and Arthur rarely found his bottom graced with its leather. Even when he had been particularly bad, it would usually be the belt he received, and although the strap wasn't the most painful implement Alfred owned, at 12 inches long and more than half a centimetre thick, it wasn't something Arthur was happy to receive 57 swats of.

Alfred played with the strap in his hands for a while, before setting it on the bed before motioning Arthur over to him

"I know it wasn't on the punishment list, but I'm going to give you a quick warm up before we begin anyway," Alfred informed as Arthur scrambled across the bed to him.

Arthur nodded, and he let Alfred pick him up and gently position him on the bed so that he was on hands and knees with his face pressed against the bed sheets.

He felt the bed shift from added weight, but he didn't move as he felt Alfred's arms on either side of his hips, his husband's hands first unbuckling Arthur's belt, then unzipping him, before finally sliding his trousers and boxers to rest around his knees. Arthur's face flushed slightly in embarrassment, as although he had been with Alfred for many, many years now, he still felt awkward being in such an exposed position – it wouldn't be much of a punishment if there was no embarrassment involved, he supposed.

"You ready?" Alfred asked him, and Arthur nodded into the sheets – he wasn't too worried about the warm-up, he had experienced enough spankings by now that even with Alfred's strength the hand alone wouldn't bring him even close to tears, and they tended to be more jocular than the actual punishment anyway.

He felt Alfred's weight shift of the bed again and turned slightly to see him standing behind Arthur's position on the bed, side on. Arthur placed his head back down into the sheets when he felt one of Alfred's hands on his back, the other placed across his cheeks. The pressure on his bottom left for only a second, before the hand was back, hitting across Arthur's right cheek with a sharp smack. Arthur winced slightly, and bit his bottom lip as Alfred brought his hand down again, this time on his left.

This continued for a further ten swats, by which point Arthur was wriggling slightly on the bed, before Alfred began to rub gentle circles on Arthur's bottom with his hand. Arthur arched back into the comforting touch, and Alfred laughed, pushing him back down.

"Come on now, ten more and we'll start the real punishment," he said, removing his hand and checking his partner was back in position.

Arthur's whine turned into a squeak as gave a sudden swat, harder than the previous ten, and with the next swat, Arthur was gripping the sheets.

"You're ass is pinking nicely, Arthur," Alfred chuckled as he continued to swat his partner's ass, "Wanna see?" he asked as he finished up with two hard swats across the Brit's entire bottom.

Arthur glared half heartedly, but allowed the American to pull him off the bed and over to the large mirror.

"Very nice, Alfred," Arthur said sarcastically, though his further reddening face clearly indicated his embarrassment, "Can we get back to it?" he asked.

"Sure, if you're so desperate," Alfred winked, nudging Arthur back over to the bed, though once Arthur had awkwardly waddled across the room, Alfred's demeanour quickly changed again.

"Lie on your stomach, Arthur, and arms by your side," he ordered, picking up the strap as Arthur shuffled himself into position.

The Brit lay still, as instructed, burying his head into a pillow for comfort, and trying to brace himself for what was to come.

"I won't begin until you're ready," Alfred informed him, "But I won't show much mercy once I've started. Just let me know,"

"O-okay, I'm ready," Arthur said after a minutes hesitation, and he balled his fists into the sheets as he heard the whoosh of the strap flying through the air.

Arthur yelped aloud as it hit, striking him across both of his cheeks, and Alfred gave him a few seconds to get used to the feel before he brought it down again.

Two strikes later, and Arthur was hissing through his teeth, struggling not to swear as each swat left behind an intense sting.

Alfred settled into a quick and steady rhythm after this, and Arthur noticed that he was steadily increasing the strength put into each swat as he went on.

At around 15 swats in, when Arthur was yelping and wiggling with each hit, Alfred began to speak.

"When I make a rule, you respect it!" he lectured as he continued to bring the strap down across his whimpering partner's bottom.

