Whip L.S.(Bdsm)

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Louis waited till he was calm, which truly only took five minutes but Harry wanted some space and he decided to respect that but after fifteen minutes he wanted this over with. He walked out to a quiet sniffle coming from the couch.
"Baby? Can we talk?" Louis said quietly, not wanting to startle Harry. He looked up with red puffy eyes and a pout on his lip. Louis was now putty in his hands. He rushed to him cupping his face.
"Oh baby, don't cry." He said kissing away his tears. Harry grabbed him and held on for dear life, until his tears finally slowed down.
"I'm sorry daddy." He whispered. "I was mean to you and you did nothing wrong, you've been nothing but perfect to me and I was wrong and I'm sorry." He held him tighter and hoped for forgiveness.
"Harry, honey, can you tell me why you were mad?" Louis said gently. Harry sighed, it's now or never.
"I love you so much and you say you love me, but I find I can't fully believe it. It's nothing you did or said really. I had a boyfriend a year ago, he was so sweet and treated me so wonderful. We confessed our love after six months of dating, we made love and it was nice." Louis was cringing now not really wanting to hear about his ex lovers but swallows his jealousy, after all he's had a few too.
"We we're together for another four months when I finally showed him how I like to dress more feminine. I told him to wait on the couch while I put on a skirt and short top and a light amount of makeup and walked out." Louis isn't responding just nodding and holding Harry while he poured his heart out.
"I thought I looked pretty, I thought he would like it or at least accept me. He had made me feel worthy so many times before, he healed my broken heart after my previous boyfriend cheated on me. I thought we were in love, I thought he was going to take care of me forever." He paused trying to stay composed, trying to hold back the tears. Louis rubbed his back with little circles to calm him and show support.
"When I got out of  my room he was standing, waiting for his surprise. He shouted ugly things at me and we fought, we never really had before. He was not the same man I loved after that. He told me never to dress like that again which I complied. But one day he saw that my toes were painted and he hit me, a lot. The night ended with a few broken ribs and a lot of bruises." Louis stopped rubbing his back and grabbed his face to have him look in his eyes.
"I know you may have a hard time with trust, I get that but I would never ever hurt you like that. I would really like to earn your trust, I'm ok with it taking time. I will however tell you as much as possible that I love you, and I will try to show you any way I can." He says gently pecking his lips.
"That's the thing, you already care for me and treat me so well and you don't mind the way I dress. That's why I feel like it's too good to be true." Harry replies almost whining.
"Just don't give up on this Harry, because I'm not giving up on you." Louis said sweetly causing Harry to kiss him on the cheek sweetly.
"Do you think you feel up to coming today? I promise I won't be mad if you don't but I would love it if you came." He asked hopefully.
"Yes, I want to come but does your family know about your, our lifestyle?" Harry asked. Louis beamed because Harry said "our" it was music to his ears.
"Yes princess they all do, it is a judgement free zone so I would really like it if you wore something pretty." Harry looked scared.
"R-really? They won't care if I dress like that?
"No baby they will love you and I want them to get to know the real you, the beautiful man I'm in love with." He said with care as all of his thoughts about punishment went out the window.
"Ok do you want to help me pick it out?" Harry asked shyly, he really wants it to be approved by his daddy.
"Baby I would love it if you surprised me."  He kissed Harry's lips while squeezing his hip in encouragement.
Louis left to get ready after they decided Harry would drive separate.
Harry's nervous knowing he's meeting his family and he's excited but petrified to wear a dress but his daddy said to wear something pretty and that's just what he'll do.