The Malfoy Chronicles
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,887
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fear Forgotten
Holy shite, people. Lucius is about to tear him up some ass. Sit back and relax. This one's relatively short, but very satisfying...
Oh, and thanks for the reviews so far. They're great. Is it just cause I have good grammar? Is it a good story? Is it because even though i'm trying so hard to sound authentic, i'm still positively American? I'd love some feedback on that too...
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Draco began to actually tremble. “Dad….come on now….let’s be reasonable.” He said, his mouth going dry.
Lucius looked his son in the eyes. “Like you were reasonable with Draca?” he asked in a dangerously low voice.
He lowered Draco until his feet touched the ground. He then released Draco’s hands from the binding curse.
“You know the drill. Trousers down.” He said. Draco looked at his father. “Do I look like I’m playing with you, Draco?” he asked. Draco shook his head, and began to unfasten his pants. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. At his age, he was about to be caned by his father. He dropped trou, and then looked at his father. “Hmm. Even more amusing than your son’s…” he said, commenting on the unicorn boxers his son was wearing. “Drop them.” He said. Draco started to put up an argument, and Lucius raised his chin slightly, giving Draco a look that positively dared him to breathe a word of argument. Draco slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and shoved them down. His face reddened with humiliation at being bared like this in front of his father.
“Now, now, Draco. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I used to change your nappies, remember?” he reminded his son. “Now I’m going to release your feet, and you are going into a different position than I told that little ass hole son of yours. You’re going straight over the table. Got it?” he said. Draco gave a short nod, already thinking of a plan to get out of the room as soon as he was released. “And don’t try to Apparate. I have the room jinxed so that you can’t.” he added, watching his son’s face. Draco finally gave in. He was about to be caned, and there was really nothing he could do about it. He’d just dropped his pants, so he’d lost access to his wand. He couldn’t get it in time to outdraw his father, who already had his wand in his hand. He could risk physically trying to take his father, but once again he’d run into the problem of his father’s wand. He was fucked.
“Fine.” Draco said, his voice shaky. Lucius removed the binding spell from Draco’s feet, and then watched as his son moved into the humiliating position. Then with added horror Draco realized his father had put the binding spell on him again.
“An…added precaution.” His father said, seeing the look of fear on his son’s face. Lucius contemplated where to cast the first mark. Straight to the bottom wouldn’t get quite through to him. Too far above and it wouldn’t be as effective. So he opted to land a stripe on his son’s thigh’s, right between the bottom and where his knee bent. Lucius raised the cane, and he saw Draco’s eyes widen in a terror that had been reawakened in him from long ago.
The long thin piece of wood came down in a whistling rage, cracking on Draco’s legs. He didn’t shriek like his son had, but he yelped in agony. He’d forgotten how much this hurt.
“That was just a test drive…. Now. How many stripes do you deserve Draco?” he asked. “Let’s see. This is a revenge for Draca. She is five. Let’s start there. Oh, but wait. You’ve spoiled and elevated that little peon beyond the normal ranks. He’s seven. That makes twelve. You’ve been abusive to your mother probably since I left…nine years. That makes twenty-one. But your son took thirty-six, albeit from his own stupidity. I think at LEAST you should match his….. Let’s make it an even fourty….” He said. Draco’s eyes widened.
“Dad…no. Come on now….let’s talk about-” but he was cut off by the searing pain of his second stripe. He sucked in a pained breath. “Damn you!” he said. Lucius looked at him.
“I think I should add one for your impudence. Now we’re still at forty.” Lucius said. Draco said something under his breath. “What? Nothing? Good.” He added, and laid another stripe. Draco yelped again, unprepared for the sudden pain.
Then Lucius set into his task in earnest, laying the stripes on his son with a precision and force that he had long since forgot he owned. He strayed a little from the normal boundaries of caning, and left a few stripes closer to the backs of his knees, and farther up his back than he had done before. And by the time he had reached the end of Draco’s sentence, Draco was a crying wreck. He hadn’t seen Draco cry in years, and it actually just fueled his anger more to see the man cry. And man he was. A full grown man sobbing like a child.
Lucius delivered the last stripe with more force than the others. Draco looked at his father.
“That’s forty…please…let me up.” He sobbed. Lucius sneered at him.
“Pathetic. I should strip you of your title as heir. The bloodline can be continued through Abraxas, but the estates can be given to whomever I deem fit to hold them when I pass. And Draca is looking more promising by the day.” He said.
Draco was too out of it to register his father’s remark. Lucius released Draco from the second body bind he had put him in, and Draco all but collapsed. He pulled his boxers and trousers up even more gingerly than Abraxas had, because his wounds had been delivered with a firmer hand and in a greater range of places. But instead of running out of the room as Abraxas had, Draco walked slowly out of the room, not looking back at his father.
Once Draco was out of the room, Lucius dropped the cane. He buried his face into his hands, and sighed. “This is not the homecoming I had imagined. I’ve gone from one hell to another.” He said, and headed off for his room, forgetting he was supposed to talk to Draca.
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Review! How did you like reading about Draco getting his ass torn up in a way he had never imagined. Hmm...I wouldn't mind tearing that ass up, if you know what i mean......but that's a different story...
