BDSM (Larry)- English translation

Chapter 25- bad Louis, good Louis

Louis sat there stiffly.

"Do you understand that, Louis?"

"Yes, sir," Louis stammered, ashamed. He didn't want that. But what did he expect?

"Tell me what you did wrong."

"I was disrespectful, dripped and... I don't know... I nodded?"

"And thus a rule"

"Oh Shit. I violated a rule."

"Exactly. And that together entails a punishment," Harry said for sure.

Harry immediately saw Louis stiffen.

Louis himself considered whether he could somehow avert this or if he could just escape. He violated a rule and he had definitely been disrespectful, but he had not taken into account a punishment.

Suddenly, a hand gently touched him on the cheek.

"We have to start slowly. Otherwise, the rules don't make sense. But I'm sure you can do it," Harry said softly.

How did he do that? In a moment hard-hitting and kind of cold and then like that again?

Something in Louis wanted to stay here, probably also somehow wanted him to finally get through his first punishment. He deserved it. And maybe he would feel better if he knew how it went.

"Yes, sir," said Louis and went to bed all by himself in basic posture. He had no idea if he should, but it just felt kind of right.

"Very good, Louis. I'm proud of you. Take off your pants. You can leave your shorts on because it's the first time," Harry said and watched as Louis carried out his orders with a deep breath.

Harry didn't want to overdo it today. Normally there were only blows on the naked butt, but since it was Louis' first time, he left him his shorts. Cotton, as Harry saw now. That was good. A little soothing in contrast to satin or microfiber. Harry was pretty sure that Louis' mouth would put him in such a situation many times. There was no reason to rush anything now.

"Lie over my legs. The hands as with the basic position on the back."

Immediately Louis did as he was told. Heaven, he just loved his shorts and he was happy that Harry left them to him.

"I will give you exactly 10 spanks now because there were some mistakes. You stay exactly the same and count with it. You don't fidget around. Say the number and behind it sir. If you don't count or wrong, I'll start over. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," Louis stammered and closed his eyes.

"Keep your eyes open. Otherwise, you focus too much on what's coming."

Louis opened his eyes. Shit! He was so fucking nervous.

At that moment, Harry's hand is rushing on his ass for the very first time. Louis had the feeling of hearing it first and then feeling it.

"One, sir," Louis said frantically. It wasn't as solid as Louis expected. He had imagined that much worse, Louis thought relieved.

"Two, sir." Oh, man, it really wasn't such a drama, Louis thought relieved.

Harry grinned. Not visible to Louis.

"Three, sir." Wow, okay. That had been much firmer. Shit! Harry probably increased that even more. Crap. It would have been too nice.

At the sixth stroke, which Louis counts well, Harry increased again. Louis' butt burned. But the pain disappeared, especially probably also through the breaks between the strokes again and again and thus did not become a permanent pain.

"Ah!" Shit! That hurt. Louis tried to collect himself as quickly as possible and literally shouted "Seven, sir! Seven!" Afterwards, while he was really trying to keep his hands on his back. Cursed crap. Harry smiled. . Louis showed him exactly what he was thinking without knowing it. The blow had been the first one that Harry had really picked up.

Number eight, nine and ten followed and were again a little firmer than number seven. It burned.

Harry draped Louis, still lying on the bed with his hands on his stomach.

"Stay that way."

"Yes, sir," Louis whimpered slightly.

Harry purposefully reached into the drawer of his nightstand and put some cream on his fingers.

"Skin that is so stressed always needs care."

Louis said nothing. There was no question, was it?

Harry pulled the shorts off his butt and began to gently massage the slightly battered skin with the cream in circular movements.

Louis was just about to sigh with relief when the voice of the dom gave the next order: "Tell me what you got the punishment for."

It was crazy. His hands were so gentle and soothing and his voice so decisive and dominant.

"I violated a rule, was disrespectful and snarled unnecessarily."

"Exactly. I hope you learned from it. Get dressed again and then come here."

Louis did as called. He was a little shaky. Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed all the time. Others would have gone to the playroom for something like that, but if you lived 24/7, it could be quite annoying and every room was part of it. In addition, Harry just loved the game in everyday life and everyday life was everywhere. At least in the house.

Louis simply crawled onto Harry's lap without being asked. He had done it well and wanted to hear exactly that now. Hello? He had his ass spanked. There should be praise in it.

Harry smiled down at Louis, who was cheeky enough to just sit on him, but didn't have enough confidence to look him in the eye.

"You did very well, Louis. I'm proud of you."

Harry watched Louis snuggle up even closer to him.

"Thank you, sir."

"How are you?"

"Good... I think so."

"you think so?"

"Well, it's funny... I feel weird."

"Describe it to me."

"I didn't find it as bad as I feared. So it hurts, but... Nevertheless."

"Everything is done with the punishment. You did well."

"So you're not angry anymore?"

Harry closed his arms tightly around Louis, who probably somehow tried to snuggle up to him.

"I'm not angry and I wasn't angry. You did something wrong and bore the consequences. Done. Don't think you could disappoint me," Harry explained and stroked Louis over the back of his head.

"No?" It came almost whimpering.

"No," Harry said. He would have to have the conversation tomorrow. No matter what else was. Harry had to know where this fear came from with Louis. It seemed to be going in the same direction as in the records. Harry found Louis' actions partly stupid. But not Louis because of that. But Louis didn't seem to separate it. Was afraid to disappoint and the two lower points on his list would still be there. Harry was worried and promised himself a lot of the conversation the next day.