Fascism.

Chapter 14

Harry's pov

I didn't feel like sleeping, as usual. I don't know why but sleeping during the day just seems odd to me. I did however watch him sleep as creepy as that sounds. His eyelashes extend out onto his cheekbones and his thin soft lips part slightly. He twitches his left foot every now and then. I placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and watched as his lips slightly curved up in a smile. I laid back and stared up at the ceiling wondering how I got so fuçking lucky. He's the best thing and sometimes the worst thing about my day but the good times overcome the bad. I love him so much. He whimpered in his sleep causing me to immediately pull him into my chest and kiss his hair. "I love you." I whispered. He nuzzled further into my chest and I smiled down at my baby girl. About 20 minutes later his eyes fluttered open. "Good morning beautiful." I whispered. "Mornin daddy." He said tiredly. "How was your nap?" I asked quietly. "It was okay. I think I had a nightmare I'm not sure though." He confessed. "Oh I'm sorry baby." I cooed. "It's okay." He grinned. "Think we should get up?" I asked. "Yeah probably." He sighed. "Is my baby still tired?" I asked winking at him. "Yes daddy." He said innocently. "I thought so. We need you to sleep tonight though." I told him making him pout. "Hey stop it." I cooed. He eventually got up and out of bed without too much of a fuss. We ate supper and lounged around the house for a bit and watched movies.

"Do you ever feel like you need to get rid of me?" Louis piped up during lion king. "No! Where did you get that crazy idea?! Louis, baby I love you I don't want you to go anywhere!" I told him slightly irritated that he even asked. "Cause all I am to you is a burden, I do something wrong, you spank me and forgive and forget. I guess I just haven't been forgiving myself as easily as you have been forgiving me cause I feel like I'm not worth your time, money, space. I'm just so used to being judged so hard by my family that the fact that you don't makes me kinda skittish. Like one day you're just gonna lash out on me and abuse me." He explained. "Baby, I forgive and forget because you have been punished. It's not going to do either of us any good if I don't forgive you after punishment. You'd most likely be confused and I'd just be the dick that can't let anything go. It would hurt us not help us. Baby, you have to trust me when I say I know what I'm doing. We're probably one of the best couples in this town, whether it be because we're just flippin awesome people like that or because you trust me to provide, protect and punish my bad little girl when she needs it. Louis, you're safe with me, you can relax alright?" I asked him wanting him to be completely comfortable with being my submissive. I honestly thought he was. These last couple of days have made it clear he's not.

"Louis, are you suddenly afraid I don't like you or won't like you because of what happened in America?" I asked. "I-i don't really know. I'm in love you, I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. It's definitely different. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that since I said that, you think I think I love you more than you love me but-" I cut him off. "The fact that you even said that makes me angry. I want you to go up and get ready for bed please." I said through gritted teeth. "I-i um." He started. "Now please." I spoke standing up. He scrambled up and bolted up the stairs. I fell back into the couch with a sigh. "That boy." I mumbled. I turned off the movie and cleaned up before heading up the stairs. When I walked in he was in bed cuddling with my pillow silently crying into it. "I'm gonna need that you know." I teased. "I'm sorry." He said putting it in its place and turning around. "Hey, pouting before bed probably messes with your sleep. You should quit that." I joked trying to lighten the mood. Yes I'm still pissed that he would say that but there's no reason to be hostile about it. "I'll pout whenever I want to pout thank you." He grumbled. "Seriously Lou?! What makes you think you can talk to me like that?!" I said finally showing my anger. "Can we just sleep please?" He asked. "Yeah fine. Go to sleep. We'll discuss your punishment tomorrow. Sleep tight. And for the record, yes I still love you." I finished. I watched his face soften some. He's always so scared that he's going to anger me and I'll never love him again. What he doesn't know is, sometimes it just makes my love for him that much stronger. I got into bed and laid down facing away from him. I want absolutely no cuddling tonight. I'm not in the mood and lord knows I would probably do something stupid like not punish him if I woke up with his head on my chest.

4 a.m.

