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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 14
- 15
- 16
Lo my lovelies!!!! I is back and if you haven't read in my forum, the last months have been hard with emotional, mental, and physical rollercoastering going on. But, let's not dwell on that, let's dwell on the yumminess that is this chapter ^_^
Warnings in no particular order: Well, let's see ... Harry's first actual session in a D/s relationship with Severus; many much hotness; m/m sexual interaction (though it doesn't yet move up to penetration—give Harry some time!); Harry being tied up ... or down, rather; Severus being Severus in all his sexiness and Domliness; nipple play; more spankings (can't help it, spankings are actually one of the things both Harry and I have in common that we enjoy as subs :P); a very sensitive Harry (like VEEEEERY sensitive, lol); first kiss between them *squeal!*; profanity (do I even need to mention this one anymore?); a panic attack on Harry's part; and whatever else is in here that I may have forgotten, lol. Oh! And another, but different kind of cliffhanger at the end. Couldn't help myself ^_^
Chapter Fifteen

Harry sat, fidgeting restlessly on the edge of the bed in one of the guest rooms he’d had Kreacher clean out for the rare times someone stayed over. He was, for the moment, trying to keep himself together and not do something incredibly stupid like pass out, puke, or simply apparate straight out of there, separate he and Severus by a couple of continents, and never see him again.
Damn it, why was he freaking out so much? It wasn’t as if this was that much different from what they’d done before. Well, besides the bondage—though he’d experienced that a little bit when he’d gone to Severus for punishment for the first time - and the nipple play—but he’d also experienced that a bit, though at his own hands—and the over-the-knee part of the spankings. Why did that somehow make it that much harder to just stay there on the bed and not bolt for the Ministry to get a Portkey to the farthest country from the UK?
He nearly jumped out of his skin when two large and very warm hands landed on his shoulders.
“Relax, Harry. You’re just about hyperventilating,” Severus said, concerned by the pallor of the younger wizard’s face and the cold sweat that was beading on his skin. “Lie down.”
Noticing for the first time that his breathing was, indeed, quite fast and his hands were shaking rather hard, Harry obeyed. His head was spinning.
“Harry, pet, I need you to look at me,” Severus instructed as he leaned over so his face was directly over him. “Focus on me.” He took Harry’s hand and pulled it up to rest on his diaphragm. “Match your breathing with mine. That’s right. Just like that. Believe it or not, this is fairly normal for someone as new to being a submissive as you are.”
“Fairly normal?” Harry gasped, eyes watering. “Feeling … like I’m gonna … pass out … is fairly normal?”
“For some submissives, yes, this is fairly normal. The change from talking about one’s desires and fetishes to actually acting them out will sometimes evoke this kind of reaction. Just keep breathing with me. Trust me. I will help you through this. I believe it will help if we start with something familiar that won’t leave you feeling completely vulnerable.”
“The … spankings?” Harry asked, doing his best to follow the rhythm of the Potions master’s breathing.
“Correct. This will not be a punishment, though. I do not want you to get this and your punishments confused. This is play. In this instance, if you become aroused I will not prevent you from achieving release—in whatever place and manner you choose.”
“O-Okay … let’s try that.”
“Are you sufficiently calmed?”
Harry thought seriously on that for a few moments as he took in the tightness that still persisted in his chest and the minute trembling in his hands. He did feel more calm, though. His head was clearer and he didn’t feel as if he was going to be sick or pass out, nor did he feel the need to run away in a panic. “I think so,” he finally answered, almost regretting it when the man’s hand released his.
“Very well. Where is your wand?”
“Right here,” he answered, pulling it from the holster strapped to his forearm that he used when he couldn’t put it in his back pocket for fear of breaking it. He handed it over without fuss and smiled bashfully when Severus petted his head in approval.
The Dom then tucked the wand into his robes and turned to sit with his legs planted close together, though away from the edge of the bed, and feet flat on the floor. “Come and lie belly down over my lap. Don’t worry about how to position yourself; I’ll do that part.”
“Yes, sir.” Pushing himself up to his hands and knees, Harry crawled to Severus’ side, hesitated an instant, and then slid off the bed and draped himself over the Dom’s lap with a vibrant blush suffusing his cheeks. The feel of the man’s hand as it made contact with his lower back made him jump.
“Relax, pet. There’s nothing you can do wrong here, no expectations, no pressure to please anyone but yourself.”
“But … I thought I was supposed to be pleasing you,” Harry muttered, forehead creased as he craned his neck to look back at the other man.
