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Louis rubbed his eyes and leaned back from the computer monitor, rolling the desk chair back in defeat. He would have to make a difficult call to Ash soon. His and Harry’s calendars just wouldn’t allow them to meet up in Tuscany next month. Fuck. They were barely able to make time for their families in the next thirty days, since Harry had started producing that new indie album with the band he’d introduced himself to in London a few months ago. 

Their families were very supportive of their busy schedules, of course, and that trip to the Maldives in March was incredibly necessary after the whirlwind of  getting Harry moved in and making improvements on their home here, Ed’s album being released, their birthdays, going to the Brits… It had been a crazy nine months or so. 

And an even crazier week. Harry had been at the studio with his new client, his enthusiasm for the project both happily bubbling over into their home life and exhausting the poor lad past anything he’d done before. Louis knew that feeling from his early days with Ed. He didn’t want Harry to burn out.

Thinking of the angel in question, Louis tilted his head up from the little administrative desk they’d arranged in the corner of the living room to look up the stairs for signs of life. Harry’d gone upstairs about an hour ago, kissing Louis on the cheek and whispering “I’ll be back,” with a ruffle of Louis’s hair. That was Harry-speak for “leave me alone, please,” and was usually used when he was either planning something sweet for Louis or taking a shit. 

They’d come to know each other’s little idiosyncrasies since their first trip to Notting Hill all those months ago, learning how to respect each other’s space, triggers, and desires together eagerly, committed to this union they’d created. It was so fucking good. 

Harry, Harry, Harry. 

He’d made love to Louis slowly last night after a lazy Saturday of lounging and laughing together, ordering takeaway and reveling in the easy togetherness of a blessedly free weekend while they had both been working during the week. Louis flexed his bum, enjoying the ghost of the ache from their previous evening’s activities. He hoped Harry would come down soon. He missed his baby. 

Louis sighed, dragging his eyes back to the calendar on the screen. They were hosting their families here at the Manchester house next weekend, both sides pleading with them for a large gathering ever since they’d left for their holiday. Then Harry was going hard in the studio for an indeterminate amount of weeks as Louis finished up writing with Robbie and his lads. He sighed again, more dramatically than before, the image of crystal blue waters and the feeling of sand under his feet tattooed into his consciousness even as his tan from the Maldives faded. He poked his arm with a pout, missing the golden glow. Harry had looked so fucking unreal on the beach, sipping his fruity drinks, tiny shorts riding up…

Louis heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He smiled and let his shoulders relax in relief as he made sure the joint calendar was saved and synced to their phones. He didn’t have time to turn around before long, warm arms were winding around his shoulders and chest. His baby. Everything was okay again. Louis rubbed his hands over Harry’s forearms, about to lean back for a kiss, when Harry whispered,

“Guess who’s your good girl, Daddy?”

Oh, fuck. Alright. Louis’s dick stirred in interest.

He leaned his temple against Harry’s, nuzzling in. “My Princess? My sweetest girl came to play with Daddy?” Louis said lowly, stroking his fingers delicately over the inside of Harry’s arm. 

“Mmm-hmm,” Harry giggled, pulling Louis’s chair back and spinning him around to meet Harry’s gaze.

And holy FUCK. Holy fuck. Fucking-

Harry was dressed in a vivid pink ensemble, a sturdy lace corset strapped to his torso, curving under his lace-covered pecs and creating what Louis could only describe as a strapless bra that fit Harry perfectly. Where the bra part was sheer, the corset was opaque, some other material giving structure under the matching lace. The panties, which Louis could only hope were a thong, rode low on Harry’s hips with plenty of space for his cock to reside. Long garters ran down Harry’s legs from the bottom of the corset, attaching to the lace tops of solid pink hose, cradling Harry’s legs and feet, which were twisted around each other in a coy stance. 

Holy fuck.

Harry giggled again, biting his lips and running his hands down Louis’s arms, matching pink nail polish catching Louis’s eye. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Princess. So perfect,” Louis gasped out, noting Harry’s eyes glaze over a bit with the compliment.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Harry stepped back and put his hands behind him, rubbing his feet together again, eyeing Louis seductively.

Their play had become interesting as they’d gathered a few more toys and paddles for Harry. It had all gotten a little rougher for Daddy’s Boy, Harry pleading for deeper rewards to satisfy that itch that only spanking could scratch. Louis didn’t know exactly what he was in for tonight, but, as always, he was up for the challenge.

“Let me get a good look at you, my baby.” Louis rose from the chair, his cock beginning to tent his trackies as Harry started filling out his own lace panties more. As Louis walked towards him, Harry backed up even more against the newel of the stairs, humming contentedly as he watched Louis advance.

Louis pushed up against Harry, their eyes boring into each other before Harry’s head was thrown back with the pleasure of contact between their chests.

“Pretty baby, huh?” Harry moaned at Louis’s words. “Got all dressed up to be a good girl for Daddy?”

They’d had a few more discussions about the difference between Daddy’s Boy and Princess as the two personalities drifted apart from each other a bit. Harry said that the collar and cuffs that Louis had originally bought him were just for Daddy’s Boy. “Princess” had been shelved for a few months now, the term of endearment coming to embody more than a possessive compliment from Louis. Harry said she had grown into herself and her pronouns in his head, and she hadn’t really come out to play by herself yet.

Until today. 

Fuck.

Louis slowly brought his hand to Harry’s mid-thigh, dragging it upwards, snapping the garter on his way. 

“Ohhhh, God.” Harry huffed out a harsh breath and brought his eyes to Louis’s again.

They were blown the fuck out, that gorgeous ring of jade around Harry’s pupils shrunk down to almost nothing.

The air was tense around Louis. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Two feelings inside of him were circling and snarling around each other, fighting for dominance. The first, obviously, was arousal, thick and heavy between them. The second was his own anxiety. Louis’d never used she/her pronouns in their play before, but he knew that’s what Harry was asking for. That part seemed simple enough, but what terms did Harry want applied to his anatomy? Did he have a sweet tight pussy today and a big swollen clit? Harry’d spoken about his fear of turning Louis off with those words if they used them, but FUCK, the opposite was happening at the idea. Only because it was Harry. Only because it was Daddy’s Princess coming forward.

“What’s your color, angel?” Louis ran his hand over Harry’s stomach, across the sliver of skin peeking out between the panties and the corset.

“Green, Daddy,” Harry said sweetly, with a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Thank you. And what do you want today, beautiful girl?” Louis tilted his head to Harry’s ear, tongue just flitting over his lobe. “What do you want Daddy to do to this luscious body, dressed so perfectly for me?”

“Mmm.” Harry tuned out even more. “Want Daddy’s cock.” He rolled his hips up against Louis, their erections lined up perfectly. Louis gasped. Harry bit down gently on the sharpest point of Louis’s jaw, their cheeks shifting over each other. “Want Daddy to fill my little cunt right up.”

Fuck.

Louis dove into Harry, shoving their tongues together and tangling Harry’s curls in his hand. They were both moaning deep in their chests, grasping onto each other’s bodies wherever their hands landed. Louis moved to Harry’s neck, sucking a deep mark in.

“DADDY.” Harry whined pitifully as Louis pulled back to look at him, then pulled their foreheads together.

“Want to go upstairs, sweetheart? Pick out some of your toys to play with? Hmm?” Louis nosed at Harry’s cheek, then kissed it sweetly. God, he fucking loved his baby.

“Yes, Daddy,” Harry said with a saccharine mewl, rubbing against Louis like the kitten he was. 

Louis chuckled appreciatively, then kissed Harry gently. “Come on, then. Up we go.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and started up the stairs, looking back to see Harry eyeing him coquettishly, but with an extra twinkle of naughtiness shining through. Alright, then. Louis smiled, overcome with love. 

Louis pulled Harry to their bedroom, stopping to snog him up against the closed door. Harry was hungry for it, wrapping himself around Louis and thrusting into him. Louis could admonish Princess for that, but let it go. Harry had obviously put some thought into the plan today, so Louis rolled with it. He reached behind Harry to open the door, but Harry stopped him.

“Nuh-uh.” Harry mumbled out, dazed by their kisses. “Gotta catch me, Daddy,” he whispered up against Louis’s lips. Before Louis could comprehend the words and respond, Harry was out of his grasp and running to the other side of the stairs, towards the guest rooms, grabbing onto the banister with both hands and looking at Louis challengingly from across the balcony. It WAS a thong he was wearing, then, Christ.

“Princess,” Louis smirked. “What happened to my good girl, hmm?” He shared a smoldering glance with Harry. “Thought you were going to be good today. Daddy was going to give you whatever you wanted, baby girl.”

