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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      America_(Hetalia)/Female_England_(Hetalia)
  Character:
      America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Female_England_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers),
      Female_Canada_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
  Additional Tags:
      Femdom, Shota, Crossdressing, Humiliation, Spanking, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-08 Words: 3741
****** Petticoat Princess ******
by BeatriceTheGolden
Summary
     England is tired of her colony acting up and with none of the usual
     punishments working she realizes she must take desperate measures to
     discipline him.
Notes
     Okay so, this fic is a bit historically inaccurate. The idea of
     petticoat punishment supposedly came about in the Victorian ages and
     America was already independent by then so that was problematic. I
     hope I have everything else fairly accurate though, especially the
     clothing.
     the order of the pairing is fem!England/America, noncon and shota
England found herself getting rather fed up with a certain colony of hers. Now
normally she liked to keep a calm composure, wanting to appear dignified and
ladylike, especially when compared to that frog France. Still...it seemed that
every chance America got he would do something to embarrass the empire, or
break something, or do something he wasn't supposed to do.
She had tried various punishments. Sending him to his room, which only resulted
with him just playing with his toys alone in there. Time out, which just ended
with him sitting there bored until it was over. She even resorted to spankings
which had worked at first until he had gotten used to them and simply played it
off as a joke.
Well she wouldn't take it anymore, any colony of the British Empire needed
proper discipline. It had taken her awhile to think of one, one that would
certainly put America in his place, to teach him that he was beneath her.
 
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"America what do you think you are doing?" England snapped, hands on her hips
as she glared down at the colony. He was soaking wet, feet and trousers covered
in mud. She had specifically said not to go out in the rain. The last thing she
needed was a sick colony.
America simply rolled his eyes at England, cheeks puffed out. "So what? It's
just water." He said, crossing his arms defiantly. He went in the water to
bathe and to swim so what difference did it make if it was raining? In his
opinion England was definitely overreacting.
It took all of England's willpower to keep calm at that moment. "Not only have
you ruined your clothes you have gotten dirty right after your bath!" She
raised her voice, reaching forward and grabbing the boy's ear. "Go wash up and
change clothes, if I see a speck of mud on you afterwards you are getting a
good whapping on the bum." Not really, she had something else in mind, but she
needed to threaten him.
America yelped as he was grabbed, shaking free from the woman's grip.
"Whatever, I'll just get dirty again anyways." He said, knowing he had still
better draw a bath for himself.
"Good, you are to return to your room afterwards." England said, frowning as
she watched America walk off to prepare his bath.
When he had left she went upstairs to where her bedroom was located and opened
up her closet. She had the necessary items already, knowing she would be using
them one day. It would pain her to hurt America like this but it was for his
own good after all. What she pulled out first was a petticoat, not the fanciest
but rather nice, a bit of lace on the end. Next was a gown that would go over
the petticoat and a corset. Last was a simple doll, one that used to belong to
another colony of hers. Taking everything in hand she carried it over to
America's bedroom and sat them down his bed, now waiting for him to get back.
America had taken a spare change of clothes with him before going to draw his
bath. He hated baths, didn't see the point since he would just get dirty later
on anyways. After a quick wash and redress he set out for his room, opening the
door and gasping as he saw England in there, sitting on a chair by the bed.
"I'm glad to see you are done America." England said, standing up from her
chair. "However I still need to punish you." She picked up the corset first,
showing it to America. "I will need you to undress." A grin formed on her lips
at the thought of what the other's reaction would be.
America had taken a few steps closer to England, getting a good look of what
was on the bed. "Wait, that's all girl clothes." He said in confusion, not
understanding at all what England was getting at.
"I'm well aware America." England said, taking a step closer to her colony.
"Now undress. If I have to force you I will make your punishment much, much
worse." She gave him a glare that told him she meant it. "And trust me this
punishment is nothing compared to some I've seen." Some truly brutal things,
nothing she could do to a colony, but they were good for threats.
America blushed, cheeks turning red as he silently started to unbutton his
shirt. It had been years since England had seen him naked and he was rather
nervous. Once his shirt was off his trousers were next, stripping until he was
completely nude, hands down to cover his vital regions.
England smirked, loving how embarrassed he was. "Turn around now, I need to put
the corset on you." She made a turning motion with her finger.
"But that's for girls." America whined, still turning around and facing the
wall. He had seen England put in one before when he was younger and it looked
painful, squeezing the woman's stomach, making it hard to breath. Soon enough
he felt the fabric around his body, instinctively moving his arms up.