Severus smiled, rather delighted his submissive was already thinking about pleasing him in that way. “That will come later, after we’ve figured out what you do and do not like and what you will and will not tolerate.” He shifted Harry until his groin was right against his leg and his ass at the perfect angle to comfortably spank him. “Put your arms around my thigh or leg if you need to hold onto something.”
Swallowing nervously, Harry answered in an embarrassingly higher pitched voice than usual, “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy,” Severus stated, then, without any warning whatsoever, slapped his hand down hard on one of the firm cheeks of Harry’s upturned ass, receiving a delicious yelp of surprise in response. He was going to enjoy this, likely just as much as Harry would. Pausing, he rubbed the area he’d spanked and hummed. As he watched the young man squirm, he found his expression gentling in a way he knew he’d never allowed before, even for Lily. Harry filled a part of him she, and even Lucius, could not.
The spankings weren’t nearly as hard as the ones he’d received for punishment, Harry noted, but his cock was harder than it had been during those times. This manner of spanking was different from the ones for punishment. It might be a subtle difference to someone looking on from the outside, but Harry could feel the difference between them—like standing on one side of a canyon and seeing how far away the other side of the canyon appeared.
He could feel Severus’ firm thighs under his belly and chest, the warmth of his body, the way his stomach moved in and out as he breathed, and every tiny motion the man made. The punishment spankings were arousing in their own way, but this … this was so much better. Somehow, his Master made them feel more sensual than those for punishment. How? Harry really had no clue. A spanking should just be a spanking, after all, right?
Without realizing it, he’d begun thrusting his hips, rubbing his erection against Severus’ thigh as he whimpered and moaned. When he did realize, his entire face and the back of his neck turned red, and he immediately stopped. Severus didn’t say anything—either about his unconscious action or about him stopping—but he did set his hand against the underside of Harry’s ass, almost touching his balls, and pulled.
Harry froze, his mind caught by how nice the man’s hand felt in that particular spot along with the pressure applied when he pulled him in. He groaned deep in his throat when he understood that Severus meant it as encouragement even as the action was repeated. A bit shy, but more than willing to follow the silent instruction, Harry let his hips resume the—heretofore—unintentional thrusting, but with a hell of a lot more intent behind it. It was somehow very stimulating, being spanked and rubbing his hardness against Severus’ thigh at the same time.
“I believe, Mr. Potter,” Severus said conversationally even as he continued to spank Harry’s ass in random patterns, “that, although you are certainly a masochist, you are more of a sexual masochist. You enjoy the pain more fully when there’s pleasure along with it.”
Harry inwardly agreed with the older man’s deduction as his cock throbbed hotly within the confines of his jeans, much harder and hotter than when he'd been punished in almost the same manner. If they’d never engaged in this “play,” as Severus called it, Harry never would have known or suspected he was a sexual masochist, not just a masochist in general.
The spanking only lasted a few moments more, leaving a pleasant warmth and prickling sensation in his bum, but also leaving him wanting as he practically humped the other man’s leg. He was panting and whimpering, open-mouthed, his heart beating hard enough he could hear it in his ears. He wanted more. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was, how every little motion of his hips shot pleasure through his entire body. It was all-consuming.
Severus pressed his hand down firmly on Harry’s back, holding him still. “Would you like to cum now, or would you rather wait until we have finished the session?”
Harry whined and tried to continue, single-minded in his pursuit of release with the fire burning in his loins.
“Now?” Severus inquired, amused by the whimpering, pleading noises coming from Harry’s mouth.
Nodding frantically, beyond words, Harry tried to thrust again, and this time Severus let him. He was, however, quickly frustrated. His arousal was still there, but release just was not coming.
Seeming to realize what the problem was, Severus sharply smacked his hand down twice against Harry’s ass and Harry released a startled cry as his orgasm crashed over him, soaking through his boxer briefs and even his jeans, perhaps even into Severus’ nice black slacks. He wondered, vaguely, if the Dom would care about that. But Severus only pushed his fingers into Harry’s hair, ran them through the messy strands, and then squeezed the back of his neck in a way that could not be taken as anything but affection.
After an undetermined length of time, Harry’s muscles finally loosened and he clutched at the thigh beneath him as he tried to calm his labored breathing and quickened heartbeat. Severus, meanwhile, vanished the mess of Harry’s release, massaged his neck, and rubbed his back in a motion that was so relaxing Harry was convinced he’d easily be able to fall asleep under it.
“How did that feel?”
