The Malfoy Chronicles

Oh snap! Lucius is about to go buck wild on somebody's butt.



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Lucius backed away from his son, allowing him room to get up. “You’re pathetic. Does it make you feel strong to strike women?” he asked, his voice low.



Draco was silent.



Lucius turned to Narcissa. “I want you to go to Draca. Explain to her what she is. But choose your words carefully.” He said. She nodded softly, and walked out of the room. Abraxas tried to get up and sneak out of the room behind her, but Lucius rounded on him. “You stay here. If you take another step to that door, I will personally flay the skin off of your backside.” He said. Abraxas froze. Lucius then turned again to Draco’s wife. “You, whatever your name is. Leave.” he said, and she gave an indignant huff.



“It’s Glinda.” She said, crossing her arms.



“I don’t care if your name is Bertie Botts. I want you out of this room now.” He hissed. She rolled her eyes and Apparated immediately.



Draco looked at his father. “What are you going to do?” he asked.



Lucius looked at him. “I don’t know yet. But something has to be done.” He said. “That boy is out of control. And so are you. So you have a Parselmouth for a daughter. That gives you no right to hit your mother. She is only looking out for the girl. Even Draca’s mother is shallow enough to stick up for that little demon. Draca has had no one except for your mother. And now me. I don’t care if you hate the little girl. You won’t hit her again.” He said icily.



“She’s my daughter, and I have a right to punish her.” Draco said.



“Draco. I’m a firm believer in punishment. I punished you when you did wrong. But I did NOT abuse you.” His father replied. “You’re ruining the life of a little girl who should be pampered rotten. You know as well as I do that blood Malfoy females are rare.” He said. “You should not take sides.” He added.



“Get up Draco.” He said. Draco stood slowly, his eyes on his father. A sort of emotionless veil had settled over Lucius’ face, and Draco was unable to read him. Lucius looked around the room, surveying the furniture. His eyes lighted on a small wooden table off against the opposite wall. Draco followed his father’s gaze, but saw nothing important about the table. “Draco, do you remember how I used to punish you when you were young?” he asked.



Draco was slightly confused. “Yes. The cane. Always the cane.” He said. And then he realized where this was going, and tried to bolt for the door. But Lucius’ lightning reflexes had him on the floor in a body bind before he could take three steps. “You ass! I won’t let you hit me! I’m not a child!” Draco cried, struggling against the curse. Lucius smiled.



“Wait here.” He said, and Apparated away. Draco struggled even harder against the curse. Then his eyes lit on Abraxas.



“Son! Come here! Help your father!” he said.



Abraxas laughed. “Puh-lease!” he said, and started to walk out of the door. But he gave a shriek of surprise as his grandfather appeared right in front of him.



“Any reason that you’re trying to leave? Do you not remember my threat? Well guess what? That little stunt just earned you a spot right beside your father.” He said. And Abraxas set up a racket. He called his grandfather every name in the book. But with a flick of his wand, Lucius silenced the boy. He held up his other hand, showing Draco and Abraxas what he had retrieved. It was the old cane that Lucius used on Draco as a boy. Draco’s eyes widened. With a flick of his wand, Lucius levitated Draco over to the wooden table across the room. He left him mid-air, and turned to his grandson. “I think I’ll deal with you first. You won’t want to be in the room when it truly begins.” He said.



He grabbed the boy by the arm, and led him to the table. He would have to make the boy stand, as he was too short to bend over the table as his father would have to.



“Trousers down.” He told Abraxas, who immediately grabbed the waist of his pants and shook his head defiantly. “You’re only adding stripes…” Lucius said. Abraxas looked at him, unable to speak. “I said down!” his grandfather barked, and the boy jumped. Abraxas began to tremble softly, but reached shaky hands down to the button of his pants. He unfastened his pants, and pushed them down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. “Charming…” Lucius said, observing the black boxers with giant yellow smiley faces. “Take those down too.” He said, and Abraxas’ eyes widened. But he didn’t want to test his grandfather. He lifted his shaky hands again, and gingerly pulled down his boxers too.



“Now turn to the table and rest your hands palm down on the surface.” His grandfather ordered, and Abraxas obeyed, placing his shaking hands on the table’s cool surface. “Now shuffle back slightly until you have to lean forward to keep your hands on the table.” And once again, Abraxas obeyed. “Feet apart.” Lucius added, and Abraxas adjusted.



Draco watched in silent horror as his father prepared to cane his son. He remembered the terror he felt each time his father had punished him. The man could positively knock the flesh off his bottom with the force of each blow. He hoped for his son’s and his own sake that being a bit older had weakened his blows.

Lucius gave a flick of his wand, and the silencing spell was lifted off of Abraxas. He immediately turned his face to his grandfather. “Please Grandfather…I won’t misbehave again…I-” but he was cut short by the crack of the cane on his unprotected bottom. He shrieked like a girl, and stood straight up, clasping his hands to his bottom.



Lucius growled dangerously. “How unbecoming. There will be none of that! Get your hands back on the table. I was going to be merciful and only give you ten stripes, but you’ve just royally pissed me off. I think twenty would do you good. And if you hop off the table again, I will NOT count the one delivered that caused the offense. Do you understand me?” He said. Abraxas was looking at his grandfather with sheer terror. Draco winced. By the sound of the cane his father had not lost any of his strength.



Abraxas once again returned his palms to the table, but this time his whole body was trembling. That one had shaken him terribly, and according to what he had gathered from his grandfather, he still had the twenty to go. Possibly more if he couldn’t resist hopping up again.



And he couldn’t. By the time his grandfather had actually finished the caning, he had almost doubled his total, landing himself at a whopping thirty-six stripes. He was a trembling, sobbing wreck.

“Get out of my sight. And learn how to scream like a boy…” his grandfather said. Abraxas pulled his pants and boxers up quickly, giving a strangled groan as the fabric passed over his bottom. And without even buttoning his pants he ran from the room.



And then Lucius turned to Draco. "Now, my boy, it's your turn."



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I think Abraxas got everything he deserved. But draco is going to be much worse.....much much worse.