CanadaxReader-spanking

You just got out of the shower and were now in your (f/c) bathrobe and were blow-drying your hair. You walked down the hallway towards your room. Once you arrived you opened the door and stepped inside. You went over to your drawers and pulled out your favorite jeans and (f/c) t-shirt, setting them on your bed you walked over to your full height mirror and begun to untie your bathrobe.

Suddenly you heard some rustling coming from your closet. You strolled quickly over to it and slowly slid open the door.

You looked down to see a very scared looking Canadian pressed in the corner hiding his head in his knees.

“C-Canada?” you said to the cowering Canadian. You were very confused. What the heck was Canada doing in your closet? You’d been friends for quite a few years now and you knew him well enough to know that he’d never done something like this before, now his brother America though wouldn't surprise you by doing this.

Canada snapped his head up and looked at you. He had a few tears sliding down his face. His violet eyes looked up into yours with a mix of worry and fear.

The sight just about broke your heart to pieces. But you still had questions to be answered.

You crouched down to eye level with him and spoke calmly.

“Canada, what are you doing in my closet?” the way you asked made it sound like you were asking him what his favorite color was.

He looked down again before answering. “I’m sorry _____ America said that I didn’t have the guts to pull of a stunt like this. And when I told I wouldn’t do it he…he called me a chicken.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes slightly at this. Of course America would ultimately be responsible for this. You thought to yourself.

“Saying it out loud now it really feels like a stupid reason.” He looked up to meet your eyes again. “I’m really sorry if I offended you by doing this ____.” He let his eyes fall to the floor once again.

You sighed and stood up reaching out your hand to help him up. “I’m not offended Canada, come on get up out of there. Let me get dressed and I’ll get you something to eat downstairs.”

He hesitantly took your hand and allowed you to pull him up. “O-ok…” he said before leaving your room and heading down the stairs.

You watched him leave and started getting dressed again with a fierce scowl on your face, not because you were actually mad at Canada but because you were already thinking of how you were going to kill America next time you saw him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat with Canada on your couch munching on some snacks you’d brought out for you two to eat. You were flipping through channels on your TV when Canada spoke up.

“____?” He asked.    

“Yeah?” you said looking over at him.

“Did really mean it when you said that you weren’t mad at me?” he asked shyly.

You switched off the TV and scotched closer to him. “Of Corse I did Canada, I mean it’s not like you did anything that wrong.”

He looked you in the eyes. “But what I did was wrong and I don’t feel right getting off so scot free; I mean if it was America you would have probably slapped him silly.”

“I probably would have done that if it was anyone but you.” You replied, nodding in agreement.

He looked at you slightly surprised.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you’re not like that Canada. You obviously regret what you did and that’s all that matters in my opinion.”

“Still, I think I you should do something to make me make up for what I did…” he looked off to the side avoiding eye contact.

“Well, what do you want me to do?” you asked plainly.

Canada mumbled something in a quieter than normal voice. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”

He leaned over and whispered in your ear. “You could spank me.”  He pulled away and kept his eyes on the ground, clearly embarrassed.

You looked at him and blinked till you realized he was serious. “Are you sure Canada? Because I’m really not mad.”

He gave a small nod.

There was a long pause before you finally spoke again. “Ok Canada. But only because you asked me to." Another long pause.

“_____, could we do it somewhere else?” he asked glancing at the many windows in your living room.

“Sure, we can go to my office.” With that you stood up headed down the hallway towards your office, Canada shuffling close behind.

You soon entered your office with Canada and after standing next to each other in awkward silence for awhile you walked over to and sat down on the couch against one of the walls.

Canada walked over and stood to your right and looked down not quite sure what to do next.

“Canada?” He looked up to meet your eyes. “Your coat.”
He looked in your eyes a moment before slowly sliding off his coat and setting it on the arm of the couch. Then he proceeded to unbuckle his belt and remove it from around his waist. He then held it out to you.

You looked at it confused for a second before grasping what he meant; you hadn't even thought of the fact that he was a country ,meaning it would take a stronger than normal force to actually cause him any pain. With a shaky hand you took the leather strap and sat it on the couch beside you. You held your hand out for Canada who nervously took it and climbed over your lap resting his forearms on the cushion beside you.

You, wanting to get this over with, placed a hand on the small of his back and with the other raised the doubled over belt in the air.

“_____, “ he said looking over his shoulder at you. ”I took my belt off for a reason.”

You sighed; you’d been hoping he wouldn’t make you go that far. You nodded and grabbed the waistband of his tan pants and pulled them down around his knees. You afterwards slowly drew down his grey boxers as well.

You picked up the belt again and observed the sight in front of you. Canada was resting his head on his arms and was now shaking slightly after having his pale arse fully exposed. You also noticed that he was clenching his teeth together, bracing for the future on-coming pain.  

Not wanting to wait any longer you raised the belt and brought it down quickly on the arse in front of you.

“Ahh!” Canada’s head shot up and he grit his teeth together from the pain. You brought it down again and again. *SMACK* “Gasp!” *SMACK* “Ahh!”*SMACK* “ow!” *SMACK* a few tears rolled down his face, but he had asked for this so you continued.

*SMACK* ”ow!” *SMACK* ”ahh!” *SMACK* ”ahhh!” *SMACK* ”ow! ____, it hurts!” *SMACK* ”stop!” *SMACK* “_____ please!”

Red stripes from the belt had now turned his once pale skin to a dark pink. As much as his pleas made you want to stop you wanted to make sure he felt like he was forgiven so you landed another ten quick blows turning his dark pink skin red.

“AHH!” he kicked his legs a bit at the force of the blows and was now sobbing and clenching the cushion in his fist.

“Almost done Canada just hang in there.” You told him rubbing his back a little before raising the belt once more and landing ten of the best on each sit spot. *SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!* “AAHHH!” *SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!* “OWWW!”

He finally fell limp over your lap and continued to cry into the cushion choking out little ‘I’m sorrys’ between sobs.

You couldn’t take it any more. You hastily fixed his boxers and pants and proceeded to pull him up into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tightly. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed back.

After a few minutes and both of you had dry eyes for the most part you spoke up.

“Canada?” ”Yeah ____?” he said pulling away from the hug to look at you.
“If something like this happens again, though I doubt it, will you please just let me say it’s fine and leave it at that?” you asked half joking, half serious.

He wiped some stray tears from his eyes and smiled back standing up and pulling you up with him. “Seriously,” you said pulling him in for another hug. ”Don’t ever make me do that again.” He smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I promise.”