“Mmm.” Harry’s grin turned predatory. He shifted his hips, rubbing against the lace of his panties. “‘M good, Daddy.” He brought a hand to cup his cock and squeezed gently, maintaining eye contact with Louis as he blatantly disobeyed their overarching ground rule for not touching without permission. “So good.” Harry’s eyes closed in bliss.

Louis strode to the other side of the stairs, cock hard but mind spinning from this turn of events. What was Harry doing? Did he want to be naughty today? And more importantly… did he want to be punished?

Louis growled and cornered Harry up against the banister, pulling his hand away from his cock as Harry’s eyes flew open in surprise. “No touching, darling,” Louis said with a snarl. “You know better, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Harry said with an over-exaggerated pout and sarcastically sweet voice. Louis pinned Harry’s wrist behind him, looking at him in warning. “I’m a good girl. You know I am.” Harry nuzzled into Louis’s neck softly, free hand skirting down Louis’s bum, then quickly grabbing onto Louis’s hole from outside of his trackies with rough fingers before liberating himself from Louis’s grasp and rushing down the stairs again, leaving high tinkling giggles in his wake.

Fuck. Louis rolled his eyes. Princess was not a good girl. He pulled his pants out of his crack, wincing at the slight twinge from the intrusion. Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Louis took a deep breath, then made his way to the top of the stairs. 

“PRINCESS.” Louis’s voice thundered over the house, calm but demanding. 

“Catch me, Daddy!” Harry’s voice lilted into the air, more laughter following him.

Louis couldn’t tell exactly where Harry had gone from the living room, possibly into the kitchen. He sighed and made his way down the stairs. “Where’s my good girl?” Louis teased, his voice slightly mocking of the mood Harry had introduced.

He heard another giggle as Harry ran from the kitchen and past Louis in a flash of pink and delicious delinquency. God, Louis was going to be put through his paces today. As his actual annoyance rose, he reminded himself that the goal today was not to be upset and punish Harry out of that exasperation, but to give Harry what he wanted, what he NEEDED. That Princess acting out was a part of Harry, probably the part that was frustrated with his new busy schedule and responsibilities of working on an album without Louis, that needed this release. He needed Louis, DADDY, to take control in a new way. He needed Daddy’s firm hand and this is how his request for it was manifesting today. Louis sighed. It would be a thin line to walk. 

The door to the sunroom opened and Louis called out again. “PRINCESS! Don’t you dare run in there, little girl!” Shit. That room had become Harry’s sacred space, his precious pink trunk and thoughtfully-named plant family residing in a room that Harry had designed beautifully and now spent his mornings in. There were lots of plant pots and antiques and framed art that could be broken if Harry slipped while running in his stockings. “PRINCESS!” God. Louis scrubbed his face and walked through the doorway.

“Hi, Daddy,” Harry said sweetly, perched on the short end of his trunk with his legs crossed at the knee, his top foot bouncing enticingly. 

“Hi, baby girl,” Louis said suspiciously. “You need something new today, don’t you, my darling?”

Harry pouted again. “No.” He uncrossed his legs and put them on either side of the trunk. “I always just need Daddy’s cock.”

Louis advanced slowly, rolling his eyes again in his head. He’d continue to play at this however Harry wanted. Harry let him get close this time, watching carefully through his glazed eyes, but Louis didn’t give in and bring their bodies together. Instead, he lightly brushed his thumb over Harry’s top right nipple, causing his love to shudder and arch his back on the trunk, placing his hands behind him to give Louis free access.

“Such pretty titties, sweetheart.” Louis brought his other thumb to the left nipple at the same time. “In such pretty lace.” Harry moaned lightly and shifted his bum in circles, his cock now desperately hard under the thong. “Be a good girl and stay still for Daddy.” Louis pinched a nipple in admonishment. 

“Ohhhh,” Harry stilled under Louis’s hands. Louis lowered his head to Harry’s chest. He licked over Harry’s left nipple, then lightly bit over the peak. Harry gasped and started rocking back and forth again. Louis held his hips as still as he could, wanting to get the right nipple in his mouth before admonishing Harry. Harry didn’t stop, though, and Louis gripped him more tightly.

“Didn’t Daddy ask you to stop squirming?” Louis chastised.

“’S hard, Daddy. You make me feel so good.” Harry didn’t let up, driving his bum back and forth against the pink wood under him. 

“Princess,” Louis warned, shooting daggers to Harry, which were ignored as Harry closed his eyes and gave into his pleasure. 

“’S good, Daddy. Feels good,” Harry whined loudly, cock beginning to wet the lace of his panties.

Fuck. Louis had to get his control back. He brought both his hands back to Harry’s lace-covered nipples, pinching harshly and pulling a pained cry from Harry. “I said,” Louis started, then twisted Harry’s nipples steadily, “STAY. STILL.”

Harry trembled under him, then opened his eyes to look straight at Louis.

“No.”

With a defiant jut of his chin, Harry swatted Louis hands away and bolted to the back doors of the sunroom, flinging them both open and running into their large garden in just his lingerie and no shoes.

Louis took some steadying breaths. It had rained yesterday. God. Fucking. Damn. It. 

Louis closed and locked the doors. He didn’t want Harry coming back through here with muddy pantyhose after this insanity was over. That fucking new rug had cost over £10,000. Louis pushed his irritation away and let concern for Harry come to the surface. The neighbors were far enough away and the fences were high enough for privacy as long as he stayed in the back, but Harry was pushing his boundaries into unknown territory today and Louis was going to have to punish him. They’d never once treaded into pain as punishment, it had always been a reward. Louis thought back to their first night together, Harry crying and pleading to only be Daddy’s good, sweet boy, never naughty, never bad. 

Oh, how the tables had turned.

Louis laughed at his previous self, always so careful to praise Harry and coo at him gently while in a scene. Louis would have to find a new side of his Dom today. A new side of himself.

He walked back to the living room, closing the door to the sunroom behind him. He opened the other french doors to the garden, the ones by the bay windows that Harry had stood in front of the first night he’d come over, gasping at the open space and the footie goals. The goals had been put away over the winter, giving Harry more space to-

To dance. 

Louis looked out to see that Harry was dancing wildly across the damp grass, arms high above his head. He was leaping, twirling, skipping, then shimmying and body-rolling seductively to the music that was clearly only in his mind.

It was beautiful. The irritation seeped out of Louis as he watched his Princess fly. He quietly observed for a moment more, Harry seemingly oblivious to his presence, before marching over to the front door for his oldest trainers, knowing what was coming. He slipped them on when he reached the back doors again, stepping out to the patio and continuing to watch Harry with his arms crossed against his chest. 

Harry was unrestrained, completely unbothered by a single thing, bounding across the garden with his arse on total display, the rest of him draped in gorgeous rosy netting, muscles surging under Louis’s eyes. 

Eventually, Harry found those eyes and opened his arms to Louis, whining out, “DADDYYYYYYYYY!” pathetically, his gaze pleading with Louis to join him. Louis gave in, jogging across the grass to Harry. 

“Gonna let me catch you, darling?” Louis watched Harry skip towards him, then skirt just out of his reach at the last minute.

“No,” Harry laughed, huge smile plastered on his face.

They continued the game for awhile, Louis faking some displeasure at Harry’s antics because that’s what Princess wanted. Harry stopped at one point when he was between Louis and the open back doors. He looked back once, then looked at Louis insolently, grin breaking out where his front teeth were digging into his plush bottom lip. 

“Baby, don’t even think about it.” Louis looked down to Harry’s soiled feet and panicked for a moment. Surely Harry was present enough not to run into the house with mud on him. 

Surely.

Harry darted inside, slamming the doors behind him as Louis tried to catch up. He flung the doors back open to see Harry headed towards the stairs. Fuck.

“PRINCESS, STOP.”

Louis wasn’t sure what his voice had just done, but it had never sounded that way before. Something about his tone and his conviction had crested over the house in such a domineering way that Harry stopped in his tracks, one foot hilariously still in front of the other.

“DO. NOT. MOVE.” Louis’s tone was steady and deep. He saw the skin on Harry’s shoulders ripple in pleasure as his eyes kept tracing downward, revealing about 7-8 feet of dirty carpet, Harry’s brown footprints outlining exactly where he had stepped, getting darker as Louis looked towards the door where he was standing.

Louis discarded his trainers on the porch and carefully stepped inside, mindful not to touch the mud. Harry’s shoulders were heaving with quick, deep breaths but he hadn’t even turned to look at Louis yet. He was covered in goose pimples.

Louis walked to the stairs, eyeing Harry disappointingly on his way. There was fear in the tuned-out gaze and it didn’t phase Louis. It was time to reel this thing in, regain his control.

It was time to punish Princess.

“Stay exactly as you are.” Louis’s voice gave no room for compromise. Harry nodded slightly. Louis narrowed his eyes are him. “And what do you say to that, Princess?”

