Day 4 - Spanking

Day 4 - Spanking

The door to their shared home swung open with a sharp creak, and Harry stumbled inside, looking worse for wear. His clothes were torn, his face was smeared with grime, and there was a faint limp in his step. The mission had been brutal, far more dangerous than anyone had anticipated, and Harry's body bore the marks of it.

As he stepped inside, weary and worn, Harry expected to find Draco in their sitting room, waiting with a mixture of concern and anger. He wasn't wrong.

Draco stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his silver eyes sharp and unforgiving as they fixed on Harry's battered form. He was still in his perfectly pressed robes, looking as though he hadn't moved since Harry had left that morning. But the moment Draco's eyes met Harry's, there was no hiding the storm behind them.

"You're back," Draco said, his voice deceptively calm, but Harry could hear the dangerous edge to it, the fury lurking just beneath the surface.

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he limped further into the room. "Draco, I—"

"Don't," Draco snapped, cutting Harry off sharply. He took a step forward, his expression hard. "Don't you dare start with your excuses. I got the reports, Harry. Do you even understand how close you were to getting yourself killed?"

Harry winced, feeling a pang of guilt tighten in his chest. The mission had been dangerous, yes, but he'd done what needed to be done. Recklessness was sometimes part of the job, or at least that's what Harry always told himself. But the look in Draco's eyes made it clear that his husband wasn't going to let him get away with it this time.

"I had to do it," Harry muttered, his voice quiet, but he couldn't meet Draco's gaze. "There was no other way—"

"There's always another way," Draco interrupted, his voice rising with anger now. He closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, his hand grabbing Harry's chin and forcing him to look up. "You don't get to decide that throwing your life away is the solution, Harry. Not when you have me waiting for you. Not when you're my husband."

Harry's throat tightened, the weight of Draco's words sinking in. He hadn't thought of it like that—not in the heat of battle, when the only thing that mattered was saving the others, getting the job done. But now, standing in front of Draco, the full weight of his recklessness hit him.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, his voice strained. "I didn't mean—"

"You never mean to," Draco growled, his grip on Harry's chin tightening before he abruptly released him. "But you keep doing it. Over and over. And I won't stand by and watch you risk your life like that."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, guilt mingling with something else—something darker, more thrilling—as he watched Draco's anger flare. He could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy between them, and when Draco took a step back, his eyes narrowing, Harry knew what was coming next.

"You need to learn your lesson, Harry," Draco said softly, but there was steel in his voice. "And I'm going to make sure you do."

Harry's breath hitched, his heart racing as Draco's gaze darkened. "Draco—"

"Take off your clothes," Draco ordered, his voice low, commanding. "Now."

Harry blinked, his body tensing, but he didn't argue. He knew better than to push Draco when he was like this. Slowly, he began to undress, pulling off his tattered robes and dropping them to the floor. His shirt followed, revealing the bruises and cuts that marred his skin, the evidence of his recklessness laid bare.

Draco's eyes flicked over Harry's body, taking in the damage, but he didn't soften. If anything, his expression hardened further. "Turn around," he commanded. "And bend over the back of the sofa."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he complied, turning his back to Draco and bending over the edge of the sofa, his palms flat against the cushions, his body tense with anticipation. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but he trusted Draco—trusted him to handle this in a way only Draco could.

The sound of Draco moving behind him made Harry's breath quicken. He heard the rustle of Draco removing his own robes, the soft click of Draco retrieving something from a drawer. A second later, Harry felt the cool touch of Draco's hand on his lower back, sending a shiver through him.

"You were reckless," Draco said, his voice low and measured, his hand tracing the line of Harry's spine before settling on his hips. "And now, you're going to take your punishment."

Harry didn't respond, his throat tight with a mixture of guilt and anticipation. He braced himself, knowing what was coming, knowing he deserved it.

The first strike came quickly, Draco's hand coming down sharply on Harry's bare arse, the impact sending a jolt of heat through Harry's body. Harry gasped, his fingers gripping the sofa tighter, his body trembling with the force of the blow.

Another strike followed, and another, each one harder than the last. Draco's hand was firm, unforgiving, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Harry's arse burned with each strike, the heat spreading through him, mixing with the sharp sting of pain.

"You think you can just risk everything and get away with it?" Draco growled, his hand coming down again, harder this time. "You think I'll let you keep doing this?"

Harry groaned, his body jerking with the impact, his skin burning where Draco's hand landed. The sting radiated through his body, but he stayed where he was, bent over the back of the sofa, taking each strike. Each slap of Draco's hand made the heat intensify, and Harry could feel his arse growing redder, rawer with each punishing blow.

But Draco wasn't finished.

Another sharp slap landed, harder than before, and Harry gasped, his body tensing as the pain flared. His arse was burning now, the sting unbearable, and yet he couldn't stop the way his cock throbbed, the way his breath hitched with every hit.

"Look at you," Draco muttered darkly, his hand coming down again, his palm connecting with Harry's now-raw skin. "You like this, don't you? You like being punished for your reckless, stupid decisions."

