Hey guys, back with one of my favorite chapters of this story- cause both Tom and Aurelius get what they deserve here, and for Aurelius, it's been a looong time coming :D
good news is, this story will have a happy ending, I promise! ;)
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WARNING: SPANKING and HUMILIATION in this chap!
"Dash! Stop!"
What had not worked for him apparently worked for Gryffindor- because Dash snorted, stomped his hooves- and stopped.
Tom's whole body was trembling, and he was unable to move, just breathing and trying to not fall of the giant horse took all of his energy.
He saw Gryffindor getting off his horse, and then he walked over to him.
"Get down here, Thomas", his voice was pure ice, "right now", he was holding the whip in his hand and Tom let out a scared sob, "you…you are gonna hurt me."
"Oh, you have no idea- now get down here before I get you off myself."
Shit shit shit…
Tom sobbed again, but he slowly got down, never taking his eyes off the whip in Gryffindor's hand.
As soon as his feet had touched the ground, Gryffindor grabbed him, spun him around and seconds later, he felt the stinging pain of the whip on his backside, "oww! Oww, pleaseee! Noooo!", he tried to wiggle himself out of Gryffindor's grip, but there was no avail- the Founder held him tight and delivered strike after strike on his butt, "you are in big trouble, Thomas", he informed him through clenched teeth, "of all your little acts of rebellion, this one really is the limit- Dash could have killed you, or paralyzed you- what the hell were you thinking?"
He stopped whipping him, and Tom whimpered, "I…I just…you promised me I could…test his saddle, and…then you were busy, so…"
"So you decided to take matter into your own hand's, yes?", Gryffindor sounded so cynical that Tom did not dare to respond, he just nodded.
"I see- after all these weeks here, you are still not understanding- but I'll make sure you get the message this time. Come on, you are riding back with me."
Tom swallowed, "please…I…am sorry…"
"You will have plenty of time to apologize later", Gryffindor responded and then he lifted him up and put him right on Tucker's back, "I will lead Dash back on his reigns. You will sit quietly, and any more stunts from you on the way back, we'll stop and you get the whip again- understand?"
"Yes, Sir", it came out like a sob, but Gryffindor ignored it, "let's go then", he took Dash's reigns, and then he got back on Tucker, sitting right behind Tom, and Tom registered that even though Gryffindor was furious with him, he still held him carefully, making sure he would not fall off. He did not understand why he did that, so he felt even more confused.
It took them about fifteen minutes to get back, since Gryffindor never went really fast, and Tom realized that his little trip could not have taken longer than a few minutes- but it had sure felt like a lifetime.
Gryffindor handed the reigns to some waiting house elves who took both horses inside the stable without a word, and then they were alone.
Tom kept looking down, too afraid to ask what Gryffindor would do to him.
"Follow me, Thomas- time for a little talk."
Okay, just talking- talking is fine, talking does not hurt.
He was still anxious though when he followed Gryffindor into the stable's office, it was a small room with shelves on one side and a huge desk in the middle, right in front of the window.
Gryffindor sat down in the office chair behind the desk and Tom attempted to sit on the small chair in front of it, but Gryffindor simply shook his head, "no need for you to sit, Thomas."
He blinked, "I…I thought you wanted…to talk?"
To his surprise, Gryffindor smiled, "we will talk- to be clear, you are going to do quite a lot of talking and counting- while you are getting spanked."
What. The. Fuck.
All the color drained from his face, "you…you can't…be serious, you…can't spank me, you are not my father!"
Gryffindor did not respond right away, he just kept looking at him like he was waiting for something, and Tom's confusion grew.
What the hell does he want now?
Eventually, Gryffindor looked to the side, "drop the pants and come here."
Tom stared back at him incredulously, "you…really think I am going to let you do this?"
"You don't have a choice here, Thomas- either obey me now, or I will make you", his voice had gotten cold again, "three seconds- starting now."
Tom kept staring at him, "this…no…you can't…"
"One."
He took a step back, "no! No, I won't let you do this to me! I won't!"
"Two."
"It's against the law!", he knew he was running out of options, and then he took another step back, "please…I'll do anything…"
"Three", Gryffindor remarked casually, and got up, "I guess we will do this the hard way then, Thomas", and he kept coming closer and Tom kept stepping back, until there was no space to back up any further- he had reached the walls.