Harry gulped. His voice wavered as he slowly croaked out, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Thank you.” Louis would certainly not call Princess a good girl after this stunt. He went up the stairs and grabbed their carpet cleaning shit from under the guest sink. He returned, ignoring Harry completely and huffing out displeased murmurs under his breath. He threw an old towel, the cleaner, and a scrub brush to the floor by Harry’s feet. Louis stood in front of Harry with his hands on his hips, obviously upset and trying to show that to Harry. 

“Doesn’t Daddy do his best to give you a nice home, Princess?” Louis tried to find Harry’s true gaze through his play-acting and his embarrassment.

Harry whimpered and tilted his head down.

Louis grabbed his face with his right hand, squishing Harry’s mouth together between his thumb and fingers.

“I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you today, but I asked you a question.” He forced Harry’s eyes to his. “Has Daddy not given us a nice place to live, sweetheart? Hmm?” Harry’s breath hitched. “And this is how you repay him? By tracking mud all over our beautiful home, Princess? Turn around.”

Louis shoved Harry’s face away and turned his shoulders. He grabbed the back of Harry’s curls from behind him. “Look what you did.” Harry whimpered again. “Look at what an ungrateful brat you’ve acted like today, Princess.” Harry gasped.

“So I’ll ask you again. Has Daddy not made a nice home with you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Harry whispered in front of him.

“And this is how you repay him?” Louis pinched the skin above Harry’s elbow, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

“NO!” Harry winced. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy.” Louis thought the tears might start soon and he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your color, baby?” he asked, disappointment coloring his words.

“Green, Daddy.” Harry took a deep, shaky breath.

“Alright.” He pulled both garters away from Harry’s skin, then let them snap to the backs of Harry’s thighs. 

“Ah.” Harry’s knees trembled. 


Louis inspected the garment, noticing that the garters were on hooks attached to the corset, not sewn in and not only attached to the stockings with normal garter clips. He detached them from the corset in the back, then moved to the front to do the same. 

“What is Ms. Sadie going to say when I tell her how filthy you’ve been, hmm?” Louis was pretty sure Harry’s lingerie lady in Notting Hill designed her pieces to be ruined, but that didn’t stop Louis from trying to drive more guilt into his naughty love. He fully unhooked the garters and the hose, then pulled them off of Harry, bending down and giving Harry a shoulder to hold onto as he lifted his feet up. Louis directed him to stand to the side of the mess as he finished. He held up the lingerie for Harry to see.

“They’re completely mucked up. But you didn’t think about that before you had your fun, did you?” Harry had the decency to at least shake his head contritely this time. “Selfish, careless girl.” Louis glared at Harry, watching a tear finally descend. 

“On your knees.” Louis carefully folded the stockings and pushed Harry forward. He landed on his knees as Louis laid the hose and garters on the stairs for Harry to deal with later. “Look.” He pushed Harry’s shoulders down so his face was right in the carpet. Louis took it further, pressing his foot between Harry’s shoulder blades as he yelled out in surprise. “Look at what a mess my Princess made.”

Harry’s arms were awkwardly splayed backwards, his face against the floor. “S-sorry. D-da-daddy.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Louis let up with his foot and Harry relaxed some. “I’m sure you are,” he said sarcastically. “And if you’re not, you will be.” He picked up the carpet cleaner and brush and pulled Harry up to his knees again. He handed off the cleaning supplies. “Every speck of mud will be clean before you get Daddy’s cock today. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Harry’s red face actually did look remorseful, his eyes wide and his mouth in a genuine pout. Louis knew that Harry loved this house even more than he did, so using it to guilt him was a good call.

“Good. Bend back over and get to work.” Louis watched Harry scramble to spray the carpet cleaner on the closest spots, then begin to scrub them. As he observed Harry from a bit further away, he noticed a bump under Harry’s thong, right over his hole.

A plug. That little shit had been wearing a plug this whole time. And if Louis was right, it was the very soft and flexible pink one with a long neck that would allow him to run and flail around the way he’d been doing earlier. That’s why he was rocking back and forth on the trunk the way he had been. He was fucking himself.

Louis looked down to see Harry’s cock had gone completely soft. That was about to change and things were about to become a whole lot more difficult for Princess. She’d done it to herself, really.

Louis leaned down, pretending to inspect Harry’s work, but bringing one hand around to hover over Harry’s bum. “Every stain will be gone by the time you’re done, Princess.” He smacked over Harry’s hole, hard and punishing, pulling a harsh gasp from the boy. 

“Someone thought wearing a plug today would make things easier, hmm?” Louis tapped it hard, three times in a row. Harry keened and almost fell forward completely. “It won’t. I can promise you that it won’t, my love.” He sneered at Harry, then got behind him. He pulled the thong aside to see the fingers of the base of Harry’s baby pink plug sitting snuggly in his crack. Naughty, naughty baby.

Louis tapped on the plug again, looking to the side to make sure Harry kept cleaning the floor. He also saw Harry chubbing up again. Louis pulled on the plug gently, causing Harry’s movements to stop.

“Clean. Now. Do not stop or you will be going to bed without Daddy’s cock tonight.” Harry rushed to comply, spraying and scrubbing over the carpet again as Louis toyed with the plug. He pulled it out enough so he could just barely see the egg-shaped bulb of it breeching Harry’s hole, then let go to let it slide back in. Harry moaned, but kept up his work. Louis let him move forward on the floor as he finished the stains closest to them. “Mmm. Love seeing your pussy eat this toy up.” He moved it back and forth some more. “I bet it feels so good inside of you, Princess.” Louis bit down on Harry’s left bum cheek.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” Harry squeaked out.

“Good girl.” Louis lightly smacked Harry’s balls from underneath him. Harry nearly fell to the side. Louis could see his cock filling up.

Louis changed tactics, slowly tracing his fingers up and down Harry’s bum cheeks and the backs of his thighs, sighing blissfully for Harry to hear him. “Pretty little baby,” Louis said, teasing over the skin gently. “Pretty pearly skin,” he hummed as Harry moaned. “By the time I’m done with it today, Princess,” he leaned forward and whispered to Harry, “it’s going to be red for days,” Louis chuckled condescendingly.

Harry tensed and Louis watched his cock jump in his pink lace, wetting it again. Louis wanted to lick it up. He smacked the backs of his fingers up against Harry’s erection, pleased at the way Harry almost lost his balance. 

They continued like that until Harry made it to the door, scrubbing over the final two footprints, both dark and deep-set into the carpet. Harry was working frantically because Louis was fucking him in earnest now, the plug sliding in and out easily, hitting his prostate with every thrust. Louis was achingly hard in his trackies, watching Harry flex and moan, his whole body splotched pink with arousal. 

“Bad girls don’t get to come, do they?” Louis asked as Harry trembled in front of him. “Naughty girls have to take it until Daddy says they can let go, right my baby?”

“DADDY!” Harry cried as Louis pinched the back of his thigh while driving the plug in again. He was sobbing now, hand flying over the foamy carpet blindly. “DADDY, I WANT TO COME. PLEASE.”

Louis laughed at Harry’s howling. He knew that Harry was right at the edge. “That’s too bad. Finish your work.” He let go of the plug, watching it get sucked back in, and snapped Harry’s thong back in place, leaving him to go sit on the stairs to watch with eagle eyes.

Harry cried again, whimpering pathetically and sniffling as he felt Louis’s absence. 

“Mmm. God, baby, your arse looks so perfect all bent over for me.” Louis rubbed himself over his trackies. Harry looked back in surprise that Louis would torture him like this, finding his eyes and then looking at the hand stroking himself while Harry could do nothing but clean the carpet.

“Better hurry, darling. It’s your loss if Daddy comes before he can get in your sweet little snatch.” He moaned again for effect as Harry broke their gaze and hurried to finish up.  Louis let his hand snake into his pants, pulling them down a bit and wanking himself properly a few times until a bead of pre-come slid out. He gathered it carefully and set his clothes right with his other hand before standing and bringing his finger over to Harry’s mouth, surprising him with a little gift for a job well done.

Harry startled as Louis pushed his finger between his lips, rubbing the pad of it over Harry’s tongue. Harry clued in quickly to what was happening, and gladly sucked on Louis’s digit, making them both moan.

“Good girl.” Harry’s tongue swirled around the tip of Louis’s finger at the praise, his eyes closed in gratitude for this tiny reward.

Harry sat back on his feet, looked at Louis squarely, and said, “‘M done, Daddy,” before dropping the towel and brush to the floor.

Louis looked over him thoroughly. His eyes were red, tear streaks making their way to his chin. His face was flushed, his lips chewed and swollen. His cock was hard and wet, trying to escape the lace despite how much room he was given in this thong. Christ. What a vision.

