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A Sirius Punishment
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Chapter Three: A Sirius Punishment
At Sirius’s suggestion to return to his bedroom he shared with Ron, Harry nodded feeling stupid to be standing naked in front of Lupin and Sirius. And what was worse his bloody penis was erect! He pulled the boxers around his small waist, cupping his hands over his cock, trying to force it down. The boxers of course, had been removed, when the sadistic, sarcastic schoolmaster Severus Snape had removed them as he spanked Harry over his knee.
Harry, his head bent, went down the hall to the end where his bedroom was to wait for Sirius to comfort him. He entered the peaceful quiet of the room, and glanced tentatively at the canvas on the wall. Thankfully, it was empty. So Phineas Nigellus was not there to taunt him.
He tried sitting on the edge of the high bed, his trainers dangling, several inches above the floor. But it was too uncomfortable. His buttocks were still fiery hot. What was more, his scar was prickling again, probably because he had just had another Occlumency lesson, his connection with Voldemort always got worse after one.
So Harry removed his robes and threw them on top of the dressers with his boxers. He eased himself on the thin, crappy blankets, lying in the prone position. He listened expectantly, for Sirius to enter and hopefully bring something to smooth over the welts. As he did so, Harry rubbed his forehead. He was ready for Sirius to show his affections, he did not mind his godfather touching him, especially as Harry had gotten over it. Sirius had already seen him fully naked.
Ten minutes later, Sirius turned the metal doorknob and entered. He saw his godson’s head jerk up, and the intense, almond green eyes glancing at him hopefully, and Harry smiled.
Sirius’ chestnut brown eyes rolled, looking up at the cobwebbed ceiling and spoke in a memorized litany, “As Lupin told Molly everything that happened, she had to have something to say on it…. Molly says you are to go to bed immediately without supper as punishment for using foul language towards Severus Snape. She must remind you that this is Professor Snape, your Potions Master. As well as part of the Order of the Phoenix. And as she is as good as your mother, so she says, she must set it straight with you to respect your elders. Oh, and Molly would be up here to rebuke you herself, but she’s cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Everyone is eating right now. I scarped down my meal before…”
Harry frowned at these words, Molly Weasley had never directed her anger solely at him and at the same moment his stomach gurgled, as he was hungry. Yet he had to deal with this all the time at the Dursleys so Harry knew he could stick it out.
Sirius took a few steps away from the threshold, and aimed his wand at the window. The last rays of bright sunshine before dusk would start, disappeared. The blinds rolling down, and then the curtains closing from Sirius’s wand.
“Aren’t you going to tuck me in?!” Harry said, half-joking.
Sirius shook his shaggy head, irritably. “Molly reminded me how soft I am with you. But not today. As your godfather, it is my duty to discipline you. I’m going to be even harsher than old Snivellus was, Harry.”
Suddenly Sirius broke the notch of his belt free, exposing his hairy chest and the space between his legs, through his pasty green robes.
Harry jumped from his prone position instinctively. He did not wish to be belted, he had already been spanked, even if it wasn't very hard or very long. He backed away, crawling onto the pillows, frightened. Even Uncle Vernon had never belted his bottom or any part of his body, although he had gotten several forms of spankings from both Vernon and Petunia.
Sirius lunged forward, pulling his leather belt off and it sprung forward, and he raised it, making it resemble a snake rearing its head, about to strike.
“Sirius – Don’t! I’m your godson!”
“Exactly,” Sirius answered back, without a doubt he was right. He aimed his wand again, and his belt transfigured into a small whip. Sirius cracked it against the footboard and Harry stuttered, not loudly, “My father…James wouldn’t want you to whip me, Sirius!”
“Actually, we don’t know what he wanted, Harry. As he died, before I ever got around to asking if he would spank you. I figured I'd wait and see till you were out of infancy. You are very nearly a man, and it is time a father figure laid down the law. Snivellus’ sissy spanking doesn’t count.”
“Now…lay down on your stomach, or I swear I’ll put you up in chains for the lashings!” he growled lividly.
Harry pouted and then repositioned himself, moving back on his knees and then lowering himself, glancing at his scarred hand that said, “I must not tell lies” before all he could see were the crappy, thin blankets.
Sirius darted forward closer to the foot of the bed. Before he began he looked down, staring at the aesthetic sight of Harry’s two pink lobes wobbling. His conscience had doubts; James almost certainly would never have whipped Harry. Spanked him, almost certainly, but that would be all.
“I’m going to give you…let’s see…seventeen lashings. Do you know I was whipped by my father? It is something of a Pureblood tradition the father to whip his son in the Black family? As well as the Malfoys? Incest…yes also abounds in the inbreeding. Afterwards, I’m going to teach you some erotica, Harry.” Sirius had said it all bitterly, not like he was enjoying it. Rather, it seemed to be bringing back his own unhappy memories of his childhood living in Grimmauld Place.
He waited a moment, then raised the whip, bringing it down with a drawn-out hiss on Harry’s buttocks. Harry did not even shudder, but with the second one, on the exact spot he yelped.
On the third, he cried, “STOP! It hurts!”
Bur Sirius continued to whip Harry all seventeen strokes, from the edge of his back to the crevice between buttocks and thighs. Harry was actually screaming and crying, tears running down his face, sobbing.
Everyone else down below in the basement could make out Harry’s yelling. They figured he was just getting another spanking.
Sirius continued, his robes fully open, exposing his huge cock. With one hand he whipped the fifteen-year-old boy's bum, the other hand twitched towards his cock. Sirius rubbed his cock tenderly, masturbating all the way down his thighs, sighing with contentment. It made himself feel better, as he did not like whipping his godson.