"And when I set you guidelines, you respect them," he continued as went in for a 20th, a 21st and a 23rd swat.

"Do you understand, Arthur?" he asked, not pausing in the punishment.

Arthur whimpered and nodded, the intense burn on his backside becoming unbearable.

"I need to hear you say it, Arthur," Alfred began to increase the strength behind the swats, and the angry red welts on Arthur's cheeks became indistinguishable from one another.

"I-I under-" Arthur cried out as he felt on particularly strong swat, "-stand, A-Alfred," he managed to finish, gaining more control over his voice as Alfred lessened the intensity of the punishment.

"Good boy," Alfred praised, "Hopefully this will be a lesson you remember," he said, before settling again into a pattern of silent, steady swats.

Thirty-five swats in, and Arthur was crying. He liked to pride himself on his personal strength and pain threshold, but the strap, combined with Alfred's strength, was far past what he could bare. He wanted to beg, or whine Alfred's name, in hopes that he would stop, but unless something was seriously wrong, complaining would likely just end with Alfred adding more swats in. He contented himself with burying his head in the pillow as he sniffled, whimpered, and yelped, whilst promising to himself that he would neither disregard rules nor let Alfred use stupid punishment generators again.

Towards the end of the punishment, Alfred paused, and he reached forward to gently rub circles on Arthur's bottom. Arthur hissed slightly, but allowed Alfred to gently soothe the flaming skin, knowing that the final ten hits were coming up. He was amazed that he had survived so far without breaking position or scrambling away, and he was hoping Alfred would be impressed with his good behaviour and go slightly easier on him later on.

"I want you to count down for these final ten, okay Arthur?" Alfred asked as he adjusted his position so he were standing as if ready to bat a ball.

Arthur nodded, though screwed his eyes tight shut and balled his fists, knowing the last swats would be the hardest.

Alfred raised the strap, and brought it down on Arthur's angry red bottom. Arthur cried out loudly, before stuttering out a muffled "ten" through gritted teeth.

He brought it out again, and Arthur gasped, before stuttering out a "n-nine".

One more hit, and Arthur burst back into tears, sobbing out a "three", followed by a cry of "eight", "seven", and on the sixth hit "Ahh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wont do it again,".

Alfred sighed, "Arthur, you've already taken 53 swats, don't get so dramatic on the last four, or I will extend the punishment," he chided.

"S-sorry, s-six," Arthur sniffled into his pillow, crying out again as Alfred struck a seventh time, and eighth and a ninth.

"Final swat, Arthur, you're doing well,"

Arthur, whose crying had not ceased, simply nodded, and he allowed Alfred to give one last hard swat to his bottom before crying "one" and scrambling up and into his husbands waiting arms.

Alfred scooped up the sobbing Englishman before carefully positioning them both back on the bed. He held the smaller man tightly to his chest and stroking his back soothingly.

"It's all right, it's all right, you did well, Artie," he cooed.

Arthur took comfort in his husband's petting, and he allowed the man to coddle him as his sobbing was gradually reduced to whimpers and sniffles. His ass burned and stung and ached all at the same time – this was already setting itself out to be one of the harshest punishments he had received (though, he reasoned, although the punishment may feel unfair whilst he was experiencing it, it was rare that he would intentionally ignore a rule or guideline of guideline of Alfred's, so he likely deserved it).

After five minutes of coddling, Alfred gently set Arthur back down on the bed (lying, of course, on his front) and made to get up.

"We're going to take a little break Artie, I'll make you a cup of tea and we'll watch a little TV before we continue, okay?" Alfred asked, knowing it wouldn't be fair to expect his partner to handle more immediately after that.

Arthur nodded into the sheets. He supposed he would have to enjoy the break as best as he could whilst dreading the rest of the punishment, though he was thankful that Alfred was kind and sensible enough to allow him a mid-punishment break in the first place.