“Hands behind your back.” Louis checked Harry’s work as he actually complied, listening to his Daddy. The floor looked clean enough. He could hoover over it tomorrow after Harry left for the studio.

“Alright, love. You’ve cleaned your mess. Now listen carefully.” Harry’s wide eyes focused on him. “Thank you. Go put all of those supplies by the kitchen sink and wash your hands up to the elbow. Dry them and meet me by the stairs. It’s time for your punishment.”

Harry shuddered, then quickly stood to grab the cleaning supplies to bring into the kitchen. Louis heard running water as he made his way up the first stair, facing downwards to meet Harry when he was done. 

Harry was quick about it, reappearing in front of Louis in record time. Louis saw him try to take some deep breaths while putting his hands behind his back in submission, looking to Louis for guidance now.

Louis wanted to get this next part right. He needed to treat Harry how he had wanted to be treated when he started this whole ordeal today and he also needed to be completely in control, allowing his Dom to come through as both fair and unyielding, but still the caretaker that he always was.

“Princess.” Louis tilted Harry’s chin up to meet his eyes. “You have not been a good girl today.” Harry’s bottom lip trembled. Louis wouldn’t let himself be fazed. “You disobeyed Daddy more than once. You touched yourself without permission. You fucked yourself with a plug without permission. You ran from Daddy and were defiant. You went outside without permission, allowing anyone who could see you look at your bare arse, which you know is just for Daddy to see.” Harry whined. “You dirtied the floor immensely, worse than a dog would.” A tear rolled down Harry’s cheek and onto Louis’s fingers. “Now Daddy loves you very much, darling, but he is very, VERY disappointed in you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Harry hiccuped. “‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“I know, love.” Louis sighed like he didn’t want to have to say the next part. “You’ll have to be punished, now. There are consequences for your actions.”

Harry started shaking and humming slightly, his breaths getting closer together.

“We need to go upstairs, to our bedroom, to see just how we’re going to deal with this misbehavior, alright?” Louis gently admonished, knowing that holding back now would tighten the anticipation of whatever punishment they chose. He wasn’t going to be harsh or unloving, that’s not who they were as a couple, no matter how bratty Princess decided to be.

Louis pulled Harry up the stairs yet again, noting his love’s eyes were downcast the entire time. He made a mental note to check in again as soon as they got inside their room.

When they got to the bedroom door, Louis kissed Harry gently, an echo of their heated snogging from earlier before Princess had gone off the rails. “I love you, darling. You’re going to be okay.”

“Love you, Daddy,” Harry mumbled dejectedly.

Louis opened the door to a surprising sight. Harry had already prepared the room. Their wedge positioning pillow was already under the pink sex blanket that Louis had gifted him last year. There were three things laying near the front of the bed: Harry’s metal Gucci handcuffs, the textured silicone paddle they’d used the first time Harry was spanked with an implement, and a heavy wooden paddle with holes in it that they’d only used once. 

Interesting.

Louis looked to Harry, who immediately dropped to his knees, his panicked eyes pleading for help as he started sucking shallow breaths in, trembling at the sight of the punishing scene he’d set for himself.

Louis pulled Harry’s face to his hip, his comfort place.

“Baby, what’s your color?”

Harry’s breathing sped up even more as he looked between the bed and Louis, clearly unsure of what he was feeling. Louis gave him time to find the answer inside himself, not pushing something as important as this.

“Green?” Harry gasped out. “I. Hmm. Green.”

“Are you sure?” Louis was stern, needing Harry to be positive about this.

“Yes. Yes, Daddy.” More tears spilled over Harry’s cheeks. He still looked terrified. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Louis bent down to kiss his curls, which set Harry off shaking even more. “Shh, baby, we’ll get through this together.” Louis brought Harry’s arms around his waist, the lad sagging in gratitude for being allowed to hug his Daddy when Princess had been so naughty today.

He nodded up against Louis’s tummy, squeezing hard.

Louis allowed it for another moment before leaving Harry and walking to the bed. He fingered the handcuffs, a thought-provoking choice for today. Harry certainly wanted to be punished. These cuffs dug into Harry’s wrists with no respite if Louis restrained him tightly, so he never tied up Harry’s ankles at the same time. He always left room at the head of the bed for Harry to be able to relax or pull on the cuffs as he wanted to. These cuffs were for Harry to hurt himself, not for Louis to restrain him like the soft cuffs did. He only pulled on the handcuffs if he wanted to feel the metal digging into his skin. 

He could hear Harry gasp lightly as Louis picked up the cuffs and clipped them to both upper chains on the bed, low enough to give Harry room to relax or pull as he wanted. Louis then picked up the silicone paddle and partially faced Harry before smacking it against his hand lightly. He loved this one; they both did. It was a bit nostalgic for them, but it was also the implement that Louis had mastered the most, knowing exactly how to give it to Harry the way he wanted in any given situation. Harry whined lowly and rubbed his legs together so very slightly before Louis turned to him completely with an urgent warning in his eyes. Daddy had not given him permission to squirm.

Harry wailed in frustration.

Louis could see he was so hard and so scared and so overwhelmed at this new type of scene, but he was acting like a toddler who didn’t get what he wanted. He was still being petulant. Still being an impudent, naughty girl. 

Louis sighed in disappointment, putting the silicone paddle on his bedside table next to the lube and soothing cream.

“ENOUGH.”

Harry stilled and quieted immediately, a look of wonder and terror on his face.

“I’m not going to baby you, Princess. You chose your actions today. You chose your punishments before you even started acting up.” Louis picked up the wooden paddle. “You have to deal with the aftermath. Get on the bed. Now.”

Harry scrambled up, eyes wide and surprised, daring to glance at the paddle in Louis’s hand. He settled himself face-down on top of the wedge pillow, then presented his wrists to Louis for cuffing.

Louis quickly leaned the paddle against the bed and pulled off Harry’s thong, tossing it aside. “Adjust yourself before I cuff you,” he said succinctly. Harry reached down to arrange his cock and balls the way he wanted them on the highest edge of the pillow. “No humping.” Harry nodded.

Louis grabbed Harry’s left wrist and cuffed it roughly, but not too tightly. He did the same on the right, Harry’s face smashed into the bed and refusing to look at him. 

“Look at me.” Harry’s head snapped up to Louis’s voice. “What’s your color?”

“Green, Daddy,” Harry said bravely.

“Good.”

“…What’s yours?” Harry asked timidly.

Oh, God. A breath that he didn’t realize he was holding flew out of Louis. What a sweetheart his boy was. He really had sprung all this on Louis and Louis had played along without question. Now he was checking in. What an angel.

“I’m green, love, thank you.” He tried to look at Harry sincerely. Harry nodded, then took a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for what was to come.

Louis got onto the side of the bed next to Harry. “Because of how you’ve acted today, I will be giving you twenty spanks with my hand on each cheek, then twenty with the silicone paddle, and ten with the wooden paddle. If you misbehave, I will add more.”

Harry stilled completely, not even taking a breath. It was a lot. Louis knew it was a lot for them. He also knew that it probably wasn’t too much. If anything, Harry would color out after the first five wooden spankings, and that would be absolutely okay. If not, the last five would take him further than a spanking ever had before. And that, Louis figured, was what he was asking for today when he tried on Princess’s brat persona. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Harry said, tears stopped, voice clear. 

Alright then.

Louis shifted behind Harry again to tap on the base of his plug. “There will be absolutely no coming until I say, Princess, or the idea of having Daddy’s cock tonight will be nothing but wishful thinking.” He pulled the plug out without warning and placed it on his bedside table. Harry gasped and tilted his bum up in the air more. Louis watched as he carefully kept it there for a bit, then lowered it slowly, making sure Daddy knew he wasn’t humping. He figured the last thing Princess wanted now was more spanks added to the list.

“Okay, sweetheart. We’ll start with Daddy’s hand, then move to the silicone. Daddy will count today.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” And it wasn’t so much for Harry’s benefit that Louis would count. He saw some value in removing Harry from the process, ignoring him a bit as punishment for his desperately attention-seeking baby.

“The only words I want to hear from that mouth of yours are red, yellow, or green and my name. Anything besides your moans or other involuntary noises is considered talking back.  No humping, no coming. Am I understood?” Louis ran his hand up and down Harry’s left cheek and thigh.

Harry nodded, breath speeding up again in anticipation. 

“I’m going to start now, Princess. What’s your color?” Louis switched over to run his fingertips over Harry’s right cheek and thigh.

“Green.”

“Thank you. One.” Louis brought his wide palm across Harry’s left, then right side with no warning. He gasped under Louis.

“Two, three, four,” he hit Harry three times on the left, then three times on the right.

