WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER: Verbally abusing a Sub, but that's in a dream. Spanking with a hand and ruler.

Chapter Eight


Harry was surrounded by darkness. He couldn't see anything; he was practically blind. A hand grabbed at him and he screamed – or he tried to.

His voice wouldn't come out and that was what terrified him the most. Beads of cold sweat ran down his back.

"You're such a disappointment."

Harry jumped at the voice in his ear. He spun around, and he could suddenly see. Louis was standing in front of him, but it wasn't the Louis that he normally saw.

This Louis had a scowl on his face, his cheekbones were outlined more prominently than they were usually, and his usually beautiful azure blue eyes were tinged with darkness and a dark shade of black.

This wasn't Harry's Louis.

This was a different Louis.

"L-Lou?" Harry stammered, being able to talk as well.

"You're nothing but a toy to me," Louis snarled, and Harry flinched at the harsh words.

"B-But, you said you loved me," Harry whimpered.

Louis let out a bark of laughter that made Harry break out in goose bumps. "You actually believed me?" Louis scoffed. "What a fool. How could anyone love you, with the way you act? You're nothing but a—"

"Don't say it!" Harry whispered.

"You're useless," Louis spat at him. "Don't touch me anymore. Stay away from me!"

Louis swiped at Harry and Harry went to dodge the blow, but his feet were suddenly planted firmly on the ground. He couldn't move. He could only watch as Louis lunged for him, that scowl still on his face, and—

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," a voice called as the blinds were opened.

Harry groaned. "Bright," he complained, opening one eye.

It was Louis, who greeted him by tugging the blankets off of his body. "C'mon, Hazza, you've slept long enough. It's already ten thirty; time to get up! Your discipline's at 12."

Harry groaned loudly again, remembering the obvious paddling that was to come soon. Great. Just his day. His head still pounded a bit, but he shook it off. It was probably nothing but a little bit of a headache from exhaustion and too much sleep.

He took a quick shower and came out naked, curls barely dried. He changed into fresh clothes – a green V-neck polo t-shirt, the one that he bought with Zayn and Niall on their shopping trip.

He hesitated, seeing the panties hidden in his drawers. Louis would surely bare his bottom for his discipline … would he get mad if Harry wore the panties? Was it better to wear his normal boxers?

Be a tease, a voice in his voice urged. Wear the panties, definitely. Show off that nice ass to your Dom.

Harry laughed silently a bit sheepishly before pulling out the emerald lace panties. He put them on. They were strangely comfortable to wear. They fit nicely around his hips. He quickly pulled on a pair of running shorts; that would make it easier for Louis to pull his pants down anyway.

He was nervous. The last time Louis had disciplined him was when he had embarrassed Louis in front of his colleagues. He hoped this discipline session would go alright. He really didn't want to mess up. He would never forgive himself if he messed things up.

Harry had breakfast with Louis and Zayn. Liam and Niall had left to go somewhere early in the morning, and they wouldn't be returning until at least 5 in the afternoon. Harry purposely ate slower than he usually did, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, when he devoured the last piece of bacon and swallowed, Zayn began to clear away the plates and Louis cleared his throat. "You ready, Hazza?"

No. "Yes," Harry replied.

"Good. I'm going to explain what's going to happen." Louis fiddled with his fork before giving it to Zayn to clear away. "We're going to go upstairs to my room, because I know that discipline in the basement doesn't make you feel comfortable. Truthfully, we haven't had the best experiences there."

Harry grimaced and nodded.

"Zayn will be watching. He'll step in if he has to but hopefully there'll be no reason to do that. I'm going to give you a choice. Would you prefer to be over my lap or over my desk?"

"Lap," Harry said after a moment. At least he would be able to have the comfort of physical contact if he was on Louis' lap.

"Alright." Louis gave a nod. "I'm going to give you a hand spanking. I'm going to think of two numbers before we start. After finishing the first number, I'm going to ask you your colour. If you say 'green', then I'll continue onto the second number. If you say 'yellow', we'll pause and talk, and if you say 'red', we'll stop completely. Get it?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a deep breath. "Is that it?"