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Chapter Three: A Sirius Punishment
At Sirius’s suggestion to return to his bedroom he shared with Ron, Harry nodded feeling stupid to be standing naked in front of Lupin and Sirius. And what was worse his bloody penis was erect! He pulled the boxers around his small waist, cupping his hands over his cock, trying to force it down. The boxers of course, had been removed, when the sadistic, sarcastic schoolmaster Severus Snape had removed them as he spanked Harry over his knee.
Harry, his head bent, went down the hall to the end where his bedroom was to wait for Sirius to comfort him. He entered the peaceful quiet of the room, and glanced tentatively at the canvas on the wall. Thankfully, it was empty. So Phineas Nigellus was not there to taunt him.
He tried sitting on the edge of the high bed, his trainers dangling, several inches above the floor. But it was too uncomfortable. His buttocks were still fiery hot. What was more, his scar was prickling again, probably because he had just had another Occlumency lesson, his connection with Voldemort always got worse after one.
So Harry removed his robes and threw them on top of the dressers with his boxers. He eased himself on the thin, crappy blankets, lying in the prone position. He listened expectantly, for Sirius to enter and hopefully bring something to smooth over the welts. As he did so, Harry rubbed his forehead. He was ready for Sirius to show his affections, he did not mind his godfather touching him, especially as Harry had gotten over it. Sirius had already seen him fully naked.
Ten minutes later, Sirius turned the metal doorknob and entered. He saw his godson’s head jerk up, and the intense, almond green eyes glancing at him hopefully, and Harry smiled.
Sirius’ chestnut brown eyes rolled, looking up at the cobwebbed ceiling and spoke in a memorized litany, “As Lupin told Molly everything that happened, she had to have something to say on it…. Molly says you are to go to bed immediately without supper as punishment for using foul language towards Severus Snape. She must remind you that this is Professor Snape, your Potions Master. As well as part of the Order of the Phoenix. And as she is as good as your mother, so she says, she must set it straight with you to respect your elders. Oh, and Molly would be up here to rebuke you herself, but she’s cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Everyone is eating right now. I scarped down my meal before…”
Harry frowned at these words, Molly Weasley had never directed her anger solely at him and at the same moment his stomach gurgled, as he was hungry. Yet he had to deal with this all the time at the Dursleys so Harry knew he could stick it out.
Sirius took a few steps away from the threshold, and aimed his wand at the window. The last rays of bright sunshine before dusk would start, disappeared. The blinds rolling down, and then the curtains closing from Sirius’s wand.
“Aren’t you going to tuck me in?!” Harry said, half-joking.
Sirius shook his shaggy head, irritably. “Molly reminded me how soft I am with you. But not today. As your godfather, it is my duty to discipline you. I’m going to be even harsher than old Snivellus was, Harry.”
Suddenly Sirius broke the notch of his belt free, exposing his hairy chest and the space between his legs, through his pasty green robes.
Harry jumped from his prone position instinctively. He did not wish to be belted, he had already been spanked, even if it wasn't very hard or very long. He backed away, crawling onto the pillows, frightened. Even Uncle Vernon had never belted his bottom or any part of his body, although he had gotten several forms of spankings from both Vernon and Petunia.
Sirius lunged forward, pulling his leather belt off and it sprung forward, and he raised it, making it resemble a snake rearing its head, about to strike.
“Sirius – Don’t! I’m your godson!”
“Exactly,” Sirius answered back, without a doubt he was right. He aimed his wand again, and his belt transfigured into a small whip. Sirius cracked it against the footboard and Harry stuttered, not loudly, “My father…James wouldn’t want you to whip me, Sirius!”
“Actually, we don’t know what he wanted, Harry. As he died, before I ever got around to asking if he would spank you. I figured I'd wait and see till you were out of infancy. You are very nearly a man, and it is time a father figure laid down the law. Snivellus’ sissy spanking doesn’t count.”
“Now…lay down on your stomach, or I swear I’ll put you up in chains for the lashings!” he growled lividly.
Harry pouted and then repositioned himself, moving back on his knees and then lowering himself, glancing at his scarred hand that said, “I must not tell lies” before all he could see were the crappy, thin blankets.
Sirius darted forward closer to the foot of the bed. Before he began he looked down, staring at the aesthetic sight of Harry’s two pink lobes wobbling. His conscience had doubts; James almost certainly would never have whipped Harry. Spanked him, almost certainly, but that would be all.
“I’m going to give you…let’s see…seventeen lashings. Do you know I was whipped by my father? It is something of a Pureblood tradition the father to whip his son in the Black family? As well as the Malfoys? Incest…yes also abounds in the inbreeding. Afterwards, I’m going to teach you some erotica, Harry.” Sirius had said it all bitterly, not like he was enjoying it. Rather, it seemed to be bringing back his own unhappy memories of his childhood living in Grimmauld Place.
He waited a moment, then raised the whip, bringing it down with a drawn-out hiss on Harry’s buttocks. Harry did not even shudder, but with the second one, on the exact spot he yelped.
On the third, he cried, “STOP! It hurts!”
Bur Sirius continued to whip Harry all seventeen strokes, from the edge of his back to the crevice between buttocks and thighs. Harry was actually screaming and crying, tears running down his face, sobbing.
Everyone else down below in the basement could make out Harry’s yelling. They figured he was just getting another spanking.
Sirius continued, his robes fully open, exposing his huge cock. With one hand he whipped the fifteen-year-old boy's bum, the other hand twitched towards his cock. Sirius rubbed his cock tenderly, masturbating all the way down his thighs, sighing with contentment. It made himself feel better, as he did not like whipping his godson.
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