Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

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"Walk Faster!" Harold growled at Louis who to him walked slower then a snail. Louis gave a small nod speeding up, Harold gave a nod of approval. "One word in this meeting and I will not hesitate to spank you until you can't walk. Am I understood?" Louis nodded, Harold stopped jerking Louis closer to him, pampering his backside with ten hard swats, "Verbal. Do I need to tattoo it to your body for you to remember? I'm not against it." Harold snarled, Louis whimpered, "No sir, I-I'll remember. I apologize."

Louis held onto Harold's belt, like told, as his master stormed through the building not looking anyone in the eyes for more then a second. No time to waste. Entering a room, Harold took a seat at the head of the table. Louis sat on his lap remembering the rules, Harry patted his thigh in praise, not that he showed it. "We are all busy people so lets get this over with. Chancler Stocks plummeted this morning. We didn't lose much but we did lose a good three thousand." A woman said, her glasses resting on the tip of her nose, hair in a tight bun, Harold shot up, Louis falling off his lap in the process, "You're telling me that I lost three thousand dollars?!" Harold snarled, the woman flinched, "M-Mr.Styles, please." She soothed, Louis stood back up chewing his bottom lip as he decided to be bold. Grabbing Harold's hand, Louis rubbed his finger over his large knuckles, Harold sent a look to Louis as if to ask what the hell he was doing, but Louis didn't stop. Harold sighed, taking his seat again, having Louis sit back on his lap. "We all lost three thousand. Styles' stock though remained the same, no advances but no losses." The woman announced a firm, small, smile on her ruby lips. Harold sighed putting his hand on his lap open. Louis took the chance placing his small ones in Harold's larger ones, Harold felt this happening interlocking them, Louis let a small smile form on his lips. Only to be wiped away rather quickly when Harold slapped Louis' thigh noticing the smile.

"Good boy. Such a good boy." Harold muttered as Louis was kneeled beside him in Harold's office at his work. Louis let a small blush creep to his cheeks at the praise, "T-thank you sir." Louis replied, "Can you read Louis?" Harold asked writing a few things down, "No sir." Louis answered sadly. "Why not?" Harold pushed finding it odd that a submissive wasn't schooled and yet allowed to be put in an auction. "P-parents didn't put me t-through school." Louis sighed not really wanting to discuss the topic at hand, "Why didn't they Louis?" Harold questioned peering down at Louis, dominance in his eyes. Louis visibly tensed, he hated talking about his parents. It hurt him. Made the lad want to cry, which wasn't allowed in Harold's book. "Answer me." Harold reminded after a moment of silence, "T-they died sir." Louis whimpered, part of him wondered if Harold even heard him. Harold sat straighter in his seat, it was in Louis' file that they died, he was simply testing his sub, seeing if he would respond. Harold was surprised to see that he did. "When did they die?" Harold continued, "W-when I w-was f-five sir." Louis confessed tears filling his eyes. "Why did they sell you for so cheap at the auction house?" Harold thought aloud, only Louis had an answer. Clenching his fists, Louis let the tears that begged roll, "I-I r-ref-refused sex s-sir." Harold grew wide eyed for a moment, "To who?" "M-my o-old o-owner." Louis admitted attempting to cover the sobs that attacked him, "So you're a virgin." Harold muttered, Louis bowed his head sobs wrecking his body. On the first day Louis arrived Harold forced Louis to give him a blow job, and a hand job. A smidge of guilt piled onto Harold, but quickly faded as Harold scooped the boy in his arms setting him in his lap, "Stop crying I already told you I hate that." Harold chastised sending a small but harsh slap to Louis' already slightly red thigh. "S-sorry D-daddy." Louis whimpered then again flinched when the word Daddy left his mouth, "S-sir I-Im sorry!" Louis apologized quickly not wanting any more slaps, "I won't belt you this time. Go over to the corner and kneel." Harold ordered, Louis got up slumping to the corner resuming his previous kneeling position. Sniffling, trying to be as quiet as possible.