Fullmetal Alchemist - Armstrong/Darius
“Allow me to show you the disciplinary techniques which have been passed down the Armstrong family line... FOR GENERATIONS!!!”
Darius grit his teeth as he struggled over Major Alex Louis Armstrong's lap. How did he keep winding up in these sorts of messes? He didn't even know what he'd said to Armstrong that'd set him off this time. Whatever it was, it'd just been an honest slip of the tongue. Not that it mattered now that he was sprawled across the strongest man in the Amestris military's lap, buck naked with his ass hitched up. Even transmuting into his chimera form hadn't been enough to fend off Major Armstrong's unwavering grip, or even to keep any of his clothes on.
"Hey, hold on! I don't want to see any—YOW!!" he yelped as his beefy left ass cheek caught the first swat. Yep, this was really happening.
"See? No no. It is far better to FEEL the strength of these exonerating blows! The effects of true chastisement—the Armstrong way!!" Armstrong said firmly, practically sparkling in his zeal. He'd whipped his uniform top off as well, no doubt for Darius to admire his physique and good form with which he beat his ass.
"Yaaargh!! Okay okay, I'm feeling 'em, I'm feeling 'em!" the gorilla man promised quickly, squirming his beefy backside as more blows landed. Ordinarily it'd take something as hard as a sledgehammer to register through Darius's thick hide, but the Strong Arm Alchemist was living up to his namesake and seemed to have no trouble imparting quite the sting with his bare hand alone. Darius's meaty cheeks clenched as they reddened and bounced around with every hit. He wondered what his partner Heinkel would say if he saw him in this position. Choke himself laughing, most likely. The chimera tried to hold in his cries for the sake of his pride, but his blood ran cold at the major's next words:
"Good! Then you'll have no problem with me showing you Phase 2 next!"
The gorilla chimera suddenly yowled as he felt another, even stronger slap. This one had a heaping helping of Armstrong's alchemy mixed in, and Darius was sure it'd left a blazing hand print imprinted across both his brawny globes. As more swats rained down and the pain mounted, he tried to hold in his tears. They still had another ten minutes to go before they reached the next stop on their train ride through the Dublith countryside and passengers would be let into the compartment.
He just hoped Armstrong would be done by then.