A Right Royal Spanking (Lucius/Harry, rated NC-17)
Title:A Right Royal Spanking
PairingLucius/Harry
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:spanking, bondage, no actual sex, and unbetaed
Word Count:2136
Prompt:There's nothing more British than a right royal spanking followed by a nice cup of tea. It helped build the Empire.
James Rigby, Wickford, Essex From here
Author's Notes:A very belated b-day pressie for fbowden. Happy really belated BDAY!
Lucius was bored. This was never a good thing. The last time he'd been this bored, well, let's just say that Severus wasn't able to walk properly for a week. Because when Lucius was bored, he got extremely inventive. And now he was bored, and no one was around. Which was a pity, as he'd just invented a new spell he was sure Severus would love. But no, Severus had to go off looking for the Horned Snacklecrump with his new girlfriend. Of course Severus didn't actually believe in the Horned whateveritwas, but apparently the Lovegood girl had talked him into it. Or the sex was phenomenal. He wasn't quite sure which and Severus had growled at him when he'd asked. And not in the fun way either. He sighed. Maybe Draco was doing something entertaining, or alternatively was available to do something. Just getting out of the house seemed like a really good idea. He wandered over to Draco's office and knocked on the door, then stuck his head in.
Draco was sitting at his desk, talking with the rather nice-looking man sitting across from him. They both looked up.
"Father, is there something you want?"
"I wanted to know if you were free. I'm bored."
Draco paled slightly. Things tended to get interesting when Father was bored, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
"Have you flooed Uncle Sev?"
"Off with that Lovegood chit."
"Oh. Father, this is Robert Spazo. Robert, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you, sir. I see the resemblance."
"You do? I always thought he looked more like his mother."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Father, I can't leave the manor right now. Pans is on bed rest, remember?"
Lucius sighed and leaned against the door. Robert looked him up and down. Older man, great sense of dress, married, but that didn't mean much, and had a male friend close enough for Draco to refer to him as uncle. His gaydar was going off, loudly.
"Draco, perhaps your father would like to join me at a club?"
"Robert, my father has never been in a club in his life."
"Actually Draco, Severus took me once. A disco, I think it was called. Men dressing up as women, very loud music, and extremely tight pants."
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Father, please stop telling me things that will scar me for life."
Lucius smirked.
"Well, um, this club isn't Draco's sort of thing, but it might be yours, unless I am much mistaken. I can guarantee tight pants, and possibly a complete lack of pants. And it's not a Muggle club. Strictly wizards only."
Draco raised an eyebrow. He'd never considered taking Father to that club. Or any club really. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Father could go find another like-minded man to amuse himself with, and it'd do him good to get out of the house.
"Father, you should go. It'd be an experience for you. And if you stay around here, I'm too busy to amuse you, and Pansy will probably throw things at you."
Lucius pondered for a moment, a very long moment. Draco decided to bring him out of his reverie.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go or not?"
"Do I need to change?"
Robert smiled.
"Nah, you'll stick out a bit, but I gather that's a common Malfoy trait."
"We prefer to think of it as not blending in with the plebs."
"Father, are you now using the royal we?"
"Yes, Draco, just to annoy you. In fact, your mother thinks the same thing."
"Fine, whatever. Just go off and have fun."
Lucius smiled.
"I plan to."
"Draco, I'll floo you tomorrow with the details of the contract, and I promise to take good care of Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you, Robert. Father, have fun."
Draco bent back to his papers as Lucius and Robert walked out of the room. He wondered vaguely if he should warn Father about what he was getting into, then decided against it. It was good for Father to have new experiences.
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Robert and Lucius walked down the long drive to the Manor gate. The wards were a bit stubborn about letting non-family members Apparate on the premises.
"So where are we going?"
"Black Tie night at the Missing Chalice."
Lucius glanced down at himself.
"Neither one of us is in formal dress."
"It's not that kind of a black tie."
Lucius looked confused. Robert decided it might be a good idea to explain.
"Ever tie someone up?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Robert realized he was blushing.
"Ever wear leather? Ever spank someone for their sexual gratification?"
Robert was blushing quite brightly now, and stammering a bit. Lucius decided to put him out of his misery.
"Perhaps."
Robert breathed a sigh of relief.
"I am aware of such activities, but it never occurred to me that there might be a place where such things are done in public."
"Well, they do at the Missing Chalice, but only on Black Tie night. It's once a week."
"So, you intend for me to..."
"Oh, no, you misunderstand. I thought you might enjoy the spectacle. I go to watch, not to participate."
"I just want to make sure I understand this. We're going to a club where men let other men tie them up and hit them."
"Yes. And some men wear masks, so they can't be recognized."
"Excellent. I love a challenge."