"Well, after the hand spanking I'm going to use a ruler on you. With the ruler, you're going to get five."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"After I finish your discipline, we'll cuddle. We can get some cookies and tea if you want, and we'll watch a movie together on the couch. How does that sound?"

"Good," Harry responded.

They headed upstairs. Harry took a deep breath. He could do this. He could trust Louis. Besides, Zayn was watching. He would step in when he needed to.

"C'mon, Haz. The sooner we do this, the quicker it's done," Louis called from the bed.

Harry bit his lip and reluctantly headed toward his Dom's lap. He bent over, fiddling nervously. Harry gasped when Louis yanked his pants down. He heard Louis inhale sharply and mutter, "Jesus Christ."

Harry was lost for a moment before he remembered he had the panties on. He panicked, exclaiming, "I'm sorry! I-I won't wear them a-anymore, I just thought—" He paused, listening for Louis' reaction.

Louis was just trailing his hand over the lace, and Harry had to hold in a giggle because Louis was tickling him by doing that. "Fucking hot," Louis whispered.

"Lou."

Both the Sub and Dom looked up to Zayn, who had just spoken. He gave them a look that obviously said, this is a punishment, not a soon-to-be make out session.

Unfortunately, Louis seemed to shake himself out of the trance of Harry in emerald panties and pulled the lace panties down to his knees.

Harry gasped softly when Louis whispered, "Being a right tease for me, huh?"

Harry didn't reply, just tensed and braced himself for his spanking. When the first smack landed, he gasped and bit down on his bottom lip. Just because Louis didn't discipline him often didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

Louis had a heavy hand. Every swat made him flinch and hiss slightly. Around the fifth or sixth spank, Harry began to involuntarily jerk and wriggle around a bit.

"Stay still," Louis said firmly as he landed the next one.

"Sorry," Harry said, near tears by now. He was sure his bum was a good rosy pink colour by now!

He silently cursed himself for allowing himself to sneak out along with Niall. He knew he shouldn't have let the mischievous blonde Sub drag him into the mess! His mind began to drift, as it usually did when he was being disciplined.

"OW!" he yelped at a particularly hard slap, as if Louis had noticed he was getting distracted.

"You weren't thinking of something else, were you, Harold?" Louis asked sternly.

"I-I was," Harry stammered. "B-But not a-anymore, I promise!"

There were four main names Harry was called – Harry, his birth name, Hazza or Haz, usually by Louis, Curly by Zayn and Niall, and Harold if he was in trouble or in a serious situation. He didn't mind the nicknames; he used them to figure out someone's mood, mainly Louis'. If Louis was disciplining him or felt stern, he would call him Harold. When he was relaxed and happy, he would call him Hazza or Haz.

"OWW!" Harry yelped again, legs jerking a bit.

"There you go again," Louis scolded, pausing and rubbing Harry's bum. "Distracted." He 'tsked' disapprovingly.

"'m sorry," Harry whined.

Louis landed one more spank and then rubbed Harry's back. "Colour, Haz?"

Harry let out a silent sigh of relief. Louis was asking him his colour, which meant that they were almost done. He considered calling yellow or red, but he wasn't even sobbing yet. Besides, he didn't want to be even more of a disappointment than he already was to Louis. So he took a deep breath and said, "G-Green."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Green."

"Alright, then. I'm going to give you six more with my hand, and then we'll move onto the ruler, yeah?" Louis' voice was soft and gentle.

Harry almost let out a sob when he realized how much more he had left. He felt Louis stroking his curls, as if comforting him. "Okay," Harry whispered.

"Thank you," Louis murmured, kissing his head. "You're doing very well."

Harry soaked in the praise, almost melting on Louis' lap. The firm spank that came quickly was what made him whimper. He constantly reminded himself that they were almost done; he only had a few left.

After the six, Harry felt Louis reach for something, probably the ruler. Sure enough, he felt the wooden stick on his quite sore bum, and he flinched. "Just ten," Louis promised him. "Then it's done."

"O-Okay," Harry stammered.


Harry was doing surprisingly well considering he didn't get spanked often, especially by Louis. Louis decided to count for the Sub, and lecture him as he did so.

