Dear lovely readers,
As always it took me forever to write the next chapter but I finally did it. As in the last chapters the content is heavily loaded with Corporal Punishment in detail. So since this is chapter three you should be aware of it.
English is still not my native language. I'm doing my best with rereading and checking for misspelling and grammar but I'm sure there is still plenty faulty. Please be lenient and inform me if you find anything. Thanks a lot.
Thank you all for commenting on the previous chapters.
@Silene-Ashikawa
Thank you a lot for the grammar correction. I think I did head you advice and changed it. But to make sure I will re read the previous chapters again soon. I'll try and round up the story soon. Hopefully I'm able to surprise you :-)It will be awhile so. Thanks again for taking the time to write a comment.
As with the warnings same applies to the character all JK Rowling. I don't own anything besides the added character.
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Luca was the first to wake up the next morning. Well before his dorm mates did. He had slept well through the night. The burning in his behind made him remember the events from last night. Shame for his stupidity taking over once more. How could he have thought to handle something like that on his own.
His father would roll over in his grave seeing how he shamed his family during his first month in Hogwarts. His uncle Hector would be mad and disappointed too. Taking him in even after his father was outcast by Lucas grandfather.
Nevertheless his dad had tried to raise and teach him some of the values his clan lived by. One was to always live up to your name and to not discredit your family. Luca knew, his father had missed his family and his country terrible. He never talked about it to his son. Overhearing his dad and his closest friends talking about it once. His dad was pained. Being rejected by his own father and therefore his clan had been hard on him.
He never tried to make peace with his family. Even after his father's father had passed away he didn't he think he would be welcomed back. Not after he left his clan behind for an American muggle that was way below his stand. Being a proud Scottish clans man he would never return, begging his brother to allow him back.
Barely three month later Luca's father had died due to an tragic accident. Luca was barely able to remember the first week after his fathers death. All the events being somewhat blurry. The funeral, the memorial service, being in the hands of the authorities till his uncle was able to take an international Portkey to go get him.
Laying eyes on Hector for the first time had been disturbing. Having the same looks and the same tall and muscular build then his dad had had. But his face was far more serious and with much sterner features. Nonetheless was he a kind man and smiled a lot like his brother used to.
Still there was a big difference between those two. His uncle being a much stricter and a harsher disciplinarian. His father had never used corporal punishment on him. Probably because he knew that his wife would not have approved of such methods.
When Luca arrived with his uncle at the old castle there were only about twenty of his cousins there. The older once being at Hogwarts since the first term had just started.
Besides the clans offsprings there were other uncles, aunts, relative and friends of the clan living around and in the castle as well as older cousins that already had left school. Most importantly was Maria the lairds loving and caring wife. The clans household also housed about 30 houseelves. In total that made close to one hundred people coming and going in and out of the castle. So different then his solitary life with only his dad around.
His uncle never made an difference between him and the other children. Never mentioned that he was the son of an unwanted, outcast brother of his. He treated his nieces, nephews, sons and daughters equally. As common the whole clan raised all the children together. Disciplining them was left to the parents so.
Being Lucas guardian his uncle was the one who would deal out punishment if he misbehaved. Luckily that only happened twice.
Luca struggled the first two month to settle into his new life. Everything was new and foreign and he was always so angry. Angry that his father had died and left him all alone. Angry because he never got to meet his mother. Angry because he had to leave his home and his friends. Angry because everything was just so unfair.
He had been short tempered and yelled and swore and threw tantrums. He had never expected to stay long at his uncles household. Thinking they would kick him out and leave him on his own like his parents had. Better to speed it up by showing them what an bad boy he was. His thinking had been completely messed up because of his feelings that he must be through and through despicable to deserve being left by both of his parents. He never expected his fathers brother to actually care and to not just toss him out when he was to much trouble.
Repeatedly the adults had told him off for his outbursts and warned him to stop. He didn't take them seriously.
The final straw was when he had thrown a bowl of porridge through the room in a fit of anger. Right when his uncle walked in. The warm mushy oats hit him right in the chest. There was utter silence not one of the twenty people around the table said a word. The children watching with wide eyes, knowing what was to come. The adults present wore disapproving frowning on such an unacceptable behavior.
With a wave of his wand the laird had made the mess disappear. Lucas anger all gone for the moment. Replaced by fear of the angry man. Just thinking about it made skin crawl. Hector had been so livid.
Only the low, even spoken „Follow me", was necessary to let him know he was in deep trouble. He was led to the imposing office that his guardian used for clan affairs.
„Stand in front of the desk, boy" his uncle had ordered in an dangerously quite tone, closing the door behind them. Directing an silencing spell on the door before walking behind his desk.
Luca did as he was told. He wasn't dim enough to disobey. But his anger had returned in full force at being ordered around like that. How dare his uncle. He was not his father after all.
He could hear the man taking a seat behind his desk and an drawer being opened and closed.
„Look up", Hector told him.
He slowly raised his eyes from the floor defiantly. Taking in the massive wooden desk before his eyes reached the desktop. There sat an old and well used heavy piece of leather that was split in two about half way of its length.
