Fascism.

Chapter 2

Harry's pov

"Alright let's get on with your spanking." I told the fearful boy. "What if I cry during my punishment?" He asked shakily making me roll my eyes. "You just better not. If you do, I'll most likely take my belt to you and start the time over." I replied making his eyes go wide. "So you've never cried Mr. Harry?" He asked. "Never. Now what makes you think you can call me by my first name?" I asked him making him look up at me fearfully. "I'm so sorry sir. Won't happen again." He whimpered. "Good." I answered. I sat on the bed that I had been clearing off while talking to Louis. I spread my legs apart and gripped his wrist. I pulled him over my left leg then trapped his legs with my right. "Your hand." I ordered. He handed it back to me and I pinned it on his back. "Head down. Don't move." I ordered. "Yes sir." He answered. I grabbed the hairbrush and set the timer on my phone for 15 minutes instead of 20. I landed the first spank and pressed start. I just continued to spank his ass repeatedly not stopping for any reason. I heard him silently counting. "Count louder." I ordered. "309, 310,311,312,314,315,316,317,318..." His voice was weak and shaky. In fact. His whole body was shaking in pain. I looked down and noticed I had been spanking him way harder than I ever planned to. By the time the timer went off he had counted past 500 spanks and didn't cry. I sat him up on my thigh and he turned away from me. "Louis. Look at me." I ordered. "N-no. You hate me. That hurt so bad." He whispered. "That's why it's punishment. You'll think twice before crying again won't you?" I asked. "In front of you." He whispered but I heard it. "Oh Louis. You'll be with me all the time." I chuckled making him slump his shoulders. "You're poor. Your parents were never educated enough to make enough money to save you from this. Blame them Lou. Not me." I told him. "You're a monster." He told me. "Would you like another punishment? I was kind enough to shorten the time and leave your pants up. Next time I won't be." I warned. "You'll take down my pants?!" He asked scared. "Yes. This was a once in a lifetime thing." I told him. He whimpered. "I wanna go home. You're not nice to me." He said softly. "I know you do. I can't let you go home. Ever. You're mine Louis William Tomlinson. As for being nice to you, again. Blame your parents." I told him. "They love me. I can't do that. I want my mummy." He whimpered. "Don't you fucking cry!" I growled. "I won't." He sighed. "Are you hungry Louis?" I asked. "No." He answered shortly. "Tired?" I questioned. "Leave me alone." He sighed. "Louis that's no way to speak to me. If I were you I would stop that before I get creative." I smirked. "And do what?" He asked. Stupid boy. I stripped him of all his clothing before he could protest. "Lay on your stomach and spread your legs." I ordered. He whimpered but obeyed. I got the riding crop out of my closet and sat on his back facing his bum. "Spread your legs farther." I ordered. He obeyed. I placed the riding crop on his balls and he freaked out and closed his legs. "Please sir. I'm sorry! Don't spank me there!" He begged. "Do as I say Louis." I said sternly. He reluctantly reopened his legs. "I'm so sorry sir." He whimpered. "Hush. Just 5 spanks." I told him. "Starting." I warned before spanking his balls. "Oh my gosh." he hissed. "4 more." I reassured. I landed it in the exact same spot. "Ouchies!" He yelped. "You're gonna learn to do as I say and be respectful." I growled. "Yes sir!" He yelped as I spanked him again. "2 more. You're doing good." I told him. "Thank you sir." He replied making me smirk. I landed another spank and he reached back and gripped the back of my shirt for comfort. "Last one Louis. Brace yourself." I warned. I felt him grip harder onto my shirt. I landed the last one and he squeaked. "I'm sorry sir." He breathed out. "Good boy. Let go of my shirt now Lou." I ordered. He released my shirt and I got off his back. I reached down to rub his balls and in my surprise he actually let me rub them. "Such a good boy, letting daddy rub your sore balls." I said and saw his ears turn red in embarrassment. "Feels good sir." He commented. "I know love." I chuckled. I slid my hand up and rubbed his ass. He arched his back up into the comfort of my hand. "Feel good?" I asked. "Mmhmm thank you sir." He hummed. I softly patted his bruised ass. "Ow." He muttered. I smirked and ran my finger nails down his ass making him gasp in pain. "Such a good boy." Told him reaching under him to feel his small penis which was hard as a rock. "How big are you Louis?" I asked. "I don't know. Small." He muttered. So fucking innocent. He's probably never played with himself. "Have you ever touched your penis before?" I asked. "No sir. That's naughty." He spoke. "Good boy. You're not allowed to." I told him. "Will you stop sir?" He asked shyly. I was teasing him. "Do you really want me to?" I asked gently running my fingertip over his slit. "Ahh! No." He answered truthfully. "Didn't think so." I laughed. "Turn over." I ordered. He flipped over and I pumped his small dick making him moan. After I had it standing straight up I got up and grabbed my ruler from my punishment drawer. I measured it to be 2 1/2 inches. We'll round up to 3. "Three inches Louis." I informed him. "That's small." He pouted. I chuckled but kissed his tip. "How big are you?" He asked curiously. "Bout 9 1/2 inches." I shrugged. He hid his small penis. "Aww don't worry about it." I chuckled. "But I'm so small." He sounded disappointed in himself. "That's okay Lou." I told him getting out a pair of boxers and a band t-shirt of mine. "Go shower Louis." I ordered handing him the clothes. "But sir. My penis hurts." He whimpered. "Don't touch it. If it's still hard when you get out I'll finish it up for you." I told him. "Yes sir." He nodded. I was right. He's perfect.

A/N: heyyy lovelies! How's it going? Lol well I hope you enjoyed this chapter ❤️