"Good lad." England smiled, pulling the corset nice and tight, causing America
to let out a gasp of pain. "As a young lady you must learn to wear one of
these." She said, starting to lace up the back. "That is if you want to impress
men."
America had suddenly found it hard to breath, taking short, shallow breaths.
"I-I'm not a girl." He whined, hating how he was being talked to, like he was
some girl.
England finished the lacing before grabbing the petticoat next. "Of course you
are." She smiled, slipping the petticoat onto America and grabbing the gown
next. "A pretty girl who needs a pretty gown." She then helped America get into
the dress. It was nothing too special, a light blue with some gold patterns
along the edges of the skirt, sleeves, and neck.
"There, aren't you adorable?" England cooed, making America turn around so she
could see him fully. The corset gave him the appearance of female hips and
thanks to the petticoat the dress poofed out quite nicely. Grabbing the doll
from the bed she held it out for America. "And here's your dolly dear."
America yanked the doll from England's hand, his bottom lip out in a pout. "I-
I'm not a girl I'm a boy." Despite though he could feel a few tears forming in
his eyes, hoping this weird punishment would be done soon.
"Be a good girl America." England warned, heading to the bedroom door and
opening it. "You need a pair of shoes, I'm sure your sister Canada has a pair
that will fit." She was just a few rooms down too so it would be a quick walk.
"Come along dear."
This time America was gaping at the other, shocked at hearing Canada would have
to see him in a dress. "I-I can stay here..." he said only to get a harsh look
from England that told him he had no choice. He walked and followed behind the
other, down the hall to Canada's room.
England gave a few knocks as a warning before opening the door and walking in,
dragging America in by the arm. "Canada dear I was wondering if I could borrow
a pair of shoes." She said as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Canada had been playing with some dolls on her rug when England America walked
in, standing up only to gasp as she saw America. "A-America?" She asked,
stepping closer to her brother only to see it really was him. "Why are you in a
dress?"
Before America could even answer England did it for him. "America's been a
naughty girl." She said with a bit of amusement in her voice. "Isn't she pretty
though?"
Canada looked her brother up and down before bursting into a laughing fit.
"It's not funny!" America snapped, cheeks bright red and a few tears
threatening to fall.
"Aww America's such a cute girl." Canada only taunted, grinning at the other.
America was always so loud and rude, taking any attention away from her by
drawing it back to him. It was nice to see him so upset. "And a cute doll too,
I'm jealous."
England chuckled, going to Canada's closet to find some shoes and leaving the
two of them be. "I'm not a girl!" He whimpered, a few tears falling down his
cheeks.
"But you're so cute like that you must be." Canada giggled as England returned
with a simple pair of shoes. It was fun to finally see America cry, especially
after all the times he had brought her to tears. "Aww don't cry, big girls
shouldn't cry."
"Put these on dear." She said, setting them down in front of America, the other
slipping his feet inside. They were a bit small but not too badly, still
fitting him. Seeing that they fit well enough she took America's hand again
"Now for some makeup." She said, leading America over to a dresser with a big
mirror in front. While Canada wasn't yet wearing too much this room was used
mainly to store anything extra.
America made a whine of protest but was lifted and sat in the chair in front of
the mirror as England opened up a drawer and got out a thing of powder. "Close
your eyes." She said, America doing so as she used the small brush to powder up
America's face.
The powder had made him cough a bit, another tear rolling down his cheek. Next
he felt another brush on his cheeks, opening his eyes to see in the mirror that
they had a hint of red now.
"Do stop crying dear, you'll ruin your makeup." England said, adding a bit of
blue to America's eyes before grabbing some red lipstick. "Pucker your lips up
now." Again America simply did as told, the lipstick trailing across his lips,
turning them a nice shade of red.
"Aw America is so cute now." Canada said, holding in her laughter. He did
almost look like a woman now except for his short hair. "You'll have to teach
me how to do makeup sometime sister." The last word was said almost with a
sneer, wanting to humiliate the other as much as she could.
England chuckled, nodding her head. "Oh yes, we should all three dress us
together sometime. I could get us some cute ribbons to do our hair up with and
we could practice our makeup.” The idea actually sounded a bit fun she thought,
making a mental note to actually do that with Canada one of these days.
America simply shook his head, tears staining the corners of his eyes as he did
his best not to let them fall. Luckily for him England had taken his hand then,
deciding it was time for them to leave.
