AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Got quite a few readers! Very happy. =)
Kind of a short chapter, but better than nothing.


C H A P T E R T W O ;


The first hit with the cane struck him right across the ass, leaving a deep red horizontal stripe in its wake. Harry knew, as his knees buckled and a scream tore from his throat, that he wasn't going to be able to sit or lie down for a long time after this punishment.

"Count them, slut," Draco commanded as he worked his fingertips into the fresh wound. "And that is the only sound you are to make. Enough with this pathetic screaming. If anything but a number slips out of your mouth, we started back at one. Got it? Affirm."

"Yes, sir. One, sir," Harry responded quickly, writhing from Draco's painful touches. He knew that counting required a two-part response: the number, and the appreciation. "Thank you, sir."

Draco hit him on his side, directly between two ribs. It knocked the wind clean out of him and felt more like a blade than a cane. He felt the indescribable prickly feeling in the corners of his eyes that meant tears were nearby. And Draco loved his tears.

"T-two… sir," he gasped, breathless from the strike. "Thank you… sir…"

"Much better," Draco said approvingly, stroking his own cock casually as he watched Harry struggle against his leather-and-metal bonds. "No more silly slut screams." He raised the cane, pulled his arm back, and left a beautiful vertical stripe in between Harry's shoulder blades.

"Three, sir!" Harry yelled, his volume growing from pain. He gritted his teeth as a single tear escaped his tightly closed left eye. "Thank you, sir."

Draco's deep laughter split the dank basement air like a knife. It brought goose bumps to Harry's marred skin. "Crying already?" Draco's mouth pressed against his slave's cheek, his tongue darting out to lick up Harry's salty tear. His mouth proceeded to move lower, planting gentle kisses every few inches before sinking his teeth into Harry's neck.

Harry desperately tried to hold in his scream, but it came out as strangled whimper. Draco adored biting him, as the multitude of hickeys (in varying states of healing) that covered his neck proudly boasted. But this one had taken him by surprise.

"Stupid slut!" Draco's furious yell pierced his ears. Blows rained down his back, ass, and thighs from the cane as the Slytherin boy took out his anger. Harry desperately tried to keep count, but the pain was so severe that soon the strikes began to blur together and become indistinguishable from one another.

"You just never learn!" Draco was still yelling, but for Harry it sounded like his master was across a football field. The pain was taking him, transporting him into his favorite place in the world. His mental cocoon, deep inside his own head, where no tortured thoughts or terrifying images could reach him.