"It's best to lecture the Sub when they're about to break down," Liam said, looking at Louis very seriously. "That's the time when their mentality is weakest. As you lecture, you should stop about halfway through and let the Sub know firmly that you still love them and nothing has changed because of their misbehaviour."

Louis was quite frankly terrified right now. One wrong move, and he could lose the trust he and Harry had building up at the moment. The sooner you finish, the better it will be for Harry, he reminded himself. With those thoughts, he brought the ruler down onto the rosy bum on his lap.

"One," Louis said firmly. "Will you ever sneak out again?"

"N-No, I won't!" Harry sounded extremely close to sobbing now.

"Two. Even if I'm not in the house? Even if Zayn and Liam aren't in the house?"

"I won't!"

"Three." Louis grimaced at the next one he had landed. That sounded like that hurt. Pushing all urges to flee (because he knew Liam would rebuke his ear off for that as well as the fact that he wanted to give Harry some comforting discipline for once, if that made sense), he said, "What if someone blackmails you into sneaking out? What if they try to make you?"

"I won't go!" Harry sobbed. "I-I'll tell someone, you, Zayn, or Liam, w-what's happening! I'm sorry!"

Louis ran his fingers through Harry's curls and soothed, "Shhhh. It's okay. You're doing very well right now."

Harry let out little sobs. "T-Thank you."

Louis smiled before forcing himself to bring the ruler down again. "Four. Why am I spanking you?"

"'cause, Ni a-and I snuck out when Z-Zaynie said no," Harry sobbed.

"Nope." Louis paused for a moment.

"W-What?"

Louis ran his fingers through his hair as he spoke softly. "That was a part of it, but the main reason we're doing this is because you could have been in danger when you snuck out. Zayn didn't know for sure where you were, someone could have kidnapped you, and you could have gotten hurt with no one to help you. I know it seems like we're being overprotective, but I promise it's only for your own good and to keep you safe. Do you understand that?"

Harry nodded, and Louis reprimanded, "Harold, a verbal answer, please." Liam and Zayn had constantly reminded him and told him over and over again that verbal answers were better than non-verbal ones.

"Y-Yes, I understand," Harry sobbed.

"Good lad." Louis looked regretfully at the ruler. He looked up at Zayn, catching the other Dom's eye.

"Almost done," Zayn mouthed to him.

Louis gave a small smile and brought the ruler down six more times. It pained him to hear Harry sob like that, knowing he was the one who made him cry. It's for your own good, Louis reminded silently to the sobbing curly-haired lad.

Zayn made a hugging motion, and Louis smacked himself in the head mentally before drawing Harry up to comfort him. "Shhh," he hushed, pressing a kiss to the lad's forehead. He scooted back so that he could lean against the wall on the bed while cuddling Harry.

Harry fit on his lap, snuggling into Louis' chest and sniffling, sobs slowly dying down. Louis was an expert at cuddling, having a bunch sisters that he took care of often when his parents were busy.

"That really hurt," Harry whined, looking up with his teary green eyes.

"Good," Zayn chuckled from Louis' desk chair.

"That was meant to," Louis said, and then leaned down and whispered into Harry's ear, "Sorry about that."

Harry giggled when Zayn just rolled his eyes and muttered, "You're such a softie, Tommo."

"Ah, shut up," Louis grinned. Louis ran his hand over Harry's curls, and gently tickled his ribs. Harry laughed, and it sounded like soft, melodic bells ringing in his head. "You're adorable," Louis teased, knowing what Harry would say next.

Harry pouted. "I'm manly," he argued.

"Uh-uh. You're a little whiny brat," he retorted teasingly, and laughed at the glare Harry gave. Louis shook his head and kissed Harry, not on the forehead but on the lips. Thankfully, Harry accepted it, leaning into the kiss.

Harry's breath smelled like mint, chocolate, and all of the good things Louis could imagine. Louis let himself enjoy the moment before they had to pull away for breath, both laughing a bit sheepishly when Zayn smirked at them and then left the room, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up," Louis and Harry both groaned.

Zayn just stuck his tongue out and closed the door behind him.

