Still going strong. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 3]

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Info: not gonna update as often as I used to, maybe once a week. But don't worry, I won't let you wait for much longer than that☺️ Have fun reading, my loves. xx

"What do we have here?" Louis hummed as he rummaged through the drawer next to the sink, glancing at Harry who wasn't moving an inch on the table in fear of getting an even worse punishment. "Mhm. That's gonna leave pretty marks, don't you think, baby?" He asked rhetorically.

He held up a spatula for Harry to see whose eyes widened and he gulped.

"S-sir-"

"Be quiet!" Louis snapped and threw the drawer shut before strolling over to him and Harry pressed his lips together quickly.

He got behind him and tilted his head to the side watching how Harry's entire body was tense and he just knew he suppressed squirming, hating to keep still. He placed the spatula on the table and leaned over Harry's back so his entire front was pressed against him and grabbed his arms pushing them upwards until they touched the edge on the other end of the table.

"Hold onto it, my love." He whispered in Harry's ear lowly who bit his lip harshly when a whimper came out of his mouth. "Oh, how much I missed a nice spanking." He continued and pressed himself further against him. "Do you feel that? Do you want that later?"

"Y-yes, Sir." Harry whined when he felt Louis' hard on pressing against his left covered cheek.

"You better not make any noise then until I'm done." Louis warned and Harry nodded quickly.

"Yes, Sir." He said, knowing he'd receive a sharp slap if he didn't answer him verbally and he knew for a fact that he'd receive enough slaps soon.

"Colour?" Louis asked and before Harry even finished answering with 'green' he got up, pulled his pants down, grabbed the spatula and landed the first strike on his ass making Harry cry out in surprise. He barely closed his mouth when Louis grabbed his neck. "What did I just tell you?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Harry cried. "I'm sorry, Sir. I-it won't happen again."

"Last chance." Louis growled before he let go of him and Harry took his previous position preparing for the next hit.

He gritted his teeth when he heard the kitchen utensil piping through the air and just wanted to scream when it hit his skin, when he concentrated on it he could feel the spots where exactly it imprinted the pattern on his skin.

Louis groaned satisfied, his dick twitched in his pants when he watched how Harry's cheek instantly turned red, the lines clearly visible, the skin that was spared from the metal already started swelling at the edges. He couldn't help it when he brought the spatula down once more.

He took his time watching every move, every slightest change in his posture, the different breathing and how he tensed up all over again when Harry forced his body to endure it quietly and ghosted his lips over his jaw up to his ear, his hand blindly wandering up his thigh and to his ass where he could feel the marks clearly, his skin was burning and causing his palm to tingle. "Are you okay, baby? Must hurt, hm?" He breathed out.

"Y-yes, Sir. B-but I deserve it." Harry whimpered.

"Mhm. That is true." Louis murmured and traced his hand up further along his back and past his shoulder. "But you're so good for me. You always are, my perfect boy." He continued as his finger brushed a few strands out of Harry's face, finally seeing his warped features and he almost came untouched at the sight.

He sighed contently as his eyes wandered all over his face and he took everything in like the first sun rays on an early sunny spring day.

He couldn't help himself when he stood back up and hit him once more just to see how hard Harry fought against making any kind of noise. He grinned.