"NO!"
His scream was loud and desperate, but Gryffindor ignored it- he just carried him back to his chair, and then carefully pulled down his work jeans.
"No! Please! Noooooo!", he screamed, and kicked, and boxed, and yelled, but Gryffindor held him tight- and there was nothing he could do to stop him from pulling down his underwear, too.
The shame was overwhelming, knowing that he was standing in Gryffindor's office half naked now, and he cried out in fury, "you'll pay for that, you bastard!"
"Bad boy", Gryffindor turned him around, and in one smooth movement pulled him over his lap, "such a naughty boy- I know this is all new to you, but that does not mean you can curse, Thomas."
He howled, hating the position he was in now, spread across Gryffindor's lap, his bare ass exposed and vulnerable, "let me down! Let me down!"
"Not yet, Thomas- now, I never spank my boys when they are struggling, so the first thing I want you to do is to lay absolutely still."
"I won't! I won't do anything you tell me! I HATE YOU!", he was crying, his face wet with tears and sweat, and he struggled with all his might, "now let me go!"
"Shshsh…calm down…take a deep breath- I know you are scared, but I am right here, Thomas- this will hurt less than the cane, I promise."
"I don't give a shit about your promises! You promised me to let me saddle Dash today, and then you just didn't show up!", Tom screamed, not caring the slightest if the house elves might hear him, "you are just a liar, and a…"
Smack.
Tom stilled, trying to make sense of what just happened.
He spanked me, he really spanked me…
It did not hurt that much, but the noise when Gryffindor's hand hit his bare backside, and knowing that he could not do anything against it, was more than he could bear.
"Stop! Stop! You can't do this!", he started to struggle again, more desperate this time.
"Shshsh…it's okay…it's going to be fine…now, lay still- or I will have to force you."
"No…please…", he sobbed, "I don't want this! Don't do this!"
"I haven't even started yet, Thomas", Gryffindor replied calmly, "stop struggling…shsh…there you go…good boy…", he gently petted his backside, satisfied when Tom did not move, "now that you are laying still, we can start- you will get ten for being disobedient, ten for acting reckless, and ten for refusing to come over when I told you to- which is how much?"
Tom was crying, "no! No, you can't! You'll kill me!"
Gryffindor smiled even though he did not want to, "Thomas- this is a spanking, not a beating- and I am not using a cane, I am using my hand. I won't kill you, but yes, it will hurt- a lot."
"I rather take the cane than this!", he was still crying, now desperate to get away again, "or you could lock me up again or not give me food or you could…"
"Tommy", Gryffindor's voice was soft, "you are not in charge here- I am deciding how you are getting punished, and I know getting spanked is new for you and humiliating- but you will be okay. Now tell me, how many licks are you getting?"
He broke down, "thi…thirty", he choked out and Gryffindor smiled, satisfied with the progress, "good boy- now, every time you are getting spanked, you will have to count- and you will do such a good job with the counting, right Tommy?"
No!
"Yes…yes, I will, I'll be so good, so so good, I am your good boy, I am, I'll behave, I…"
"Shshsh…I know you are- and after we are done, you are all forgiven. You will lay still and count, and I will give you break times to struggle- and when it hurts too bad, you will tell me and I'll let you struggle for a little."
Don't need any breaks, just get it over with!
He sobbed again, dreading what was about to happen.
Smack.
He buried his face into Gryffindor's legs, silently crying.
I can't…I can't…
"You can, Tommy- say the number, or I have to repeat it."
No, please no!
"Oooneee", it came out like a whisper, but Gryffindor did not seem to mind that, "good boy, Tommy."
Smack.
"Ttwooo"
Smack.
"Three."
Smack.
"Ffourr…"
Smack.
"Fiiiiveeee"
It hurts! It hurts!
He did not want to struggle, but the urge was overwhelming, "pleaseee..."
"Yes, you can move- no rubbing your backside though", he held his arms which stopped him from reaching back, "I know you want to rub really bad, but that will have to wait."
No! I want to rub now!
"Alright, break time is over."
No! No please!
Smack.
"Six…six, please!"
"No- you won't get another break that soon- lay still."
Smack.
"Seven! It hurts, I want…"
Smack.