„Do you know what that is Luca", Hector had asked
„No", he answered angrily
„In an situation like that it is customary to show some respect to the once that hold authority over you and it would do you good to curb in that attitude of yours boy", came the stern rebuke.
„No", Luca had answered with as of much anger in his voice as before.
„No"? The Laird had asked with an raised eyebrow.
„You are not my father. I don't have to do anything you say" Luca had yell.
„You will find you are mistaken. I am your legal guardian and I am the one who is in charge. So unless you want to add to your punishment you will stop with your temper tantrum this instants", his uncle had said in that scary low but controlled tone.
But he was to far gone, his emotions and anger all over the place. That had made it impossible for him to get his anger back under control. So he stupidly had answered with an loud and clear „FUCK YOU"!
After that it had taken mere seconds for uncle Hector to get up and round on him. He was so fast that Luca didn't even had time to comprehend what happened.
One moment he had yelled and the next his upper body was pressed on top of the desk. His pants and briefs spelled around his ankles. His legs to short to reach the floor. Before he could move, the hand that had pressed him down between the shoulder blades shifted to his neck. Keeping him with an secure grip in position.
„No, stop you can't do that", he had yelled and started to struggle. Not that it had helped him. His guardian being lean and fit had held him in place easily.
„I do hear an unacceptable amount of no's and profanities coming out of your mouth, young man. I was quite lenient with you, given the circumstances. That will change now".
With that his guardian had lifted his arm and brought down the leather strap smartly on his behind.
The pain exploded on his bare bottom. Feeling like his backside was on fire. He had cried out in pain. His legs kicking wildly in the air. Tears had started immediately when the first blow came. His anger forgotten. Quickly two more times the sturdy leather had fallen on his throbbing cheeks. Luca had sobbed with each blow.
He had pleaded for his uncle to stop and thank Merlin he had.
„Are you capable of talking to me without that outrageous attitude of yours or do you need more reprimands"? Hector sternly had asked him.
"Yes, Sir. Please no more, Sir", Luca had answered in between sobs.
"Alright then get up, stand as before and leave your trousers and underwear as they are", the laird had ordered while letting go of him and walking around the table and sitting back down.
Luca had been slow to comply, his behind throbbing fiercely. Having his button down shirt touch his smarting rear had new tears welling up in his eyes. It had been so embarrassing too. Standing there with his naked punished ass. Luckily his long shirt had covered most of his front. Still he had his gaze fixed on the floor again. Too embarrassed to look up.
After a couple of minutes the tears had stopped and his breathing was back to normal. Luca knew that Hector had been studying him.
"Look up", the man had said with an slightly softer tone then before.
Knowing what to expect now Luca had obeyed immediately. Still he didn't look at his uncle but on the leather implement that was back on the table.
„Eyes on me. I want your full attention," Hector had mildly chided." He had waited till his nephew had looked at him before continuing.
„That is called a tawse. As you now know it has quite a bite to it even if it is not used full force. This particular one has been used for disciplining unruly children for a couple of hundred years by the clan chiefs. Lesser offenses or younger children may receive a spanking instead. Only if I'm in control of myself will I administer a punishment. Never will I do so in anger. Still, it is meant to hurt. To impress on you that you have been out of line. You are expected to learn from it. Do you understand?"
„Yes, Sir." Luca had whispered.
„If you truly do then swear words, out right disobedience and disregard for your elders should not be topics we need to discuss in the near future".
„My intention present was not to apply more then three lashes for your unacceptable conduct during the last weeks. Todays affair only being the crescendo of a series of disgraceful behavior. Unfortunately, before we could deal with it we had to deal with your defiance, disrespect and abysmal vocabulary first".
Listening to his guardian had made new tears well up in his eyes. His buttocks had been painfully tender, still. More on top of it scared him terrible. From observing his cousins during the past month he had realized how much leniency his guardian had shown him. He tried to plead with him anyway.
„Please don't use the tawse again, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I won't do it again", with shaking voice Luca had pleaded with his uncle.
„I believe you are sorry, lad. Nonetheless you have to understand that your behavior has consequences. Next year you will be attending Hogwarts together with your cousins. You are going to be a representative of the McLehan clan. A clan that is held in high regards in the wizarding world through out Britain. We are one of the most respected families and member of the Wizardgamot. Therefore you are expected to act in a certain, acceptable manner. Bringing disgrace to our name will reflect badly on you but also on the whole clan. It is, as your guardian and laird, my duty to teach you the values and standards we live by. So you can grow up to be an respectable member to our family and society. Throwing temper tantrums or being disrespectful to your elders is never acceptable. Do you understand that boy?"
„Yes, Sir," Luca had barely audible whispered his eyes downcast again.
The man had been watching him closely the whole time. After a few silent moments, during which his guardian had regarded him he had been ordered to look at the man again.
„Let's deal with your punishment. Three more strokes for your temperamental outbursts and disrespectful conduct towards your cousins and the member of your clan. After that we will consider the matter dealt with and start anew."