Harry laughed, a genuinely warm, delighted sound that sent a thrill of happiness through Severus’ entire being. He’d not heard that sound for more than eleven years and he could quite easily admit he adored hearing it again and wanted to hear it in the future.
Grinning, Harry turned his head to fix the man with brilliant, shining green eyes. “It was bloody amazing.”
“Do you think you can manage another?”
Harry didn’t blush at the question, much more relaxed after that so-wonderful-he-thought-he-could-fly-without-a-broom orgasm. At this point, he was very glad the man had so much experience in areas he just didn’t. The sight of his pants still somewhat tented made him grin even wider as he gestured to it. “I think I can. I’ve got thirteen years, give or take, that has built up. I doubt it’ll be a problem.”
Severus smirked at the, until that point, unknown uninhibited side the other man was showing him. “Wonderful. Shall we move on, then?”
“Yes, sir,” Harry agreed enthusiastically, more than ready to experience what else the man had to show him. He slid off Severus’ lap, sensing it was now okay for him to do so, and knelt by his feet.
Severus noticed the position the young man took, but didn’t draw attention to it, and simply nodded at him. “Very well. You have two choices here. We can either do the last two—bondage and nipple play—separately, or we can do both at the same time, in which case you would be bound and completely at my mercy while I … play with your nipples.”
Harry shivered at the entirely dirty way Severus said the word “play,” giving it a darker and filthier meaning than Harry had ever heard applied to it. “Th-The second … I want to do both at the same time.” The bondage would hardly make sense if he was tied up and his Master did nothing to him. Besides, he had a feeling he would find it just as hot as the spanking before. His Master would make sure of that. He was beginning to think the man could make practically anything feel good.
“Shirt off, then.”
With a nod, Harry pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
“Now, up on the bed, on your back with your legs and arms spread. Again, don’t worry about the exact position; I will move you where needed. Remember, there is nothing you can do wrong. There are no expectations. You are to strive to please only yourself; my pleasure and expectations will come later.”
“Yes, Master.” Licking his lips, Harry climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back in the middle of the mattress, then spread his arms and legs, already feeling vulnerable.
“Remember your safe word, pet. Use it if you need it.”
“Yes, Master,” Harry said again, the tightness in his chest easing some at the reminder that he could stop this at any time and Severus would immediately back off.
With a curt nod, his Master then produced cuffs and leather ties out of what seemed to be thin air and set about tying Harry’s arms and legs to the bedposts. He started with Harry’s left leg, which evoked little reaction. Then he cuffed his right leg, attached the leather tie, and then looped it around the post before securing it. This made his heart and breathing pick up speed as the vulnerability kicked up another notch.
He closed his eyes and focused on calming his breathing. He did not need another panic attack. He would not panic. This was Severus. Severus whom he trusted. This was his Master. It was absurd that that trust could mean so little that he’d panic while being tied up by him. Nevertheless, he squeezed his eyes closed when Severus moved on to his right wrist, which he cuffed, pulled his hand up a little higher on the bed, and then used the leather tie it to the post above.
For long moments nothing else happened. Finally, after what seemed too long, Harry cracked open his eyes only to see Severus standing by the bed, one arm crossed over his chest and the other arm cocked up, hand under his chin and curled around the last cuff and tie, and his measuring eyes fixed on Harry’s face.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” he finally inquired.
His tone was gentle and solemn, not at all accusatory or disappointed. That somehow made it a lot easier to breathe. Harry shook his head. “I’m fine. I just needed a little time to get myself together.”
Severus’ lips pressed into a thoughtful line, but he nodded and rounded the bed. “For now, I will leave this one off,” he said, setting the cuff and tie near Harry’s spread left arm. “We will proceed without it. When you are ready for it, tell me. If you aren’t ready for it before we’re done, though, that is perfectly acceptable. Understood?”
“Understood.”
Harry could see it when the man’s eyes darkened as his gaze moved from Harry’s face to his chest and the tiny, pert nipples that were already standing at attention due to the relatively cool temperature of the room. A mirroring darkness deepened the green of his eyes in answer to the hunger he saw there. And, as he’d half-expected, his erection was slowly but surely returning. As before, he realized, as vulnerable as it might sometimes make him feel, he wanted the Dom’s eyes on him.
Severus started gently, simply rubbing his palms over the younger wizard’s chest and thumbing his hardened nipples once in a while. Harry made little sounds of enjoyment and soon closed his eyes. That was a good sign. It meant he really did trust him with this, even if he’d nearly panicked at being tied up. It was likely just the sense of not being able to move or defend himself should something happen that raised that fear. That he closed his eyes was enormously reassuring.
