"That is what you call proper Pureblood behaviour Harry? You dared to interrupt my meeting when I ordered you to stay out of trouble?" He was angry… but I didn't care. I glared at Voldemort. What was I supposed to say? That it was Malfoy's fault? Because it was! It was!
"Your Death Eaters do worse and you know it!"
"They still take orders from their Lord."
"You're not my lord, Riddle!" I shouted at him, I turned around to walk into what was supposed to be my room but I was grabbed from the back of my dress robe and spun around quickly, so quickly I almost fell over.
"I am Lord Voldemort, you will address me with the proper respect."
"What? Is that step one of 'learning my place'? Fuck off Tom!" I used the name I knew he hated. Diary Riddle had taught me that. I had a sudden bitter taste in my mouth. I started spitting, trying to make it go away, turning from Riddle. He raised the spell, grabbing me by the back of my robe and dragged me into the room I was sleeping in. He took my robe off, throwing it onto the head board. He quickly had me over his lap, I struggled.
"What are you doing?!" I demanded, worried. I felt his hands moving to undo my jeans. I began wriggling, squirming. I knew exactly what he was doing, the sick bastard!
"There you go disrespecting me again Harry. Maybe this will help you. Last time this was over a stool, and about proving to your friends who you belong to. This time, it is about a lesson you are severely lacking in. Respect. You will respect me. If you refuse-" He smacked me and I jumped from shock. That had HURT! "-you will be punished. Do you understand Harry?" He asked too kindly for my liking. "You may not appreciate it right now, but I assure you one day you will be happy I did not let you get away with this behaviour." 'No, actually I'm quite sure I would have liked you to stop.' I thought bitterly.
Voldemort was an idiot if he thinks I'm going to take this lying down! I tried to think of a way out of this, out of his hold but Voldemort began the punishment, the first smack landing on my upturned bare bottom, aiming for my right cheek. The next smack was aimed at my left cheek. Voldemort continued the punishment before beginning to hit me harder, since I'd continued struggling. "Lie still and take what you have earned or I could easily summon a hair brush, I do not think you would be fond of it."
I stopped struggling at his threat. 'He can't treat me like I'm a bloody seven year old! I'm seventeen years old for crying out loud!' I started struggling again. 'Damn Tom Riddle! He doesn't have the right to do this! He's supposed to be my nemesis! Why do I live with him?' I felt a harder smack to my thigh and it took much effort for me not to cry out. I stopped once more. It was so painful but worse after that, for Voldemort began to smack every part of my bottom five times before moving on. I fought hard not to cry, I was able to keep from moving but I could still feel tears wanting to show. I cannot cry, I cannot let Voldemort win!
"Stop fighting me little boy, I have all the time in the world." Voldemort said, speeding up the tempo. "Now we are done with the warm up." 'You call that a warm up?!' I mentally begged Godric for help. "Now I will ask questions and you will answer, respectfully. Do you understand Harry?" I refused to answer but Voldemort smacked me lower, on my thighs, which got my attention. He wasn't taking no as an answer. I yelped before nodding. "I want a verbal answer little boy." I felt a hot surge of rage.
"Fine!" SMACK!
"With respect Harry." I kicked and threw a hand back to try to keep from any more smacking but he just pinned it behind my back before grabbing the other one as well. I wanted to moan in discomfort but staid silent, only giving an answer. The smacks continued on my bottom.
"Yes."
"Yes what Harry?" The anger subsided to make way for confusion.
"Yes sir?" All I got was him ruffling my hair. I glared at the bed, or as much as I could without losing concentration on not crying out at the pain he continuously delivered to my backside.
"Nice try. Say 'Yes my Lord.'"
"Never!" I shouted. Voldemort simply called out to one of the house elves.
"Todd, get me Harry's brush would you." … I don't think that's a good thing. I tried to refrain from showing any concern. Todd brought my brush as requested before Disapparating. I felt Voldemort strengthen his hold on my waist. I tried kicking to get off his lap before any more damage was done but it was futile. "Harry, I see the problem has gone on too long and I aim to help you, though I did not wish to have to use the brush." With that said it came swinging across my thighs and I jumped, almost crying out from the pain. He gave me at least ten whaps with it before I cried out again. Then Voldemort gave me a second chance. "Are you ready to cooperate now Harry?" I gulped. This 'don't let him win' thing is getting harder and harder.
"Yes!" I practically cried.
"Yes whom?"
"Yes m-my L-Lord." I replied, a single tear sliding down my face. I vigorously fought the other tears from falling.
"Good boy. What are you being punished for?"
"D-Disrespect. OWWW!" I squirmed a bit from the pain and Voldemort scooted me in closer to his stomach. I heard a pathetic whine come from me and hid my face in the blanket.
"Whom did you disrespect?"
"Y-You m-my L-Lord."
"How did you disrespect me?"
"C-Cursing. I-insults."
"An apology is in order, you think?"
"No!" I would never apologize to Tom until he earned it.
"Disobedience only furthers your punishment, Harry, I should have hoped you knew that." He said, scooting me forward after trapping my legs between his own before raising his knee.I didn't know what significance that action held but I knew it was bad for me. The brush quickly dealt blows to my sit spots and I couldn't stop myself from finally crying out in began to smack my sit spots with the brush. I began to cry, it burned. Voldemort did both sides, despite my howled protests. Eventually, Tom spoke again. "Ready to actually cooperate now?"
"Yes." I sobbed out, and he repeated his earlier question.
"Will you apologize? Your earlier behaviour was quite rude."
"I'm sorry for my behaviour." I wailed. I felt humiliated, embarrassed. Of course it'd happened earlier with everyone else watching but what Voldemort had said earlier was true. That spanking had only been to show them 'who I belong to'. It'd been much lighter than this one, not to mention less painful and this time it'd been a bare spanking. I froze when I felt my clothes righted and sat in the Dark Lord's lap. I was being allowed to cry on him? I didn't reject him, though I doubt he'd care if I did.
While I cried, Tom rubbed my back not saying a word. It took a few minutes before I calmed down enough. He stood me up before walking to the door. "I will let you stay up here and I will inform you of lunch." I watched him leave before sitting down, but jumping back up with a whimper and more tears. I didn't know how I was going to sit for meals.
(Voldemort POV)
I had just spanked Golden Boy. Of course the next part, the comforting part, I had gotten from Lucius. I had asked him how he disciplines Draco. So I had punished Harry and used Lucius' second part for Harry. It was punishment and it also helped me, he would think I cared or at least be confused and try to figure out why the 'evil' Dark Lord would comfort a crying seventeen year old. Getting Harry's trust would not be easy, but I had a start.