Harry grinned for a few seconds. Then it faded away and he frowned, as if hesitating on something. Louis, confused, poked Harry gently in the stomach and said, "What's wrong, Haz?"

"I … I just …" Harry bit his lip, and then mumbled something incoherently.

"What was that?" Louis frowned. "Speak up, Hazza; I can't hear you when you mumble like that."

"I love you," Harry whispered, a flash of fear appearing in his eyes as if he was expecting Louis to backhand him or reject him.

Louis did the complete opposite. He leaned in, kissed the beautiful curly-haired lad before murmuring, "I love you more."


Harry was happy for the next few days, mainly he and Louis were feeling more comfortable around each other and because he had received a full discipline from Louis for the first time.

He knew that most people would think he was out of his mind if he told them that he was happy because he had gotten disciplined by his Dom. Most Subs and Doms hated discipline sessions. Not that Harry had enjoyed it either, but rather the moment after the spanking.

The aftercare.

The kisses.

The love.

When Louis had spoken the words to him, he had finally felt something. He felt as if Louis was actually telling the truth this time. He was still a bit cautious, but less than before.

I love you more.

Harry grinned like an idiot remembering the words Louis had whispered into his ear.

"Hey, Curly, don't just stand there! Help!"

Harry blinked. Niall was carrying a large pile of blankets. They were blocking his view and Harry was blocking his way. Harry snickered and considered leaving Niall on his own but he figured he would get in trouble for that and somewhat reluctantly took half from Niall's pile.

Liam had decided that they needed to do some cleaning up in the house. Harry and Niall were in charge of the laundry. Louis was in charge of vacuuming. Harry felt bad for his Dom, and he reminded himself to give Louis a massage afterwards. He knew how much vacuuming could make your back ache. Zayn was reorganizing everything, redecorating the house. He had already moved the couch over so that they could get another mini coffee table placed next to it. Liam was overseeing how things were going and clearing up the basement area, throwing out useless stuff and making space for new things.

Harry scrunched his face as he shook the blankets to get the dust off. He sneezed, making Niall scowl and reprimand him, "Cover with your elbow! Jesus, Curly! No manners!"

"I'm sorry," Harry huffed. "My hands are occupied right now."

Niall had no reply to that, making Harry grin in triumph.

Overall, the day was going fine besides for the fact that his bum was still aching. Though he did suppose he deserved that.


Louis was vacuuming the second floor and was having hard time getting the dust underneath the low tables. Honestly, he didn't understand why Zayn insisted on so many tables.

Louis finally gave up and moved the table over, knocking over a few magazines over in the process. He huffed in annoyance, cursing Liam for assigning him this job, but one particular magazine article on the front page caught his attention.

Dom Louis Tomlinson, Using CEOs Zayn Malik and Liam Payne for Money?

Anger bubbling inside of him, Louis gritted his teeth and began to read the paragraph.

It was spotted recently around noon last Thursday when Dom Louis Tomlinson and CEO of ADS Liam Payne were seen talking at a public park. Not only that, but they were in a heated conversation. No one knows exactly what they were talking about, but it seems as if Tomlinson was forcing CEO Payne to take him and his Sub in. Out of pity and kindness, it seems that the rich CEO of the Association of Dominants and Submissives has indeed taken both in. The pair has been seen around Malik, Payne, and Horan, even going shopping together. It was noticed that Liam Payne and Zayn Malik were using their own money to pay for everything. It seems as if Louis Tomlinson and his Sub just don't have enough, or do they? Is this a pity act from Tomlinson and Styles, or is it the truth? Niall Horan, Sub to Zayn Malik and Liam Payne, and both CEOs will be scheduled for an interview about this new development going on! The true story will be revealed next Monday at 1:00PM!

Louis let out a growl and dropped the magazine back into the pile.

He would get a job.

He would show those stupid paparazzi and media that he could earn his own money; that he was proud and he wasn't a beggar.

He was going to find a job as soon as possible.

Still fuming, Louis returned to vacuuming.


End of Chapter Eight

Author's Note: Please tell me what you thought of this chapter! Ideas and feedback and comments are always welcome and a big thank you to everyone who is reading this fic! :)