Soon enough, he switched to flicking the little pink nubs, first slowly and gently, but getting gradually harder and faster, which produced soft moans. When he pinched for the first time, Harry gasped, eyes flying open, and then moaned when Severus twisted just a bit. He had ordered the boy to do this kind of thing before when in the dressing room in De Sorciers à Sorciers and he had enjoyed Harry’s reactions then, but he found it much more enjoyable when he was the one doing the pinching, twisting, and pulling.
He took hold of the other nipple, rolled it between his fingers, then pinched it and lightly tugged. Harry moaned again, louder this time, and pressed his head back into the mattress. Smirking, Severus continued playing with them—rolling, flicking, pinching, twisting, and pulling as he desired.
When they were sufficiently swollen and red, he stopped to give the younger man a reprieve while he un-shrunk the light flogger he’d brought in his pocket—set in amongst a collection of several other toys he had thought he might need should Harry have chosen certain types of play.
The boy—his boy—was watching him, he noted with gratification, watching him with a hunger for more in his eyes. It made Severus’ breath catch in his throat.
“Master?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“I’d like to wear the other cuff now … please,” he added after a beat.
The Potions master inclined his head, took the cuff, and fastened it around his left wrist. He then clipped the leather tie to it, wrapped it about the bedpost, and secured it.
“Thank you, Master.”
A bit surprised, but pleased by his sub‘s show of gratitude, Severus responded in a properly solemn tone, “You’re welcome, pet,” which earned him a smile that should have blinded him. With a smile of his own, albeit smaller, he retrieved the flogger and brushed the soft tails over the his submissive’s chest. “Are you ready for something a little more intense?”
The question was more rhetorical than anything, but Harry nodded anyway. “Yes, Master, I’m ready.”
He reached over with his unoccupied hand to pet his boy’s hair in approval of the affirmation, then started to flick the flogger back and forth, the impact soft for the moment. Nevertheless, Harry moaned and even arched up into it. He definitely likes this, Severus thought, amused. Gradually, he upped the speed with which he flicked his wrist, causing the tails to come down harsher on the younger wizard's skin. He’d deliberately chosen one of his softest floggers for this. It wouldn’t do to start out with too much intensity in an area he didn’t yet know well enough to be aware of how sensitive it was to the unique sting.
“More,” Harry gasped, panting. “Please, Master … please, I want—nghh—harder. Please!”
Severus complied. He switched from flicking his wrist back and forth, to using a full-on stroke with his wrist and arm. Harry inhaled shakily at the change and trembled as he let out a throaty moan. His chest was warm with the sting and practically singing with the mix of pleasure and pain. His Master had pegged him exactly right; the pain and pleasure combined was what he liked most.
Then Severus focused the strikes of the flogger over his nipples—first one, then the other—and the pleasure increased two-fold. By the time his Master stopped with the flogger and set it aside, Harry was a needy, moaning mess. He was hard. And aching. And he wanted to jerk himself off. He wanted to cum.
“Master, may I-”
“Not yet,” Severus replied, cutting him off, knowing what it was he was going to ask. “Hold out for a bit longer, pet.”
Harry groaned, but didn’t actually protest, and was very happy he didn’t when his Master bent and licked around his nipple before sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it—his warm, wet tongue that felt so heavenly on the sensitive nub Harry had actual tears welling in his eyes. “M-Masterrrrr,” he whined, unconsciously tugging at the restraints on his wrists. He wanted to put his hands in Severus’ hair, hold his head in place there and just bask in the feeling of having that wonderful mouth doing such naughty things to his nipple. “More. More. Please more!”
Severus grinned around his little mouthful and then sucked hard, causing Harry to arch again and gasp in sharp, shallow breaths. His sub was so very responsive, evidently to both punishment and play. It was thoroughly enchanting.
He moved to the other nipple and did the same, sucking and playing with it with his tongue while using his fingers on the other one, rolling it lightly. Finally, he nipped, then nibbled, then bit and Harry cried out beautifully and arched and thrust his hips into the air. Severus pinched hard, twisted, and then pulled the other nipple taut. Harry gasped and whimpered and Severus watched his face for any sign that he wasn’t enjoying it. When he didn’t find any, he smiled around the nipple in his mouth and pulled on it, too. A needy whine was his reward, followed by a whimper as he released both nipples simultaneously and then leaned down to nip and bite at the one he’d used his fingers on, worrying it gently between his teeth and causing it to swell and redden further.
By all that was magical, he had expected some level of responsiveness and had reveled in it when it happened, but this was even beyond that. Harry was coming undone beneath him.