„Sir, please I'll be good. Don't do that," Luca had desperately pleaded. His backside still warm and smarting from his first encounter with the horrible tawse. Even before he had ushered those words, had he known they where for naught. The stern, unwavering expressions in his uncles crystal blue eyes had told him.
„Understandable as your promises are, you will not be successful in changing my mind. Bent over the desk again, please," Hector had instructed him sternly.
Realizing he didn't have a choice besides disobeying and that hadn't worked out to good for him earlier either. He had gotten in the position he had been told to.
His uncle had left his chair and had picked up the leather strap by then. Walking around the desk and standing to his left. He had been to small to reach the far side of the desk, so the man had put his hand between his shoulder blades to keep him in place.
Three swift lashes had him crying again. His uncle had applied one to his bottom, one upper tights and the last one to his sit spot. It had hurt terrible he had felt like his behind was burning up. The tears running down his face and clouding his vision.
The whole ordeal had only lastet mere seconds. After that the leather implement had vanished back in the desk drawer.
Hector had picked him up from the desk. Had cradled him to his chest and carried him to on of the couches in front of the fireplace that dominated the front part of his office. The man had been very careful sitting down with Luca. Keeping the pressure of the boys behind.
Luca buried his face in his guardians shirt. He had cried forever. It had felt like the floodgates had opened and all his grief, hurt, emotional distress had been washed away. His uncle had held him the whole time. Stroking his back. Telling him that how they had a clean slate now. How he understood that he had had a difficult time. That they would take care of him and he would never be alone again. How brave he was in taking on his new life.
At one point he had been so drained that he fell asleep, still in Hectors arms. He could still remember that this had been the first time he had felt protected and cared for since his whole life had been turned upside down.
When he woke up again he had been lying on his stomach on the couch. His pants and briefs back in place. He was covered in a warm blanket. The pain in his bottom had faded. It felt like a really bad sunburn. Sitting had not been an option until the next day. Similar to how he felt now after his trip over his housemasters knee the previous day.
Still blushing at the whole affair. Luca started his morning routine. Before stepping into the shower he looked at his sore behind in the mirror. There were five red parallel lines with one darker on his sitspot. That's were the ruler had fallen twice. Especially this mark felt hot to the touch and he winced when he touched it.
After he got back into his dormitory he found a note and a vile on his bedside table.
„Mr McLehan take the potion before morning assembly. It will help you to reduce the discomfort to an tolerable level. Professor S.Snape"
Surprised at the gesture he pocketed the vial. The young Slytherin checked his watch and realized he had 40 minutes before they were required to stand at the common room steps. Laying back down on his bed he started reading his transfiguration textbook. His thoughts wandering. Thinking of the rest of his punishment, how to avoid Potter and Weasley and how he could make things right with uncle Hector.
His thoughts being interrupted when the rest of the first year boys started to wake up one after another. Vincent Grabe and Gregory Goyle still fast asleep. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott the other three boys were all in the stage between showering and getting dressed. Exchanging barbs and friendly banter in between. Luca listend to them still pretending to be reading his book. He usually was ignored. The other five boys having known each other for years.
Finally Vincent and Gregory were made to get up by the other three boys yanking there pillows and covers away. Grumbling the two tallest students rolled out of bed. Under constant hollering they started for the adjoining bathroom. Ten minutes before they had to line up in the common room even they were dressed more or less acceptable.
„Come on Greg at least try to put on that tie correctly. You know Snape is going to round on you the second you step into the common room looking like that," Malfoy huffed.
„You know I never get it tied right," the other boy whined.
„Oh come on over here, I'll do it for you. But don't you tell our dearest head of house that you still can't do it properly." With that the blond boy started to undo the disgraceful excuse of an half Windsor.
Under the friendly jokes of the other three boys Draco made his friend presentable.
Vincent laughing," watch out Daddy D Draco is in the house".
„Your are one to make fun of Greg look at yourself. You are next in line for a dressing down if you don't straighten up. Oi McLehan give me a hand with those big great lumps. Seems like you are one of the only two persons in the room who know how to dress properly." Malfoy drawled.
Luca being completely perplexed that he has been spoken to looked up bewildered.
„Get a move on we don't have all day. And when you are done, you can tell us all what happened yesterday," the blond boy said with curiosity in his voice.
„Alright," the Scottish boy murmured.
After getting Vincent somewhat up to their head of houses standards, Luca vaguely told them what had happened the previous day. Leaving out the names of his tormentors and steering clear of the consequences he received. The other boys listend intently. Luca still feeling a little timid but was able to tell the whole thing without to much heating creeping up his cheeks.
„Wow blowing up Snape's storeroom that you even lived to tell the tale is amazing," Blaise said astonished.
„I bet he blistered your sorry behind for that", Vincent replied chuckling .
Blushing furiously Luca was safe from answering by Theodore Nott „We better get moving. Otherwise it will be all our buttocks in the line of fire".
With that the boys grabbed their stuff. Luca downing his potion and they hurried out the door.
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Hope you enjoyed the new chapter. If you like leave a review I would appreciate it.
I'm already working on the next chapter. But not sure if I can get it done before I'm finished with rehab and going back to my regular busy life. Have a great day all of you.