Did I mention Reviewing?
Oh, and thanks for the reviews so far. They're great. Is it just cause I have good grammar? Is it a good story? Is it because even though i'm trying so hard to sound authentic, i'm still positively American? I'd love some feedback on that too...
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Draco began to actually tremble. “Dad….come on now….let’s be reasonable.” He said, his mouth going dry.
Lucius looked his son in the eyes. “Like you were reasonable with Draca?” he asked in a dangerously low voice.
He lowered Draco until his feet touched the ground. He then released Draco’s hands from the binding curse.
“You know the drill. Trousers down.” He said. Draco looked at his father. “Do I look like I’m playing with you, Draco?” he asked. Draco shook his head, and began to unfasten his pants. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. At his age, he was about to be caned by his father. He dropped trou, and then looked at his father. “Hmm. Even more amusing than your son’s…” he said, commenting on the unicorn boxers his son was wearing. “Drop them.” He said. Draco started to put up an argument, and Lucius raised his chin slightly, giving Draco a look that positively dared him to breathe a word of argument. Draco slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and shoved them down. His face reddened with humiliation at being bared like this in front of his father.
“Now, now, Draco. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I used to change your nappies, remember?” he reminded his son. “Now I’m going to release your feet, and you are going into a different position than I told that little ass hole son of yours. You’re going straight over the table. Got it?” he said. Draco gave a short nod, already thinking of a plan to get out of the room as soon as he was released. “And don’t try to Apparate. I have the room jinxed so that you can’t.” he added, watching his son’s face. Draco finally gave in. He was about to be caned, and there was really nothing he could do about it. He’d just dropped his pants, so he’d lost access to his wand. He couldn’t get it in time to outdraw his father, who already had his wand in his hand. He could risk physically trying to take his father, but once again he’d run into the problem of his father’s wand. He was fucked.
“Fine.” Draco said, his voice shaky. Lucius removed the binding spell from Draco’s feet, and then watched as his son moved into the humiliating position. Then with added horror Draco realized his father had put the binding spell on him again.
“An…added precaution.” His father said, seeing the look of fear on his son’s face. Lucius contemplated where to cast the first mark. Straight to the bottom wouldn’t get quite through to him. Too far above and it wouldn’t be as effective. So he opted to land a stripe on his son’s thigh’s, right between the bottom and where his knee bent. Lucius raised the cane, and he saw Draco’s eyes widen in a terror that had been reawakened in him from long ago.
The long thin piece of wood came down in a whistling rage, cracking on Draco’s legs. He didn’t shriek like his son had, but he yelped in agony. He’d forgotten how much this hurt.
“That was just a test drive…. Now. How many stripes do you deserve Draco?” he asked. “Let’s see. This is a revenge for Draca. She is five. Let’s start there. Oh, but wait. You’ve spoiled and elevated that little peon beyond the normal ranks. He’s seven. That makes twelve. You’ve been abusive to your mother probably since I left…nine years. That makes twenty-one. But your son took thirty-six, albeit from his own stupidity. I think at LEAST you should match his….. Let’s make it an even fourty….” He said. Draco’s eyes widened.
“Dad…no. Come on now….let’s talk about-” but he was cut off by the searing pain of his second stripe. He sucked in a pained breath. “Damn you!” he said. Lucius looked at him.
“I think I should add one for your impudence. Now we’re still at forty.” Lucius said. Draco said something under his breath. “What? Nothing? Good.” He added, and laid another stripe. Draco yelped again, unprepared for the sudden pain.
Then Lucius set into his task in earnest, laying the stripes on his son with a precision and force that he had long since forgot he owned. He strayed a little from the normal boundaries of caning, and left a few stripes closer to the backs of his knees, and farther up his back than he had done before. And by the time he had reached the end of Draco’s sentence, Draco was a crying wreck. He hadn’t seen Draco cry in years, and it actually just fueled his anger more to see the man cry. And man he was. A full grown man sobbing like a child.
Lucius delivered the last stripe with more force than the others. Draco looked at his father.
“That’s forty…please…let me up.” He sobbed. Lucius sneered at him.
“Pathetic. I should strip you of your title as heir. The bloodline can be continued through Abraxas, but the estates can be given to whomever I deem fit to hold them when I pass. And Draca is looking more promising by the day.” He said.
Draco was too out of it to register his father’s remark. Lucius released Draco from the second body bind he had put him in, and Draco all but collapsed. He pulled his boxers and trousers up even more gingerly than Abraxas had, because his wounds had been delivered with a firmer hand and in a greater range of places. But instead of running out of the room as Abraxas had, Draco walked slowly out of the room, not looking back at his father.
Once Draco was out of the room, Lucius dropped the cane. He buried his face into his hands, and sighed. “This is not the homecoming I had imagined. I’ve gone from one hell to another.” He said, and headed off for his room, forgetting he was supposed to talk to Draca.
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Review! How did you like reading about Draco getting his ass torn up in a way he had never imagined. Hmm...I wouldn't mind tearing that ass up, if you know what i mean......but that's a different story...
Did I mention Reviewing?