"Daddy." I heard Louis whimper. I turned around and he was standing beside our bed looking terrified. "What happened baby?" I asked sitting up. "I had to throw up so I ran to the toilet but I uh I didn't make it." He whimpered. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Come here sweet baby." I cooed and opened my arms for him. He fell into them and started softly crying. "Shh baby it's okay. No one is mad at you. It was an accident, I get it alright?" I asked. "Thank you." He whispered. "Baby girl there's nothing to thank me for." I spoke softly. "Am I still getting a spanking tomorrow?" He asked shakily. "Yes baby, I'm sorry but you can't talk to me like that. You know that. Bad babies get their bum spanked." I whispered huskily in his ear. He shivered and held onto me tighter.

I cleaned up his mess as I had told him to get some more sleep. I was gagging every other second but I got it cleaned up. I sat at the table and watched the sun rise while drinking coffee. That's a sight I hardly ever get to see. I sighed deeply, what if he throws up again? I can't spank him if he's really sick. It's probably just nerves. He knew he was going to be getting spanked as he fell asleep last night. That's probably it, right? I groaned and got up to get another cup of coffee. He stresses me out.

11 a.m.

I heard his tiny little footsteps coming down the stairs and smirked. He's trying to be quiet. As soon as he came into view his eyebrows knitted together. "What?" I asked. He jumped. "Did you think I wouldn't be in the kitchen or what?" I chuckled. "I don't know." He shrugged. "How do you feel?" I asked. "I'm okay." He said sadly. "Have you thrown up any more?" I questioned. "No sir." He whimpered. He knew telling me this would guarantee a trip over my lap. He's scared shitless of me when I'm about to spank him. "Why do you think you puked last night?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe something I ate?" He said uncertain. "Could have been you were nervous about your upcoming punishment?" I asked. I just want to make sure I'm spanking a healthy baby girl. Naughty as she might be, I don't want to spank a sick one. "Yeah, that could be it." He nodded. "Alright. Let's get some breakfast in you." I said standing up to get him something. "Daddy? Can we just get it over with? I don't want to delay anymore." He whispered. "Sure." I nodded. I walked over to the couch and sat down in the middle of it. "Here?" He whimpered. "No one else is here baby girl. Come on. Over my lap." I ordered. "Can we go upstairs? It makes me nervous down here." He admitted. "Baby, you've been spanked in public before. What's the matter with being down here?" I asked. "I hate being spanked in public. It's embarrassing. Everyone stares at me and when I start to cry they make fun of me and you let them." He admitted. "I didn't realize you felt that way." I said but patted my legs for him to go over nonetheless. "Please daddy." He whimpered. "Louis. I promise you no one is here and no one will walk in. You're safe." I told him gently. "Okay." He breathed and slid his shorts down to reveal his panties. "Want these down too?" He asked. "No. I'll start off with them on." I told him getting a nod in response. My jaw clenched but I said nothing. I helped him over my lap and rubbed his big ass through his panties. I let out a laugh when I felt him getting hard and rutting against my leg for friction. He immediately stopped his actions when I reminded him why he was in this position with a hard spank to his bum. "Sorry." He whispered. "It's alright baby." I chuckled.

"I'm starting baby doll." I warned before bringing my palm down hard to his ass 10 times. I rubbed his ass for a bit before landing 15 more. He was should be silently crying by now. I took down his panties and grabbed his ass. "Mine." I growled. He arched his back. "Now now, none of that. This is punishment." I told him. He whimpered. I picked up the remote and smirked. He's in for a rude awakening. I continued spanking him by hand until he started crying then I quickly switched to the remote and struck his ass hard with it. "NO!" He screamed. "Shh baby doll just a few." I hushed. "Abuse. I was abused." He screamed. I threw the remote and picked him up. "With a remote?" I asked. He nodded and I could tell he was telling the truth by how terrified he looked. "Shh baby I won't ever abuse you, I'll never spank you with a remote again alright? I promise." I said rocking us back and forth. "Will you finish my spanking now?" He asked making my head spin what the actual fûck. "It's over baby." I told him. "No it's not. I wasn't sobbing. That's like a must." He spoke timidly. "It's over when I say it's over. It's over. Don't tell me no." I said smacking his ass. "Ow." He whimpered. I rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much baby girl." I spoke gently. "I love you too daddy." He responded. "Breakfast?" I asked. He smiled up at me. "Yes please." He grinned. We ate and lounged around the rest of the day.

A/N: sorry this sucks. I'm thinking of making a new story though! I'm still gonna declare some as finished cause I'm not feelin them lol anyways I hope y'all liked this.

Omg guys last Saturday I got really drunk and made out with a 22 year old guy. 😓 worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life.