"Thank you Canada, I'll return the shoes when we're done." She said, closing
the door after her and America had left.
She kept his hand in hers as they walked along, passing his room. "Where are we
going England?" He asked, scared some of the servants might see him like this
and they would gossip and soon everyone would know he had been dressed like a
girl.
"Just walking around, making sure everything is in order and whatnot." England
replied, really just doing it to embarrass the other. It wasn't until they were
downstairs. That they passed by a maid who was dusting a table. The maid had
looked up, wondering who the girl could be only to blush as she saw it was
America.
"Is your day going well?" England asked, stopping to greet the maid. Surely she
knew it was America underneath that dress. After all it was obvious with his
short hair.
 
The maid nodded, trying not to stare at America. It was probably a punishment
she figured as her and England chatted for a few minutes about rather mundane
things, cleaning, clothes, children, typical things that bored America.
"Anyways we'll get going now." England said after about five or so minutes,
taking America's hand and continuing to walk.
They had gone around the entire place, greeting any servant they passed,
England acting normal as if her male colony wasn't in a dress. A few servants
had asked to which England had simply replied that there was nothing strange
about a girl in a dress, other servants did their best to ignore it, feeling
bad for the young colony. Soon they were back to his room, England once again
closing the door.
"C-Can I take this off now?" America asked, sniffling as he tried not to cry.
So many servants had seen him and he knew they would taunt him when England
wasn't around. Plus it was still hard to breathe in the corset, even hard to
move.
"You think that was all?" England asked, grabbing the other by the hair and
dragging him over to the bed. "Bend over it." She still needed to physically
discipline the other after all.
America wanted to protest. Sure he had been spanked plenty before but it seemed
so different now, he was sure England was going to be a lot more harsh than
usual. With another sniffle he leaned forward onto the bed, struggling a bit to
catch his breath as he was bent over.
England smiled, knowing her hand wouldn't be enough this time, grabbing a
hairbrush off the nightstand before lifting up America's dress and petticoat,
exposing his bare ass. "What a cute rump my little girl has." She cooed,
trailing the flat end of the hairbrush against it.
"N-No..." America whimpered, embarrassed at being so exposed. He shivered at
feeling the cold hairbrush on his ass, goose bumps rising on his skin before he
felt a smack, a yelp escaping his throat.
 
England had given it without warning, watching as a small red mark formed on
the other's ass. "Naught girls deserve a spanking." She teased, giving a few
more whaps, alternating cheeks, the two round globes turning a nice shade of
red.
America was screaming now, his ass feeling as if it was on fire now. His legs
were shaking, struggling to stay standing and his breathing shallow. "I-It
hurts...s-stop it."
"Hush, naughty girls shouldn't talk back!" England snapped, giving a smack to
each cheek, watching as they slightly jiggled. She knew there would be a few
welts but she didn't care, it would only serve to remind him of his punishment.
"Say it America. Tell me you've been a naughty girl who needs mommy to punish
her." She didn't think of herself as their mother although she knew the word
would only be more humiliating for America.
Another sob escaped America's throat at that, feeling a few more smacks as he
didn't say it. Pain flared up in his backside and up through his spine with
each smack, tears running down his face and messing up his makeup. "I-I'm
a.....n-naughty girl wh-who needs mommy to...to punish me." He hadn't wanted to
say it but he couldn't stand the pain anymore. The spankings he used to get
were just with England's hand and never this hard.
, A sense of accomplishment washed over England as she heard that, giving a few
smacks lower this time, hitting America's upper thighs now, wanting to see him
in more pain. She couldn't do this forever though, giving a final smack to each
cheek before setting the hairbrush down on the bed. She could see America's
legs trembling and knew he might not be able to stand for what she had planned
next. "Can you stay standing?" She asked, figuring she might as well have
America tell her.
America let out a sigh of relief when the brush was set down only to tremble at
England's words. "Y-Yeah...I can." He whimpered, feet hurting a bit but he
could maintain his position for a little while longer.
"Good." England said, sucking on a few of her fingers. Originally she hadn't
been sure of including this into the punishment but now she was. Once her
fingers were slicked up enough she reached down and spread those round globes,
exposing America's puckered entrance.
America felt himself getting even more embarrassed now, feeling the cold air
hit him there. "E-England...what are you doing?" After all that place was
dirty, why was England looking at it?
"You're a girl so you can take it like one." England replied, rubbing a slick
finger at America's hole, not yet pressing it in. "Surely my big girl can take
it."
