Iron Man dad disciplines "son" Spider-Man

Top floor of the Starkey Industrial Building.

Standing by the window, Stark watched the child who hadn't taken off the spider costume walk in with an apprehensive face, most of the anger in his heart had subsided, and at this moment he had already figured out how to punish the child.

Not too grim, but definitely memorable enough to last a long time!

"Change and follow me to the room at the end!" Stark commanded solemnly.

The weak Peter, who only nodded, took the home clothes handed over by the butler Happy, went to the dressing room to change, and went straight to the room where Stark was.

"Mr. Stark, here I come!" Peter knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Stark responded, and the door opened, and Peter walked in in loungewear, like a baby in pajamas.

"Heh, it's still a child!" Stark thought to himself.

"You said that if I gave you another chance, you would accept any punishment from me?" Stark stared at Peter with a half-smile.

"Yes, sir, I am willing!" Peter felt very uncomfortable when Stark looked at him, and the feeling of being shrouded in unknown fear made him extremely nervous.

"Okay, if that's the case, then you can lie down on the table!" Stark said, turning and walking towards the corner of the room, where there was a wardrobe with what he was looking for in the drawers.

"Huh? Lying on the table?" A bunch of question marks appeared in Peter's mind, "What is this for?" Peter racked his brains thinking.

"This...isn't this about corporal punishment on me?!" Peter was worthy of being a high-achieving student, and his clever mind made him immediately react to what was about to happen from Stark's strange request.

"Am I going to be beaten?" Peter shook his head unacceptably. Aunt Mei had always spoken kind words to him since he was a child, and a child who had never enjoyed such "intimate greetings" couldn't accept it for a while.

However, the situation in front of him clearly showed that he guessed right, especially when Peter saw clearly what Stark was holding in his hand.

A dark brown belt.

"No, Mr. Stark, please don't..." Peter took a few steps back in fright, looking at Stark tremblingly.

"Oh? I'm going to go back on my word? Who said just now that I can accept any punishment from me?" Stark chuckled lightly and sarcastically.

"Mr. Stark, I said that, but, but you can't..." Peter shrank back in fear, while looking at Stark with a mournful face, pleading.

"Can't I? If that's the case, then forget it! I still want to see how sincere you are before deciding on the deadline for taking back your equipment!" Stark said regretfully.

"This..." Peter hesitated. If he doesn't accept it, does that mean that Stark will take back his spider suit permanently, or even that Stark will give up on him completely?

No, Peter, who wanted to prove it to Stark, obviously didn't want to.

"Mr. Stark, is there really, really only this way?" Peter was struggling for the last time.

"Listen up, kid!" Stark suddenly put away the joking expression just now, and said with a serious face: "If you really know that you are wrong, you should be brave enough to take responsibility for your mistakes!"

"I know it's unfair for you to shoulder such a big responsibility at your age, but since you insist on that outfit, you should have the ability and responsibility to match it! If you don't have that outfit , if it’s really nothing, then you can get out of this room now!”

"No, Mr. Stark, don't chase me away!" Peter shook his head.

"If you don't want to leave, if you want my approval, and if you want to become a member of the Avengers one day, then you should start with the courage to take responsibility and accept punishment for the mistakes you made. I prove that you are worthy of my expectation!"

"I..." Peter was at a loss for words, Stark's words made him unable to refute, but the situation in front of him was too embarrassing after all, it was difficult for him to take this step after being raised with an enlightened education.

"Okay, kid, my patience is limited. Since I brought you to the Tao, then you have to accept my discipline! If you don't accept it, you can leave, or come here!" Stark said, staring at the child .

Seeing that Peter was hesitating, obviously unable to hold back his face, Stark slowed down and continued, "I know you're embarrassed, but what's the point? You're just a child, and I discipline you in this way just to let you You have been punished, just to give you a longer memory! It is not insulting or making things difficult. You must know that the mistake you made today was not a small mistake, but a big mistake that almost endangered the lives of countless people! If I didn’t arrive in time, I don’t know what to do How many lives have been caused! Neither your life nor the lives of others should be taken away so easily!"

Peter was taken aback suddenly, looked up at Stark, and saw that his expression was serious, but the sensitive child still felt a hint of encouragement from Stark's eyes.