“Five, six, seven, eight, nine.” Harry mewled, then cried into mattress with real tears. 

“You were a little ambitious today, weren’t you, Princess?” He thumbed over Harry’s pink cheeks, then scratched lightly, pulling a growl from his naughty baby. His bum almost matched the corset that he was still wearing. “The metal cuffs. Two paddles. The wooden one threw me, I’ll be honest,” Louis chuckled callously. “I hear the noise you make when it hits you in my DREAMS, baby. You know how it pulls the breath right out of you?” Louis looked forward to see Harry nod and rub his teary face into the bed miserably. “It’s like you come each time, but with your whole body. Ten, eleven.” Louis brought his hand down hard, fingers spread for maximum sting. 

“AHH.” Harry was breathing harshly against the sheets, face contorted.

“Yeah,” Louis said conversationally, “I’m interested to see how you take ten with the last paddle. Hmm. Five was quite enough last time, wasn’t it, baby?” Louis laughed again, like they were chatting over tea. “TWELVE, THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN.” Louis did not hold back on the harshness and power of the spanks as they progressed.

Harry was pulling on the cuffs and trembling, breaths erratic and shallow. Louis saw the red from his face spreading down to his neck and shoulders. He wondered if Harry could really handle today, but trusted him to know his own limits. 

“Sixteen.” Louis hit the left, then the right. “Mmm.” He bent down to kiss each cheek gently. “So pretty, my baby.”

Harry thrust his hips onto the wedge pillow at Daddy’s words of praise.

“She wants twenty-five then, my baby does. Alright, Princess,” Louis didn’t even bother warning or using an admonishing voice. “If you want to misbehave, you certainly have the opportunity to do so. Just understand that your actions have consequences. You’ve added five more spankings to Daddy’s hand, darling. That was the choice you just made by humping. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.” Louis hand was beginning to burn underneath the already-present tingle. 

Harry was still and tense, barely taking in breaths, face hidden in his arm. His hands were swelling a bit from the cuffs. 

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.” Harry complied immediately, filling his lungs just as Louis absolutely assaulted his bum with an open palm without stopping. “Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty five.” Harry was squealing and shaking slightly. Louis repeated the numbers on the right cheek, so they’d both know when they were totally done. “Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty five. Good, baby. You did so well, sweetheart. We’re all done with Daddy’s hand.” Louis was relieved to see Harry’s arms relax in the cuffs, allowing his hands to have access to his blood flow and return to normal. 

Louis tickled Harry’s thighs lightly, humming comfortingly to his boy. “What’s your color, Princess?” he asked lowly. 

“Green.” Harry wiped his face on the sheets.

“Good. Thank you. Relax for a moment, love.” Louis stood and stretched, leaning side to side, touching his hands to the floor, cracking his neck. He massaged his right hand with his left, happy they were moving on to paddles next. 

Louis took a moment to take in Harry, cuffed so beautifully to their bed, hips lifted, gorgeous lines of his form making art from their angles and softness. Fuck. Louis hoped he was living up to Harry’s expectations for today. He glanced quickly to the closet, where a simple gold antique engagement ring was hidden in its box, just waiting for its time to make an appearance some other day. He smiled happily and picked up the silicone paddle.

“Oh.” Harry realized they were about to move on, his eye peeking right over the top of his arm. Louis smiled at him and tapped the paddle against his own palm. Harry started taking deep breaths again, fear and excitement sparking into his glance a bit.

“We’re doing twenty with the silicone paddle today, love, so long as you don’t act up any more.”

Harry nodded, averting his gaze from Louis’s and squeezing his fists open and shut before beginning to pull on the cuffs again.

“What’s your color, Princess?”

“Green, Daddy,” Harry hummed out tightly.

“One.” Louis did not intend to start softly, so he didn’t. The sting of the paddle surprised Harry completely, pulling a gasp from him. “Two. Three.” Louis rubbed the paddle on Harry’s pinkening skin, then tapped it lightly a few times. 

Harry hissed and tightened his thigh muscles, trying to pull forward a bit. “You’d better stay still,” Louis warned. “Four. Five.” Harry mewled and hid his face in his arm again. “Six.”

Louis paused for a moment, building the anticipation. Harry was already breathing heavily and pulling on the cuffs rhythmically. He loved this paddle, said it was the perfect balance between thuds and stings when Louis did it hard. So Louis amped it up even more and did it hard. “SEVEN.” Harry wailed and lifted his head back gorgeously, mouth open and eyes wide and unfocused. “EIGHT, NINE.” Harry went silent, a string of drool falling from his plump open lips. “TEN, ELEVEN.”

“Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.” He said quietly and breathily, panic twisting his beautiful face. “Coming.” Louis’s boy was trembling and unblinking.

“No, you’re not,” Louis whispered back. “You’re not coming until I say.”

Harry SCREAMED to the wall and started thrashing his upper body on the bed, arms flailing as much as they could and pulling on the cuffs, the delicious clinking of the chains going straight to Louis’s cock. Fuck. 

Louis grabbed him by the curls and stilled him by tugging harshly. “Did you come?”

Harry sobbed, tears and snot running down his face. He wouldn’t look Louis in the eyes.

“DID. YOU. FUCKING. COME?” Louis got right in his face, tugging his hair even harder.


Harry squeaked pathetically and opened his eyes to Louis. “NO!” he yelled frustratedly. “Green,” he mumbled, a mixture despondent and still insolent, his eyes glaring into Louis’s. 

Louis pushed Harry’s head back to the bed and wasted no time, immediately bringing the paddle down in quick succession. “Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.”

“FUCK!” Harry yelled, then whined, “Daddyyyyyy.”

“Do you want twenty-five?” Louis watched Harry kick his legs into the bed in response. 

“NO.” He banged his fists on the bed.

“Then STOP. Fifteen. ACTING. Sixteen. Like a little SHIT. Seventeen. Eighteen.” Harry humped forward again, probably just trying to get away from the paddle instead of for pleasure, but Louis was unbending with his rules.

“I see,” he said calmly, pausing to stroke his fingers lightly over Harry’s hot red skin. The boy cried softly into the sheets, the fight leaving him for now. “Talking back. Humping and squirming and kicking.” Louis sighed dramatically, playing up his disappointment. “That’s twenty-five love,” he said sadly. “You say you don’t want it, but you obviously do if you’re acting this way.” Harry cried harder into the sheets. “What’s your color?” Louis blew over Harry’s cheeks gently.

“Eep!” Harry almost squirmed away, but didn’t, the good boy. “Green.” He sniffled and relaxed his arms for a moment.

“Good.” Louis brought his arm backwards with the paddle, then stopped, watching Harry tense as he sensed it, then relax as nothing happened. Louis wailed on him. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.”

Harry’s toes were curled, his legs trembling. Louis rubbed the paddle over him, shushing him quietly. His shoulders were shaking with real, honest tears now, the combativeness giving way to regret for his actions. Louis felt for him, but had to get through this last part. Daddy had to follow through. It was his turn to steel himself and find the courage to get through the last few spanks so he could give Harry what he needed. 

“Twenty-two.” 

“AH!”

“Twenty-three.”

Harry sobbed.

“Twenty-four.”

Louis felt a tear escape his own eye, quickly wiping it away. Harry was silent and unmoving.

“Twenty-five.” Louis threw the paddle to the ground and moved forward to hug Harry’s shoulders. “Good job, love,” he whispered.

Harry turned to him, face wet, eyelashes clumped together, nose and mouth swollen from crying and rubbing on the soaked sheets. “‘M sorry, Daddy,” he said so very quietly, then sobbed into Louis’s cheek. 

“I know, Princess.” Louis stroked into his curls, then kissed his head. “I know you are.”

Louis was trying to hold it together. He had to get through the last paddle for Harry. He had to do what he said he was going to do. He had to give Harry the experience he had asked for when he decided to act like he did. Louis took a deep breath.

“Relax, baby.” Louis pulled away and stood by the bed. “Daddy needs a wee, then we’ll get to the last paddle.”

Harry gasped, either at the prospect of Louis leaving him or in surprise that the wooden paddle was yet to come.  His wide, pleading eyes found Louis’s as Louis pressed a gentle kiss to his swollen mouth, then walked determinedly to their en suite. He shut the door, something they didn’t really do anymore when they were just having a wee, but Louis needed this moment to gather himself. He relieved himself at the toilet, then washed his hands and scrubbed his wet fingers over his face. The wooden paddle was no joke and Harry was already in a state. He felt bad leaving the lad, but as he’d figured earlier, ignoring him was punishment in its own right for Harry. 

Louis dried his face and hands, then looked at himself in the mirror. “You can do this,” he whispered. “You can be what Harry needs.”

He almost believed himself. 