Now America knew what sex was, he had gotten the whole 'where babies come from'
talk, but he had no idea what it was England was doing. He figured since he
didn't have the girl part England was using this as a substitute. "B-But...it's
dirty and gross, d-don't touch it." He begged, hands gripping the bed sheets
harshly.
England simply chuckled, pressing her finger on in. Oh it was so tight, like it
should be. Just doing this made her feel so powerful, to bring a male down to
the level of a woman, to /her/ level. "Oh America, a woman's area is not
gross." She chuckled, giving her finger a few thrusts, wondering if she could
get her little colony aroused from this.
"Ahn...n-no..." America sobbed, muscles clenching down against England's
finger. He didn't understand what was happening, why it hurt but at the same
time made him feel all tingly between his legs. Again he knew what sex was but
he had no idea this hole could be used.
"Yes, doesn't it feel good dear?" England asked, harshly thrusting her finger
in and out, loving just how humiliated the other was. It wasn't long until she
added a second finger now, spreading them out. As terrible as it was she could
feel herself getting aroused, dampness between her legs. No...no now wasn't the
time for that, she could pleasure herself afterwards there was no way she was
letting America do it.
While one finger had been tolerable two fingers was rather painful, causing
America to scream out as he felt his muscles painfully stretched apart. His
sobbing had gotten louder, that was until England's fingers had pressed against
a certain spot, causing a spark of pleasure to run straight to his cock.
"Ahn..." he yelped, only becoming more confused now. Why did that feel good?
Why did he feel so tingly between his legs?
 
Oh England had definitely heard that, knowing the other was getting a bit
aroused now. She pressed against that spot, leaning over now so she was against
America's back. "Such a good girl, taking it so well." She said, voice warm
against America's ear. She reached around now, underneath the petticoat to his
small cock, fingers ghosting at the tip. "Even your clit is hard."
"Ahhnn..." America moaned out, getting louder as he jerked his hips forward,
body wanting more contact. He had no idea what a clit was, figuring it was
something a woman had since England had said it. "F-Feels so w-weird, stop." He
sobbed, so conflicted in his feelings of humiliation, pain, and pleasure.
England only added a third finger, spreading them apart inside the other. "Be a
good girl now and take it until I'm finished." She said with amusement in her
voice. She didn't wrap her hands around his cock however, after all girls
didn't have that. "You're nice and tight, you'll surely pleasure your husband
one day." She felt like she was losing control of herself, the dampness between
her legs increasing.
America simply shook his head, barely noticing the third finger being added. He
was too absorbed in the pleasure, England's fingers pressing against that one
spot inside him that would send pleasure straight to his cock. "Ahn...ahhh..."
he let out a loud moan, hips jerking forward as he came, only a small bit of
cum landing on the bed in front of him as he collapsed onto it.
England had felt the other's muscles clench up around her fingers, knowing that
he had to have just orgasmed. "How shameful." She said, pulling them out of
America. "But either way your punishment is over, take the bed sheets to
laundry after you've changed and hung the dress in your wardrobe." She didn't
care if a servant saw the stain, to her it was only another way to humiliate
America.
"Y-Yes England." America whimpered, sinking to his knees onto the floor. He was
sobbing still, covering his face with his hands as he trembled. He felt so
utterly humiliated, not sure how he would ever face England or Canada after
this.
England smiled, heading to the door. "And make sure to be on time for dinner,
hands washed of course." And with that she left, shutting his bedroom door
behind her.
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England had stripped off her clothes once back in her room, locking the door
before getting up on her bed. She was practically soaked between her legs and
needed some release. Lying back she spread them and lowered her hand down
there, rubbing a finger against her wet labia.
"Ahh...yes..." She moaned, setting her glasses on her nightstand and slipping
her eyes shut. Images of America flooded her mind, of an adult America that was
trained to be all hers, crawling on his hands and knees, a toy up his arse and
him begging to be touched. She slipped her finger inside herself, using her
other hand now to rub at her clit, back arching in pleasure.
Oh yes America would be all hers, so submissive in every way. "Oh yes..." She
had two fingers inside now, thrusting and rubbing faster as she imagined tying
him up and thrusting a toy inside him, making him beg for mercy only for her to
ignore his pleas.
She felt so close already, hooking her fingers inside her as she rubbed her
clit even faster, body shuddering as pleasure washed over her. She removed her
fingers, lying limp on her bed as she caught her breath. She felt a bit of
disgust at what she had thought of but she was mainly feeling want, wanting for
America to be all hers one day.
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