"He did it because he cared about me, didn't he?" Peter comforted himself, "I even dared to snatch the shield of the US team, I even fought in the Premier League, didn't I just get hit a few times, what's the matter? !"

The guilty kid kept cheering himself up, and at this point, he still didn't forget to be proud of the fact that he snatched Captain America's shield.Obviously, the kid didn't take Stark's words to him, "If Captain America wants to get him, he can!"

The child who hesitated for a long time finally gritted his teeth, pretended to look firmly at Stark and said, "Mr. Stark, I accept your punishment!"

Speaking of which, Peter walked to the table, and finally obediently lay down on the edge of the table after several psychological struggles.

Stark nodded slightly, relieved by Peter's performance, "Not a bad kid!" Stark thought.

But for the sake of things, Stark wasn't prepared to spare the kid.

"Let me think about it, how much should I hit?" Stark said in a playful and contemplative tone. With his unruly nature, he is a good tease and knows how to make things more interesting.

But these words are not so wonderful to Peter's ears, it's no less than waiting for the verdict!A sense of powerlessness and fear at the mercy of others made him so disturbed that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

On the other end, Stark folded the belt in half while thinking, and slapped it on the palm of his hand one after another, with a calm tone: "Well, ten strokes are for the big mistake you almost made a fatal mistake today, and the other five You hacked my equipment behind your back to do things without telling me, and finally, let me think about it, there seems to be something missing..."

Stark paused intentionally, and was satisfied to see the nervous expression of the child in front of him, who was looking at him pitifully at this moment!

Stark then gave a wicked smile, and finally said, "Because of your rudeness to me today!"

As soon as these words came out, Peter suddenly thought of his attitude of dragging Stark to the sky just now because Stark didn't come, and he regretted to death.If he had known that he would have to pay such a high price for this, he wouldn't have dared to speak to Stark like that!

Seeing the child in front of him lying on the table with a tangled face, Stark snorted, walked over slowly, took the belt and patted the child's buttocks lying on the edge of the table and said: "Who said today, 'If I care, then You should go there in person'ah? Child, you are so arrogant! What? You are sure that I didn't go, so you think I have nothing to do with you?"

"No~no~no, Mr. Stark, I didn't!" Peter quickly denied it, and then the fool would admit that he thought so, "I'm sorry, please forgive me!" Peter apologized weakly.

"5 times, I'll give you a long memory!" Stark said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" Peter agreed with a bitter face.

"How many times in total?" Stark asked with interest.

"20 strokes!" Peter replied, feeling acceptable to this number in his heart, "Fortunately, it's not many, just bear with it!" Peter comforted himself.

Obviously, at the moment he doesn't know the power of the belt, but it doesn't matter, he will know later!

"Okay! Since you are willing to accept my punishment, you have to abide by my rules. Listen carefully, when I hit you, you are not allowed to block with your hands, you are not allowed to hide, and you are not allowed to run. You must report every time you hit me." Count. For these 20 strikes, under-reporting, error-reporting, or dodging or blocking will result in an additional penalty, and an additional penalty will be imposed for each offense. Did you hear what I said clearly?" Stark announced the rules irrefutably.

"Ah?? There are so many demands?" Peter regretted for a moment and agreed to accept the punishment, but the position he was lying on his stomach obviously didn't give him any room for regret.

"Okay, I'll remember, sir!" Peter bit the bullet and agreed.

"Okay! Then I'll start!" Stark said, sticking the belt in his hand to Peter's back, gestured twice, as if he was looking for the right position, and then raised his hand, and there was a sound of breaking wind between the high belt It hit the child's upturned buttocks.

"Crack!" The sound of the beating was supposed to be crisp and dull through the home pants, but the unexpected impact made Peter push forward, and the pain behind him quickly began to hurt, and the pain became more and more intense, and the intense pain rushed quickly On his forehead, Peter bent his knees and almost stopped. With a quick reaction, he quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the edge of the table.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Peter thought to himself, "I didn't feel this pain when I was fighting with someone!"

Why? !A child who has never been beaten obviously does not know that the pain of being injured in a real fight is not the same as the pain of being punished, and the difference in mental state leads to a great difference in the sensitivity of the body to pain.Now he is lying on the table, a "lamb at the mercy of others", his weak psychology will inevitably make his body more sensitive, and his understanding of pain will be more profound.