Harry would push his own limits, Louis knew. He’d never colored out once in their time together, but they also hadn’t experimented with punishment before, or quite so many spanks. Louis blanched, realizing that Harry would have to go to work tomorrow with bruised wrists and a severely worked-over bum. God. It had been his decision, though. 

Alright. 

Louis took a breath and went to face Princess once more.

When he exited the en suite, Louis refused to make eye contact with Harry. He wanted to draw this out, amp up Harry’s anticipation for what would be the most difficult part of his punishment. He checked Harry’s cuffs without meeting his eyes, humming happily to see they were still attached correctly and Harry wasn’t currently pulling on them, giving himself a break. He picked up the silicone paddle and opened his bottom bedside drawer to pull out a toy sanitizing wipe. When it was thoroughly cleaned, he brought it to its rightful spot in their closet, pulling the metal play case out and making sure Harry could hear the latches being opened, then closed as he finished putting it away. He walked back out to his bedside table again, tossing the lube to the foot of the bed as Harry whined into his arms, not looking. He straightened the bottom of the blanket where Harry had kicked it into an untidy state. 

Louis finally grabbed the paddle and stepped back to the open space between their door and the bed. He swung it through the air a few times, the holes making gorgeous whistling sounds as Harry cried out pathetically, looking over to Louis with tears streaming down his face. To make things worse, Louis laid the paddle back up against the bed and started stretching again.

Harry was hissing breaths in and out, the brutal anticipation driving up his adrenaline. 

Louis walked to him and placed a hand on his calf, causing his boy to flinch sharply and huff out a surprised noise. 

Good. He was terrified, every sensation sharpened. That was the only way this would be worth it for him. This was what Harry wanted.

“Alright.” Louis said in a business-like tone. “Are you ready for the last paddle, love?”

Harry was looking at him intensely, tears already falling, jaw clenched tightly. He nodded.

“What’s your color, Princess?” Louis stood next to the bed and picked up the paddle. He needed all his leverage for this implement.

“Green.”

Louis drew the paddle back as far as he dared, deciding to start these spanks with exactly the same velocity they had ended on last time they used the wooden one, the power that Harry had said was just enough and almost too much.

The paddle came down hard with a whoosh of air.

“UHH.” Harry’s breath was pulled from him as a deep thud sounded across the room.

“One. What’s your color?”

“Ah.” Harry looked panicked. “Green.” He settled his face back into his arms, mewling and shaking.

“Thank you.” Louis brought his arm back again, watching Harry tense as he did. The paddle fell to Harry again. “Two.”

“Oh FUCK.” Harry was clenching his fists.

“What’s your co-“

“GREEN!” Harry sobbed out, not looking to Louis at all.

“Three.” The thudding noise seemed to echo across their bedroom.

“Green,” Harry panted, rubbing his face into his arms, the cuffs pulled tight again.

“Four.” Louis watched Harry’s body inadvertently rock forward. He decided then and there that he wouldn’t add any spanks to this round, no matter what Harry’s body did. This was too intense. He could feel the electricity in the air. 

“Green,” Harry whispered, breathless, tense.

“Five.” Louis was able to keep the spanks even, as of yet, not pushing it too far. And this is where it would change for them. This is as far as they’d taken this paddle before. Harry’s answer to Louis’s question would dictate what would happen next. “Baby, what is you color?” he asked loudly and clearly, watching Harry’s shoulders tremble, his bum blazing red, purple pinpricks beginning to appear where the edges of the paddle had been.

“GREEN!” Harry yelled in frustration. “GREEN, GREEN, GREEN,” he screamed, every muscle tense as Louis brought the paddle down again.

“Six.” The area the paddle hit would turn white as it sustained the impact, then pink, then red. Louis was fascinated and a bit concerned.

“AHHH! DADDY!” Harry was thrashing with his whole body. “GREEN!” Louis had to still his legs with his free hand.

“Seven.”

“PLEASE! PLEASE DADDY!” Something in Harry was reaching a climax of sorts, whatever it was that he needed spanked out of him today. He didn’t stop yelling and crying, desperately pulling on his cuffs and squirming on the bed. “GREEN!” He cried out one more time, then paused, head thrown back, body pulled as taut as Louis had ever seen it, wrists surely stinging sharply as he pulled them towards his chest. 

Louis chanced it and brought the paddle down a tiny bit harder. “Eight.”

“UHHHH!” Harry made an inhuman noise, then slumped forward, body going completely lax at the deep, pounding thwack of the paddle.

Louis watched carefully as Harry lay there, his breathing returning to normal. It wasn’t an orgasm that had just happened, Louis could tell. It was something else. Something a little more psychological and profound.

“What’s your color?” Louis brushed a curl from Harry’s forehead. He was laying with his face towards Louis, staring at nothing. 

“Green,” Harry whispered, tears streaming from his unblinking eyes. It was a little unnerving.

Alright. Louis pulled strength from deep in his own gut to continue.

“Nine.” Louis didn’t go any softer, but didn’t get any response from Harry. He was numb to it now. Louis felt a few tears fall from his own face, but wiped them before Harry could see.

“Green,” Harry barely mouthed. His eyes were completely clouded over. 

“Ten.” Louis hesitated before bringing the paddle down for the last time, knowing that Harry had reached his limit. Exceeded it, obviously. Louis kept up his end of the bargain, though, and finished the ten spanks strongly.

Harry sighed out a heavy breath, his eyes finally closing as he relaxed completely.

They had done it.

Louis slid the paddle under the bed, sure that neither of them would want to see it for awhile. He also knew that he wasn’t done. Harry had asked to be fucked today. That was part of the scene. Of course, Louis would stop here if Harry wanted. He wasn’t sure exactly how to proceed now. He glanced at Harry’s fiery red and purple bum. It would definitely bruise for days, but it would be okay. Nothing had gone terribly wrong today, thank God.

Louis sat on the edge of the bed by Harry’s torso, then brought a gentle hand to rub over his upper back above the corset.

“We’re done with your punishment, Princess.” Harry shuddered, but kept his eyes closed and his breathing even. His wrists were limp in the cuffs.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbled out indifferently, lips scrunched against the bed. 

Louis needed to gauge Harry’s sexual interest now. He treaded carefully. 

“Are you hard, sweetheart? Are you still wet for Daddy?”

“OH.” Harry’s eyes flew open. He’d clearly forgotten about getting fucked. 

“It’s alright if you’re not. We can save Daddy’s cock for later if you’re not ready.”

“Daddyyyyyy…” Harry whined, shifting over the top corner of the wedge pillow. “Hard. Need ittttt…” He keened gently into the sheets, rubbing his face in them again.

Louis let out a breath. Alright then. Time to get back to work. Harry’s gaze was still vacant, so Louis didn’t bother trying to find it. He just took off all his clothes and started stroking himself back to fullness as he got behind Harry on the bed again.

“You’re alright, angel. My girl needs to be filled, hmm?” Louis opened the lube as Harry gasped in front of him.

“Need it, Daddy,” he mewled, limbs still heavy on the bed. “Ohh.”

“Alright, love. Let’s get that pussy ready,” Louis slicked up two fingers and screwed them into Harry’s hole. His legs trembled at the intrusion, trying to spread more and straighten out on either side of Louis. “So tight and wet for Daddy.” Harry sighed beautifully. 

Louis slicked himself up with his left hand as he worked, now fully hard at the prospect of being inside his boy. He’d been on a wild ride of arousal today, with high highs and low lows, his cock filling and flagging over and over at different times with different emotions. It was finally time to end it. Finally time to give Harry everything he needed.

Louis didn’t even warn Harry, just gently pulled his two fingers out and replaced them with his cock before Harry had a grasp on the situation. “Fuck, sweetheart.” Louis wiped his hands on the sheets before bottoming out, carefully not to get lube on Harry’s scorchingly hot arse. 

“DADDY!” Harry wailed, his energy picking back up a bit. He looked back to Louis in awe as he lifted himself to his elbows, still able to pull on the cuffs a bit. “YES, Daddy,” he started crying again, his gratitude seeping through his gaze and right into Louis’s heart. “Oh, God, yes.”

“My good baby.” Louis pulled out and thrust back in quickly, staying there for a bit and letting Harry’s heat surround and soothe him. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Harry sighed happily, then hissed as Louis brought his hands to his cheeks, just laying them there gently.

Harry squirmed a bit, just getting comfortable and settling in, then looked back to Louis in fear that he’d disobeyed.

“It’s alright, angel,” Louis chuckled. “You can move around. You can hump and squirm now, you can talk to me, you can even come whenever you’d like, okay?” Louis was soft with him. “Now that your punishment is over.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Harry smiled and relaxed back into his cuffed arms. “Want to come when Daddy does,” Louis heard a charming giggle from in front of him.