Harry's head dropped, his fingers gripping the edge of the sofa so tightly that his knuckles were white. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, the pain mingling with the pleasure in a way that made his mind spin. He couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

Draco's hand came down again, another hard, punishing slap that made Harry moan, his body jerking forward. The pain was sharp now, unbearable, his arse throbbing with every hit, but Harry didn't ask him to stop. He knew this was what he deserved. He knew this was what Draco needed to do.

"You're mine," Draco growled, his voice low and dangerous as his hand came down again, harder still. "And I won't let you forget that. Not after what you pulled today."

Harry's breath hitched, his entire body trembling as Draco continued, each hit sending a fresh wave of heat and pain through him. His arse was raw now, the skin burning under Draco's hand, and Harry could feel the tears of frustration and arousal prickling at the corners of his eyes.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Draco stopped. His hand hovered over Harry's red, swollen arse, his fingers brushing over the hot, raw skin. Harry shuddered at the contact, his body still trembling, the pain so intense that it had left him breathless.

"Now," Draco murmured, his voice softer but no less commanding. "You're going to take me."

Harry's heart raced, a mixture of dread and anticipation flooding his chest. His arse was already so sore, so raw from the spanking, and the thought of Draco taking him like this—without relief, without any gentleness—made his stomach tighten with both fear and desire.

Draco's hands gripped Harry's hips, pulling him back slightly, positioning him just right. Harry's legs trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he braced himself against the back of the sofa, his palms flat on the cushions.

Draco pressed his cock against Harry's entrance, the tip teasing but firm. Harry bit his lip, his fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa as he felt Draco push forward, the pressure building, stretching him. The pain was immediate, sharp, as Draco slid inside him, the rawness of Harry's arse making every inch feel like fire.

"Fuck—" Harry gasped, his body tensing as Draco buried himself deeper inside. His arse throbbed with pain, the soreness from the spanking making it almost unbearable, but at the same time, the pleasure was overwhelming, the heat building in his core.

Draco groaned, his fingers digging into Harry's hips as he thrust forward, hard and unrelenting. "You're going to take all of me, Harry," Draco growled, his voice rough with desire. "And you're going to remember this the next time you think about putting yourself at risk."

Harry's breath hitched, his body trembling as Draco began to move, each thrust deep and rough, the friction sending sharp jolts of pain and pleasure through him. His arse burned with every movement, the rawness making every thrust feel sharper, more intense.

The pain was unbearable, but Harry couldn't stop himself from wanting more. His body arched into Draco's touch, his hips pushing back against Draco's thrusts, even though the soreness made him wince with every movement.

Draco's pace quickened, his hips slamming into Harry's swollen, reddened arse with a force that made Harry gasp, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts. The pain was almost too much, but the pleasure that came with it, the way Draco's cock filled him so completely, was enough to push Harry toward the edge.

"You deserve this," Draco growled, his hands gripping Harry's hips so tightly it left marks. "You deserve every bit of this for making me worry. For being so reckless."

Harry could barely respond, his body trembling violently with the intensity of it all. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers gripping the edge of the sofa as Draco fucked him hard and fast, each thrust sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his body.

The sting of the spanking was still there, a constant reminder of Draco's control, of the punishment he had taken, but now it only served to heighten the pleasure, making every thrust feel more intense, more raw.

"Draco—" Harry gasped, his voice breaking as he felt himself teetering on the edge, his cock throbbing with the need for release. "I—fuck, I can't—"

"You don't come until I say," Draco growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate as he chased his own release. "You're going to take everything I give you, and you're going to beg for it."

Harry's body shook, the pain and pleasure mingling together, overwhelming him. His arse burned, the soreness making every thrust feel like fire, but Draco's control over him, the way Draco took him so completely, made it impossible to hold back.

"Please—" Harry gasped, his voice trembling with desperation. "Please, Draco—I need—"

Draco's hand slid around Harry's waist, gripping his cock with rough, firm strokes. The sudden contact sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through Harry's body, and he moaned loudly, his hips bucking into Draco's hand.

"Come for me," Draco growled, his voice low and commanding as his hand moved faster, stroking Harry with a rough, unrelenting pace. "Now."

It was all Harry needed. With a loud, broken moan, his body tensed, his release slamming into him with a force that left him breathless. His cock pulsed in Draco's hand, his entire body trembling as the pleasure consumed him, leaving him shaking and spent.

Draco followed soon after, his grip on Harry's hips tightening as he thrust deep one final time, his release flooding inside Harry, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Harry's arse throbbed painfully, but the pleasure that lingered in his body made it all worth it.

Slowly, Draco pulled out, his hands still resting on Harry's hips, his breath ragged. Harry collapsed onto the sofa, his body spent, his skin still burning from the spanking, but his heart feeling lighter.

Draco leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Harry's neck, his voice softer now, full of tenderness. "I won't lose you, Harry," Draco whispered. "I can't."

Harry closed his eyes, his body still trembling, but the warmth of Draco's words filled him with a deep sense of comfort. "You won't," Harry whispered back, his voice hoarse. "I promise."