Drawn by a force he could not for his life resist, Severus released the nipple and immediately moved up to capture his submissive’s lips in a passionate kiss. Far from protesting, Harry opened his mouth and invited him in, keening and moaning and huffing into his mouth with short, sharp exhales as Severus plundered the moist depths with his tongue and nipped at his lips and rubbed hard at his swollen nipples with his thumbs. With a final hard twist to both nipples that caused a sound that was more of a shriek, Severus drew back. Harry’s eyes were glazed, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a huge ego boost to see that.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
Harry was clearly too far gone to actually hear what he said. He brushed his lips across his boy’s forehead. Someday, he’d tell him that when he was fully conscious of it. Someday. But not now. It was too soon.
Smiling softly, Severus cupped Harry’s cheek. “Pet, come back to me. Come on, come on back. That’s right,” he murmured in approval when those dark green eyes managed to focus on him without too much difficulty. “There you go; that’s a good boy.” Harry was trembling, still clearly in the throes of pleasure and pain, but more aware. When the trembling eased and his breathing had calmed somewhat, Severus stroked his thumb over those kiss-swollen lips and inquired, “Do you need me to untie you so you can cum?”
Hyperaware of the new, warm stickiness in his briefs, Harry blushed and turned his head into his shoulder, mumbling, “No, Master, I, er … already did.”
Quite startled by that, Severus laughed—not to mock, simply because he was just that surprised and that aroused and wickedly delighted. Oh, the play sessions with his boy were going to be fun. He’d heard about bottoms that were so sensitive they could cum from the smallest bit of stimulation, and though Harry took a little more than the smallest bit, he was definitely in the extremely sensitive category.
He licked his lips, then reached out and grasped Harry’s chin, turning his head to face him and letting him see the dilation in his pupils and the lust that had to be written plainly across his face. “You and I, pet,” he saw the shiver that coursed through his sub’s body, and smirked, “are going to be doing a lot of exploration in the next few weeks. And I have a strong feeling you will enjoy it all … immensely.”
The last word was purred in a deep, dark, husky voice that made Harry practically melt under it. If he could orgasm from voice alone ….
Then his wards chimed in the unique way that meant he had a Floo call, and Harry jumped and almost panicked. He was tied down and … and Severus had just-
And he had just-
And … Oh Merlin, he had to look a right bloody mess!
Then Severus’ large, warm hand landed on top of his head and he felt an immediate rush of calm. “I will take care of it, pet. I warded the Floo after me, so I should be the one to take it down in any case. You will wait here.” He started to get up, then paused and looked back at his submissive with a frown. “Would you prefer I untie you first?”
Matching the man’s frown, Harry thought about it seriously, tugging a little at the cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He was actually pretty comfortable there. “No, I’ll be fine. Long as you don’t let anyone barge in looking for me … like Hermione.” He shuddered theatrically and was rewarded with another of the man’s laughs.
“You have my word, Mr. Potter, nothing like that will happen.”
Harry nodded and gestured toward the door with his chin, feeling much more confident, enough to brat just a little. “Off you go, then.”
Severus’ eyebrow lifted. There was the obnoxious Gryffindor he’d known in school. “You watch that tone,” he said, though there was humor in his eyes. After all, this kind of obnoxious was actually cute, given the boy was his and would obey him even if he insisted on being a brat now and then. He’d hardly be Harry Potter if he didn’t. “I am still your Master.”
Enjoying the banter and far too bloody happy and sated to feel timid, Harry simply retorted, “And now my butler.” He counted it a victory when the corner of the Dominant’s lips twitched, breaking his poker face.
“A butler that will soon be back and still have you tied down and at his mercy.”
Harry couldn’t help it; the man had left himself wide open. “But you admit to being my butler?”
Wholly unfazed by Harry’s response, Severus gave him a dark and promising smirk as he walked to the door. “Only until I return, pet.” He stayed just long enough to see his boy’s pupils blow wide and his breath hitch in an involuntary moan before he closed the door and made his way to the Floo located in the kitchen—the same he’d come through earlier that night. Once the wards were down, he saw their unexpected guest was, in fact, Minerva McGonagall, and the expression on her face did not bode well.
When he had finished speaking to the current Headmistress of Hogwarts, his face was grim. He’d have to deal with this very carefully when he imparted the news to Harry, for he knew already that his boy was not going to like it and, more than likely, would blame himself for it the moment he heard. Yes, he thought, very carefully. Just like brewing an advanced and complicated potion. Very carefully and with great caution.
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