Tom howled, "eight! Stop! Stop, please, hurts! Hurts so bad!", he could not help it, he tried to reach for his backside again with his hands, and again, Gryffindor held him tight, "no, Thomas", he said calmly, "I know it's itching, and I know it's burning, but you won't get to rub. You will lay still now…there…good boy, doing so good today."
Tom sobbed in shame, too humiliated to speak. His ass was on fire, and it was itching so bad, and he needed to rub it, he could not think of anything else- so when Gryffindor let go off his arms for a second, he made another desperate attempt.
"Naughty boy", Gryffindor's voice sounded cold, "I told you the rules, but I guess you need another reminder- hands up, Thomas", and then he grabbed something and there was some awful hissing sound in the air, and then he screamed, and screamed…
"Owww! Nooooo! Noooooo! Aaaaha, aaaah, hurts, huuuuuurts!"
"I told you the cane is worse than my hand", Gryffindor replied, seemingly unmoved, "now, every time you reach back, you will get the cane- so I would advise you to keep your hands to yourself."
"You…you bastard!", his face was completely soaked in snot, tears, and sweat, his hair was messy, and his backside burning, "I hate you; I hate all of this, you have no right…"
"Curse again and I will add another ten", Gryffindor's voice had gotten dark, "and if you keep acting like a naughty boy, I will put you in the corner after we are done here- and give you some time to think about your behavior."
The idea of standing in a corner like a little boy with a freshly spanked backside was horrific enough that Tom got silent almost immediately.
"Good boy- we'll keep going then."
Smack.
"Nine…"
Smack.
"Te…tennn."
And still twenty to go- I can't…
Smack.
"E…eleven."
Smack.
"Tw…elveee…"
This hurts. It hurts. I need this to stop, please stop…
"Good boy", Gryffindor stopped, "you are allowed to move."
And even though it was embarrassing, he immediately started to struggle- it did help with the pain, and it helped him to focus on something else than his burning backside.
"You are doing so well- and since this is your first time, maybe we don't have to do thirty, hmm?"
Ohgodyes!
"No, no, not thirty!", he blurted out, "I am sorry, I am so sorry…I am sorry, I'll be so good…"
"Tell me then- what have you learned today?"
Are you fucking serious?
He struggled again, and Gryffindor tightened his grip, "answer me, Thomas", and Tom heard the threat in his voice and whimpered, "I…I learned that…I…should have listened to you, and that…Dash is not tame yet…and that…I could have…gotten hurt."
"You could have gotten killed, Thomas", Gryffindor now sounded almost…crestfallen, so he knew he must be in some kind of delirium already.
"I…I am sorry", he did not know what else to say and Gryffindor sighed, "very well then- you'll get three more- no more breaks this time."
Smack.
"Thirteeeen!"
Smack.
"Four…teeeeeen!"
Smack.
"Fifteen! Fifteen! Fifteen!", he kept repeating the number, and then his head fell forward- he was completely and utterly exhausted.
"I know- that was a lot, hmm?", Gryffindor murmured, and then he carefully picked him up and pulled him on his lap, "shshsh…it's all over now…"
Tom did not respond, his brain was a blur of pain, and exhaustion, and shame, and he was tired…he was so tired…
So, he clung onto Gryffindor without thinking about it, and the Founder held him, just like he had held Sirius and Aurelius before- but spanking Tom had been a lot more draining, a lot more demanding, just as he had expected.
Tom was shivering now, a reaction from his body, telling him that he was drained, too- and most likely cold as well.
Gryffindor grabbed the blanket he kept in his office, and then he covered Tom with it. The boy was curled together like a ball on his lap, silently whimpering.
"Shshsh…you did so well, Tommy…such a good boy for me…I am so proud of you…so proud…"
But Tom had already fallen asleep and did not hear the last part- alas, alas…
"I still can't believe it."
Sirius sighed, "me neither…", he mumbled, staring at the sky. He and Colin had gone outside after talking to Neville, leaving the fourth grader with some made up story about where they had found the plant.
Thankfully, Neville had not pushed anymore, and had promised to keep their whole conversation private.
"Look at them", Colin pointed at a group of Hufflepuffs carrying posters that said: BREAK THE RECORD, AURELIUS! and: DESTROY THEM, AURELIUS!