"Son, you haven't counted yet!" The cold voice interrupted Peter's distraction, and Peter quickly said, "One!"

"Hmph!" Stark snorted softly, "Seeing that you are a first-time offender, you won't be punished this time, and you won't be an exception!" As he spoke, he slapped the child heavily behind him again.

"Ugh!" Peter snorted, and with mental preparation, he finally stood firm this time.

"Second time, Mr. Stark!" Peter endured the pain to count.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Three consecutive blows made the fluff on the home pants flip to one side. Stark didn't give Peter a chance to breathe this time, but made these three blows in succession.

"Ah! It hurts!" Peter stood up reflexively, covering his back with his hands, shaking his legs to relieve the pain.

"Get down, who allowed you to get up?" Stark said coldly, "The rules just said are forgotten so quickly?"

"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I..." Peter was frightened into incoherent words by Stark's stern eyes, but the burning pain behind him kept reminding him that he overestimated his endurance before, and he began to regret putting himself in such a situation It's a dilemma.

"Come on, don't wait for me to get you!" Stark continued grimly, with undeniable dominance in his manner.

"I..." Peter was so overwhelmed by the powerful aura that he instantly dispelled the idea of ​​running away, timidly moved back to the table, and lay down on the table again.

"What time was it?"

"Five times!" Peter replied hastily.

"Since you ran away just now, you should be punished!" After Stark spit out this sentence, he managed to see the child's mournful expression begging for forgiveness.

"Mr. Stark, don't… please!" Peter begged, it hurt so badly that he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold out until the punishment was due.

"It's no use begging for mercy, boy, if you don't want to give yourself a few more in return, just remember my rules!" Stark said unkindly.

Peter's nose twitched, he took a breath of grievance, and was forced to nod: "Yes, I see, sir!"

The next few blows Stark hit were neither too fast nor too slow, but each one was enough to cause the little figure in front of him to feel the pain. Peter bit his lower lip and endured, holding his breath every time until the pain on his body subsided before he dared to report.Fortunately, Stark didn't play so fast after this, otherwise it would be too late to report the number, and the pain would be so painful that he couldn't bear it.

However, even so, Peter still fouled a few times.I forgot to count once, dodged once, and blocked with my hands twice.

"Let's talk, how many more penalties should be given?" After twenty strokes, Stark swung his right hand with the belt, not intending to let Peter go.

"Ah...", Peter panted heavily, while secretly turning his face buried on the table sideways to Stark, after peeking at the "non-negotiable" expression on Stark's face, Peter had no choice but to resign himself to reply: "Five more, sir."

"Hmm...", Stark didn't show politeness to Peter, and raised the belt in his hand again, and swung it down heavily.

"One!" Peter bit his lip and endured.

"Two!" It hurt so bad, Peter unconsciously clenched his hand gripping the edge of the table.

"Three!" This time even the voice of counting was trembling slightly.

"Four!" Persevere, it will be over soon, Peter comforted himself.

"five!"

"Phew!" Finally it was over, Peter let out a long breath, lying on the table to relax, he felt that his back should be swollen, hot and numb, that kind of pain constantly stimulated his brain, and even growing trend.

This is the power of the belt, it’s not like the bamboo board, it’s crisp and loud when hitting, but it’s only on the leather surface, the pain returns to the pain, but the pain disappears quickly after hitting, unless the hitting is particularly heavy, it doesn’t affect the action much.

But the belt is different. The kind of tenacity that is pulled on the body produces a tearing pain, just like tearing a layer of skin and flesh. Get bruised and swollen.

"Okay, get up!" Stark said. Seeing that Peter had been lying on his stomach, he was worried that he had really broken the child, so he hurried forward to check.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt a lot? I'll ask Happy to call you a doctor!"

"No, Mr. Stark, don't, I'm fine, I'm fine!" the shy child said while pulling Stark back with a blushing face.

"Okay! Then I'll get you some medicine!" Stark saw Peter's embarrassment and knew that the kid was thin-skinned, so he didn't force him.

With that said, Stark lifted Peter up from the table and helped him lie down on the sofa.Just a dozen steps away, Peter felt his forehead was sweating and his legs were limp.Once on the sofa, the whole person sank in and refused to move again.

(to be continued~~)

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