“I love you, baby,” Louis sped up a bit but kept it sweet.

“Love, mmm… Love my Daddy,” Harry relaxed even more under Louis’s hands. “Ohh.”

Louis drew it out, stroking into Harry continuously, but not slamming in. He treated Harry’s bum the same way he would any other time, ignoring the fact that he was sore. He caressed him gently, pulled his cheeks apart every now and then, and held on when he sped up. Harry didn’t complain, probably enjoying this reminder that he’d made it through the punishment, and, of course, getting off on the pain a bit.

“’S good, Daddy,” Harry was slurring his words a little now. “OH! Ohhh, ’s good.” He started moving his hips back and forth, meeting Louis’s thrusts and grinding into the top of the wedge pillow. “Daddy.”

Louis laughed lightly, thrilled that Harry was happy now. “Gonna come for me, Princess?” Harry gasped and squirmed in his cuffs. “It’s what you’ve wanted all day, yeah?” Louis whispered. “You wanted to come around Daddy’s cock and milk all his delicious cum from him, right?”

“DADDY!” Harry’s face was flushing again, Louis could see it make its way down his neck.

“Answer, fuck, love- Answer the question, baby.” Louis was getting closer.

“Yeah. Yeah, Daddy. Want- YEAH. Wanna come around your… ohhh… COCK!” Harry sped up his own thrusts over the pillow.

“Mmm... And?”

“And… and milk… sweet, delicious cum… GOD, into my… wet pussy! YEAH, PLEASE,” Harry keened loudly and pushed up onto his elbows again, head thrown back, eyes shut in bliss. 

“Come. Come, angel.” Louis lightly slapped the side of Harry’s left arse cheek, where it was barely red. He could feel his own orgasm pulling at him from so fucking deep inside. Fuck. He was going to come so fucking hard. “‘M gonna come so fucking hard in you, baby. Gonna fill your sweet pussy up for you. Come with me, love. Come, baby. Come for Daddy.”

“UHHHHHH.” Harry’s eyes were open again, wide and panicked-looking as he turned back to Louis a bit. Louis chanced it and reached forward to pull on Harry’s curls, forcing his gaze forward again.

“AHH! AHH! DADDY! FUCK!” Harry pulled back on the cuffs enough to lift his whole torso off the bed, the tension on his wrists the only thing holding him up as he clenched around Louis continuously and his cum dripped so fucking elegantly down the edge of the blanket-covered wedge pillow.

Louis exploded inside of him, holding on tightly and grunting in time with his orgasm, letting Harry’s beautiful voice take the lead, cresting over the room so gorgeously as they finished together. 

God. Louis let out a shaky breath.

The tension dissipated slowly, Louis’s hand allowing Harry’s head to fall forward and letting both their bodies and breathing relax into a new reality. Louis’s brain began to come back online as he gently pulled out of Harry and tried to get his bearings. 

Harry’s breath suddenly sped up again.

“Good? Good boy?” Harry looked back in shocked alarm. “‘M good boy?” He started crying again.

Fuck.

Louis rushed to grab the keys on the bedside table to unlock the cuffs, but unclipped them first to give Harry more freedom. There were clearly layers here, the Princess part of Daddy’s Boy falling away, but his usual play personality still needing reassurance. When it came down to it, at his core, Harry was more Daddy’s Good Boy than the naughty Princess who had shown up today.

“So good, my sweetheart. Best boy.” Louis worked fast enough to get him unhooked and unlocked without adding to his panic.

“‘M good, Daddy,” Harry cried. “Good.”

“So good,” Louis repeated. “Daddy’s perfect good boy.”

As soon as Harry’s hands were free, before Louis could get to them for aftercare, Harry was trembling and pulling on his corset, trying to escape it. Louis quickly found the zipper on the side that he’d seen earlier for easy release as Harry’s hands tangled in the laces in frustration.

“I’ve got it, love,” Louis pulled the corset off and quickly went to the mini fridge they’d started keeping in the corner of the room as their play had amped up. He grabbed a bottle of water. “I need you to drink, honey.” He arranged Harry on his knees to the side a bit so he could remove the wedge pillow from the blanket and allow Harry to get some good gulps of water in. He placed the wedge up against the wall in the other direction so they could lounge against it and be gently reclined. 

“There we go, sweetheart,” Louis grabbed his sleep pillow from the bench at the foot of the bed and made sure the soothing cream with in easy reach, then got back on the mattress on top of the wedge pillow, arms open to Harry.

Harry finished the water through his tears, heaving breaths. He threw the bottle on the ground, then dove into Louis’s arms, sobbing into his chest. 

“Good boy, baby. Daddy’s best boy. Love you so much. You did so well today, sweetheart. Thank you for telling Daddy what you needed today.” Harry wailed at that. 

“I’m good? Good boy?” he looked up at Louis tearfully and Louis kissed him gently, exacerbating Harry’s woeful cries. He was shaking now. Louis was grateful he was able to get water into him. 

“So good. Such a good boy.” Louis would repeat this as much as Harry needed to hear it. “Perfect boy. So good for Daddy. Daddy loves his good boy so much, yeah?” He cooed at Harry, trying to get a little smile or at least stop the tears a bit.

“Yeah,” Harry sniffled and hiccuped. “Love.” He nodded. “Good boy.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re Daddy’s good boy. Best boy in the world, you are.” He tickled under Harry’s chin a bit, but it had no effect through the tears.

“Mmm-hmm,” Harry reluctantly started to agree. “Good boy.” His breathing started slowing down again.

“So good.” Louis gently pried Harry’s hand off from where it was digging into his shoulder. He needed to look at his wrists and get cream on his bum as soon as possible without disturbing Harry’s emotional process. 

“Good.” Harry relaxed his head against Louis’s chest as Louis dared to flex Harry’s hand, bringing his wrist up to look at. 

The marks were deep this time, lines overlapping around the bottom of his wrists where he’d pulled over and over again. Then there was one set of deep indentations further up Harry’s forearm where he’d pulled himself up with his orgasm. Those marks probably would fade first, but the ones around the wrists would surely bruise. Louis massaged them gently, then tilted Harry to the other side to do the same on the other wrist. “Golden rose, color of the dream I had. Not too long ago,” Louis sang softly as Harry hummed happily on his chest and relaxed even further, letting go. “Misty blue and lilac, too-“

“Never to grow old…” Harry whimpered.

“There you were under the tree of song-“ Louis continued singing tenderly as he carefully grabbed the tub of after-spanking cream and unscrewed the lid, being as gentle as he could not to jostle Harry too much. He grabbed a thick dollop of the lotion and tried to lean forward enough to reach Harry’s bum. His tall boy’s height made it just out of reach, so Louis carefully moved Harry to the side again, amidst a few whiny protests, to be able to administer the soothing cream.

Louis rubbed some in gingerly but thoroughly, over-applying it out of caution and leaving some on the surface to continue to do its job as Harry (hopefully) had a nap. He did the same to the other side, then rearranged Harry back on his chest, allowing both of them to fully relax and find peace in each other.

“Such a good baby, you are,” Louis whispered. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Daddy’s best boy. I love you so much. Have a little sleep now, angel. Daddy will be here. Daddy will always be right here for you-“ Louis continued murmuring sweet words while holding tight to Harry as he drifted into sleep.

Louis let his mind wander as Harry snored softly against him. Today had certainly surprised him, seeming to come out of nowhere. They’d have to talk this out completely, make sure Harry’s headspace was clear of whatever caused Princess to act out today. It wasn’t that Louis was against this type of scene, he was just concerned that Harry had done such a 180 from Daddy’s Good Boy and what that meant exactly. He thought it might be about their new work schedules, but didn’t want to conjecture too much before hearing it from Harry.

These past nine months had been so surreal (Harry’s word of course) and beautiful for them. Ed’s album had been a smash hit, obviously, and their domestic time together getting Harry moved into their homes, redecorating a bit, and taking a few blissful holidays had been the best times of Louis’s life. He was so grateful for this love that had found him to randomly in the bakery that day. 

He sighed and rubbed his hand over Harry’s shoulders, ignoring the fact that his leg was now smeared with Harry’s cum from the blanket, taking deep breaths and letting himself doze a bit. Sleep came easily as Louis’s mind quieted.

Harry eventually woke against him slowly, pulling him out of his own nap as he regained his caretaker role for his sweet boy. Louis looked to the bedside clock to see that a little over and hour had gone by since Harry started snoring.

“Hi, my lovely,” Louis kissed his curls a few times, breathing Harry’s citrus musk in deeply.

“Hi, baby,” Harry stretched a bit, then winced, bringing his sleepy gaze up to Louis’s with a hesitant smile.

“Did you get some good sleep?” Louis leaned down to kiss Harry softly.