"Idiots", Sirius muttered, "I wish they would know the truth about their precious little Aurelius- and his Quidditch abilities."
"Well, why don't we tell them? Anonymously, I mean. We could make flyers and…"
"They wouldn't believe us- they are too far gone with their Aurelius hype- everyone would think it's a dirty campaign from the Slytherins", Sirius replied bitterly, "no- we would have to show them somehow…"
"But how?"
Sirius kept staring at the sky above him, an idea forming in his head- a wicked, sly idea, "imagine Aurelius would not have his little helpers for the game tomorrow", he began, "imagine he has to play Quidditch without them…"
Colin laughed, "that would be hilarious! He would be humiliated in front of the whole school!"
"Exactly", Sirius was grinning, "and the more I think about it, the more I like the idea- I am going to sneak into the quarters again and steal all his plants- and then we will all see how shitty he will play tomorrow!"
"That's a great idea- but…"
"What?"
"Well, first of all, we don't know how long the plant's effect lasts- what if he takes one right now and it's good until tomorrow night? And also, if he sees tomorrow that he does not have any plants, he will simply make up some excuse not to play- and then get more, and he will investigate who stole his stuff."
Sirius groaned, "you're right…damn, I was getting excited for a second."
"There's still a way that the plan might work…", Colin said slowly, "it's actually quite simple- we swap the plants for some other plants that look and smell the same. That way, Aurelius won't notice until it is too late."
Sirius stared at him in awe, "that's brilliant!", he was grinning from ear to hear now, "and you know what? I know exactly where we can find plants like that- by Hagrid's Hut. They look almost exactly like Aurelius' plants."
"You're right!", Colin had already gotten up, "come on, let's go! We'll grab the plants, hide them in the dorm, and tomorrow, you will sneak into the quarters and swap them- and hopefully, he does need to take one more tomorrow."
Sirius got up as well, and they did it exactly as Colin had suggested. No one paid any attention to them when they snuck back into the dorms later, the plants hidden under their shirts.
After that, it was time for dinner- and they both managed to ignore Aurelius again, who was busy with his crowd of admiring fans anyways.
The next day, Saturday, was game day- most students were dressed in either Gryffindor or Slytherin fan attire, and since it was the first real game of the school year, the excitement and anticipation was enormous.
Sirius and Colin were excited too- for different reasons.
Ginny had completely forgotten to ask them to return the cloak, she was too busy helping her brothers to get ready for the big match, and that fact certainly came in handy for Sirius when he made his way to the quarters after breakfast.
Colin had helped him putting on the cloak and given him the plants, and he made it to the quarters before Aurelius got there and snuck into the rooms behind him again.
Aurelius seemed nervous, he went straight to the bathroom, and seconds later, Sirius could hear him puking his guts out.
He felt no sympathy for his fake brother, but instead, jumped at the opportunity and walked over to the desk.
He found the button, opened the cabinet and quickly swapped the plants in there with the plants from Hagrid's Hut. He closed the cabinet again, and walked silently over to the door. He did not want to leave before Aurelius had eaten the plants.
This time, his patience was sorely tried- Aurelius went to the kitchen to drink some water after he returned from the bathroom, and then he took a shower, changed into his Quidditch uniform and had some more water.
Sirius eyed the clock on the wall nervously. The game was going to start in two hours, what if he had really taken some of his drugs already?
It sure looked like it- because Aurelius still made no attempt to go to his desk, instead, he grabbed a book and sat on the couch.
Come on, go to the desk, go to the desk…
For the next hour, he was reading a book- a book about Quidditch tactics which Sirius observed smugly- and then finally, he got up and walked over to the desk.
He took some of his magical plants out without looking at them any further, and then- he stored them in his pocket, "can't be too early…", he mumbled, "who knows how long this is going to take…"
He is going to wait until right before the game because he does not know how long the game will be!
Sirius smiled, another idea already forming in his head. He knew from the tryouts where the players were going to stay until they went on the field- and the Seeker always stayed by himself for the last ten minutes to be able to concentrate.
I am going to make sure you concentrate alright today, big brother.
About ten minutes later, Aurelius left the quarters, with Sirius following quietly behind.
