Iron Man dad disciplines "son" Spider-Man

"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.

After a while, Stark came in with the medicine from outside the house, walked to the sofa, looked at Peter who was already slumped on it, and thought about how to speak.

"Uh, are you coming or am I?" Stark asked, obviously embarrassed.

In fact, after he calmed down, he was also a little confused. Why did he involuntarily play the role of "father" when he encountered this child?

"Father and son? Guardian?" Comeon! Stark shook his head again and again, shaking off the astonishing thought.

Why did it look like that old popsicle? Do you want to be so old-fashioned! ?

"I put the medicine here, you wipe it yourself!" After saying that, Stark left the room as if to escape.

(To be continued...)

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