“Mmm.” Harry kissed him again, two more times, then laid his head back down. “Yes. I think so.” He nuzzled into Louis’s chest and tightened his grip around him for a moment. “Um. Thank you.” Harry took a deep breath, then brought their eyes back together, propping himself up and scooting up the bed a bit to see Louis better.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. How’s your bum?” Louis searched inside Harry’s gorgeous jade eyes for the larger answer to his question. Are you alright? Really?

“Hurts.” Harry glanced back to his arse and dragged a finger through the lingering cream, then rubbed it around some more. “But it’s alright. You did everything… God, Lou. You did everything perfectly.” A tear slipped down the side of Harry’s face. “I’m sorry I-“ Harry’s breaths sped up again, getting panicky.

“Shh, darling. Relax.” Harry nodded at Louis’s words and did as he was told. “Everything’s just fine, alright? We’re okay.” They absolutely had to talk through this soon, but Louis didn’t want to push his love. He wanted to give him options. “Would you like to eat first or talk first, sweetheart?” Louis’s fingers scratched into Harry’s curls, pulling a grateful sigh from the lad.

“Um. Talk first, I guess. I don’t really want to move yet.”

“Then we won’t move yet, angel. Love you.” Louis bent forward for another kiss, giving Harry space to take the initiative afterwards.

Harry snogged him for a long while, brushing his thumbs over Louis cheeks and nuzzling him with his nose, humming contentedly. He eventually settled back down with his head on Louis’s shoulder.

“Hmm. Um. I guess I’ve been a bit frustrated this week. A little out of control,” Harry said quietly.

“Alright, love.” Louis continued his soothing motions, kissing Harry’s head and rubbing his shoulders.

“I… I love the work. I do. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” And Louis was SO proud of his boy, so unbelievably proud that he’d booked a client on his own and followed up with them and was now producing their first album after getting hooked on their live demo. 

“Proud of you,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Lou. Um.” Harry took a minute to find his words. “And I miss you,” his energy picked up. “You’re the reason I have this client in the first place. You’re the reason I can work in music. And you’re not there. It’s all me. There’s no Ed to look to for any kind of confirmation. No you to tell me I’m doing well. I have to find it in myself to be confident because you’re not there.” Harry sat up a bit on his hip, avoiding his bum. “And I know you’re proud, but you don’t see what I’m doing to know specifics. Does that make sense?” Louis nodded at Harry’s words. “And I hate that. I hate that I’m doing something you know basically nothing about. I hate that you’re not there to hear the progress we make and hear how it’ll eventually come together. I know you trust my opinions and my decisions in the studio, but this is my second project ever. I feel so out of my element, but they all trust me. I don’t know why exactly, but they do. That’s what I’ve branded myself as. Someone who has worked on an Ed Sheeran album and knows what they’re doing, but the opposite is true. Sometimes I have no idea.” Harry sighed heavily. “No fucking idea.”

“Baby, you do.” Louis said gently. “I was 18 when Ed and I started professionally, too. When it all blew up, really, and it wasn’t just fun and games anymore. And we had no fucking CLUE what was going on, not an inkling. You’re miles ahead of where we were in our process then, I know it.” God, his sweet boy.

Harry shook his head, not quite believing it. “And I miss you. I MISS YOU during the day,” his chin fell to his chest. “Then I feel stupid for missing you when I know you’re busy too. And I feel stupid for missing you when you’re the reason I have any work at all. And I feel stupid for missing you when we still text all the time and go to sleep together every night. So then I feel stupid for being ungrateful for anything when you’ve given me such a perfect life and a perfect love…” Harry trailed off. “Then I feel stupid for any negative emotion, which is in itself a negative emotion, and the cycle continues-“ Harry laughed ruefully.

“You’re not stupid, love.” Louis tutted. “Your life has changed so much this year.”

“Which is your fault. Wanker.” Harry sniffled, then laughed.

Louis joined him. “I’ll take responsibility for that, yeah, I will. Went in for a tea, came out with a soulmate.” He shrugged.

“My everything. You’re my everything, baby, and I love you so much.” Harry kissed him deeply. “Thank you for putting up with me today. I don’t think I knew exactly what I’d been feeling or how to express it. Princess helped me.”

Louis rolled his eyes a bit, jokingly. Harry stuck his tongue out in retribution.

“You’re alright, honey. You can do whatever you need to do to get through your emotions. We’ve always been good with that for each other, yeah? A few tantrums and meltdowns never hurt anyone, but keeping things inside does.” Louis kissed his forehead.

“Yeah. I know. I’m just sorry if I was destructive at all. I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or feel like you have to do anything at all you’re not interested in because I want it.”

“No, that was all okay. We’d talked about using she/her pronouns and the fact that Princess was splitting off from Daddy’s Boy a bit.”

“Yeah.” Harry kissed Louis’s neck. “‘M sorry about the carpet though, really. And asking for punishment the way I did.”

“Darling, if that’s what you need, I will give it to you.” Louis made sure their eyes met for this part. “If that’s how your emotional discomfort manifests, we’ll take care of it, alright? Alright, baby?” Harry nodded sincerely, more gratitude taking hold between them. “You cleaned up your mess, yeah? And if we needed to replace the whole damn downstairs carpet for you to get what you emotionally needed, I’d do that in a heartbeat, sweetheart. It’s better than picking you up from an abandoned warehouse party at dawn with half your clothes missing or visiting you in hospital with your body full of charcoal after getting your stomach pumped.” Louis shuddered.

“Um. Speaking from experience, are you?” Harry was fighting between laughter and concern.

“Maybe,” Louis grumbled out. “I’m just saying that you’re handling these life changes much better than I did at your age, that’s all. And I AM proud of you, I am, love. One hoover over the carpet downstairs and we’ll be all reset back to normal.”

“Mmm.” Harry resettled on Louis shoulder. “…Would you really be okay replacing the carpet downstairs?”

“YOU LITTLE SHIT.” Louis tickled him roughly, but just carefully enough that he wouldn’t fall back on his bum. Harry giggled and tried to push him away unsuccessfully. “That’s why you did it, huh? Ran inside all muddy? Because you want new flooring?”

Harry laughed loudly. “No! No,” Louis wasn’t convinced. He kept up his assault of Harry’s ribs and underarms. “Maybe a little,” Harry squeaked out. “It was maybe like… 10% of the reason I did it.” Louis let him go, but Harry held onto his arms. “It’s just so basic! Boring beige and it doesn’t match anything else we have and I’ve gotten spoiled by feeling the rug in the sunroom under my feet in the morning…”

“You’re a DICK, Harold.” The tickling resumed. “And I’ll re-carpet every floor in every house we have if it makes you happy, you little shit.”

“Do you think there’s hardwood under there? Like in the sunroom?” Harry looked up with wide, manipulative eyes.  

Louis narrowed his gaze. “Put those eyes away and ASK for what you want, next time, maybe?” Their fingers found their way together, intertwining easily.

Harry laughed. “I will. It wasn’t even really about that. The running.”

“I know, baby.” Louis kissed him. “But you’re alright now, really? Physically and emotionally? Bum, wrists, and all?” They kissed again.
 
“Yeah. ‘M alright. Thank you, baby. Thank you. You really were perfect. Such a good Daddy,” Harry pursed his lips goofily and kissed Louis loudly.

“Such a little shit,” Louis whispered affectionately.

“But I’m YOUR little shit,” Harry’s eyes were bright as he tilted his head to the side sweetly, mocking himself.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.” Why did they always annoy each other by using their play names out of scenes? Louis shook his head affectionately at Harry’s words.

“Shush.” They got lost in some more kisses. And Louis supposed this chat was enough. He’d try to circle back to the subject later in the week, to check in with Harry. He also would text more during the weekdays, even if he didn’t hear a response. He’d only ever held back a few times so not to bother Harry and his process, but now he knew that any attention was welcome. So they’d work on that. Good. “Love you, love you.” Louis’s stomach growled.

“Hmm.” Harry pulled back. “We have leftovers from yesterday.”


Louis rolled his eyes, then smiled. “‘Course we do. I’ll bring them up for us to eat cold,” he stared at Harry fondly, seeing his own love reflected right back to him in steady green waters. “Stay off that bum, leather-arse.” He pulled out from under Harry and dodged a slap.

“HEY. It’s not that bad, yet!” Louis could see Harry’s pout in his words as he left the bedroom and went towards the stairs. “AND BRING ME SOME OF THOSE CHOCOLATES YOU GOT FOR ME PLEEEEEASE! AND A BANANA!”

“SPOILED, YOU ARE!” Louis yelled back fondly.

“’S YOUR FAULT! LOVE YOU!”

“Love you, too, Princess!” Louis skipped to the kitchen. Surreal, this love was. Surreal.