The ran into several groups of students, and everyone started to screech and shout when they saw Aurelius, and Sirius got more and more annoyed each time.
Just wait until you see your star Seeker play later- that will teach you to not worship this impostor any longer!
They made it to the loud and nosy changing rooms, and Sirius waited impatiently while Aurelius was talking to Fred and George Weasley- who were joking and smiling as usual together, but Sirius had spent enough time around Aurelius to be able to tell that his smile was forced.
He is nervous.
Finally, Aurelius went over to his private little room, a small changing room just for the Seeker. In here, it was quiet- and Sirius watched Aurelius lock the door behind him, and then he wasted no time and took the plants out off his pocket. He went to the bathroom, the plants in his hand, and came back carrying a glass of water.
Sirius watched gleefully as Aurelius swallowed both little pieces, and then he grinned triumphantly when Aurelius coughed right after, "what the…this does not taste right!"
Here. We. Go.
"Probably because it isn't right", Sirius announced smugly and dropped the cloak to the ground, enjoying the look of pure shock on Aurelius' face, "good to see you, big brother", he was smiling, "having some trouble there?"
"What…how did you get in here? How…did you get the cloak?"
"Well, I decided to follow your advice- I got the cloak with Ginny's help, and then I went to bring it to you, but when I saw your little plantation in your desk, I thought it could wait."
All color drained from Aurelius' face, and he looked just how he had looked when they had met Gryffindor- terrified, "what did you do?", his voice was hoarse, "what the hell did you do, Black?"
Sirius' smile got wider, "ask me nicely and maybe I'll tell you- after all, you are running out of time- they are all waiting for their star Seeker out there- what do you think they would say if they knew your dirty little secret?"
Aurelius stared at him, "you exchanged the plants", he finally said, sounding hollow, "that stuff I just took…"
"…is just some simple Mayflower Grass from Hagrid's Hut", Sirius finished his sentence smugly, "unfortunately, it does not have the same powers your little fraud flower does- so today, everyone will finally see the real Aurelius play Quidditch. I actually can't wait."
Aurelius pulled out his wand, "you little bastard", he had obviously gotten over his shock, "give me back my plants, right now."
"Or what? Are you going to make me kneel on a log again? Torture me? Kill me?", Sirius asked, acting braver than he actually felt, "I am not afraid of you anymore, you are nothing but an impostor- and the game's about to start, so…"
"What do you want?", Aurelius interrupted him, "just tell me what you want, Black- money? Your old life? I can talk to my father, he…"
"I am not interested in that."
"Then what do you want? I am sure you did not just come here to recite that little speech. I'll do…anything, just…give me back the plants. Please."
Sirius laughed, "look at that, you can actually say please- I am shocked. You know what I want? You on your knees begging would be a good start."
Aurelius paled, "you can't be serious."
"Kneel."
Aurelius did not move, so Sirius casually grabbed the cloak again, "your choice- enjoy the ga…"
"Wait. Wait…I…I'll do it", and then, the strong, tall, handsome, arrogant, and popular Aurelius knelt right in front of him, his hands held up begging, "please…please give me back the plants."
Sirius looked down at him, thoroughly enjoying the situation, "say: I was a naughty boy, and I deserve to be punished for the way I treated you."
He saw Aurelius stiffen, and he saw him balling his hands into fists, but he stayed silent.
"Say it- or I'll leave."
"I…I was a…naughty boy and…I deserve to be…punished for the way I treated you", Aurelius finally said, his voice low, and his face red with shame.
"Good boy- I am glad you are finally realizing you deserve to be punished", Sirius replied smoothly, getting ready to deliver his final blow, "and you know what? I know the perfect punishment for you- going out there now and showing everyone what a fraud you really are- good luck, Aurelius", and before the older boy could react, he had put the cloak back on- making it impossible for Aurelius to curse or grab him.
"No! No, don't go! You can't go, please, you don't understand, please, Sirius, please…", Aurelius was crying now, and the sound was music in Sirius' ears.
Serves you right, asshole.
And then, he unlocked the door and left- leaving Aurelius crying and begging after him.
Two minutes until the game starts- you won't get out of this, Aurelius- now it's time for you to face the consequences!
yeah...it's not over yet for Aurelius- he will suffer some more and there will be some CP in the next chapter.
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Antonie ;)