"Um, I don't think it's supposed to be a challenge."
"Mr. Spazo, how familiar are you with my background?"
"Draco didn't really talk about it. I know you were involved in the war somehow. And call me Robert."
"Robert, I spent a lot of time in my youth hanging out with people wearing masks. It's always an enjoyable challenge to figure out who's behind them, especially when they don't want you to find out."
"Oh. Are you any good at it?"
"At figuring out who they are? Yes. People tend to walk a certain way, use certain mannerisms, sound a certain way. It's very difficult to change that, because it's mostly things they aren't even aware they do. All you have to do is pay attention."
"Never thought about that, really."
"Most people don't."
"Um, so, there are some rules I should make you aware of. First, what happens at the Chalice stays there. Second, no sex. If you want to have sex, you need to make arrangements to do so off the premises. There are a few others, but they only apply if you're planning on participating."
Lucius nodded. They all made sense, and this could be very entertaining. They reached the gate, which opened for them.
"So where is this club?"
"I'll meet you at the Leaky Apparation point, and it's a short walk from there."
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Robert was a bit surprised at how well Lucius had taken to the Chalice. Within five minutes of entering, he'd been propositioned three times and turned all three of them down. He was now sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey, and watching. Just watching in a bored sort-of way.
"You know, if you're bored..."
"I am simply waiting for the right person. Set your mind at ease, Robert. While I'm not really used to seeing this done in public, I am used to seeing this sort of thing. And that fellow over there is beckoning to you. Feel free to go have fun. I can take care of myself."
Robert looked over, and saw one of his friends waving at him.
"You sure you'll be fine?"
"Yes, I am quite sure."
Robert nodded and walked over to his friend, leaving Lucius to his own devices.
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Harry was nervous. He'd been trying to come to Black Tie night for a long time, and tonight had finally managed to screw his courage to the sticking point. He was wearing a simple black mask, the style favored by bottoms at the club. He decided a drink would be a good idea, and wandered over to the bar. He had just started to sip his Firewhiskey when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"You, I think."
Harry turned around and realized that Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him. It had never occurred to him that either Malfoy would go in for this sort of thing. He swallowed and tried to cover his surprise.
"Me what?"
"I think you want me."
"A bit sure of yourself, aren't you, Malfoy?"
"It's a tragic flaw, this hubris of mine. And yet, when one is so rarely wrong..."
Harry noticed that Lucius' left hand was tracing patterns over the head of his cane. Suddenly images of being completely helpless, of having Lucius spank him while he pleaded for mercy, decided to pop into his head. They were remarkably stimulating. And what the hell, Lucius Malfoy had no idea who he was, so why not?
"Well, in this case you might be right. Paddle only, safe word is banana. And no breaking the skin."
Lucius smirked and bent his head to whisper in Harry's ear.
"You should see what I can do to a banana."
Harry blushed. Lucius smiled, and pulled Harry away from the bar.
"Private or public?"
"What?"
Lucius indicated one of the whipping posts set up throughout the club.
"Private or public?"
Harry gulped.
"I don't think I...."
"What's the matter, public a bit too overwhelming, or are you afraid of being alone with a Death Eater?"
"Public."
"As you wish."
Lucius led Harry to the post, and carefully tied him to it.
"Is that fine?"
Harry nodded. Then a horrible thought occurred to him.
"You have done this before, right?"
"Many times. I used to have a regular partner."
"What happened to him?"
"The best thing possible for him. He fell in love. Even if he refuses to admit it. And I will not discuss him further."
Harry took a deep breath and pressed his head against the post. He felt Lucius reach around and undo his trousers and boxers, exposing his arse to the room. It was humiliating and intoxicating and everything he wanted. He really should have done this years ago, but with the press and Ginny and the kids, there'd never been the time or the courage.He made a small noise of surprise as Lucius slapped his bare bottom. It stung a bit, but not badly.
"Good, you don't bruise easily."
And before Harry could parse that statement, he was smacked with the paddle. Again and again and again until his world narrowed to the paddle, his sore arse, and his extremely excited cock. It felt like hours till the paddle stopped, and then he realized that he'd never said the safe word, never asked Lucius to stop.
"Why?"
"Your skin's about had it. Any more and I'll spill blood. You did specify no skin-breaking."
Harry whined. He wanted more. So much more. He felt a cool hand press against his overheated forehead, followed shortly by an outer robe brushing his arse as Lucius reached up to untie him.
"If you want more, Harry, all you have to do is ask." Lucius whispered into Harry's ear as he untied him.
It took Harry a moment to realize that Lucius knew who he was, and then he had to fight down a rising tide of panic.
"How? Why? I'm not..."
"You are Harry James Potter, the Boy who lived and who apparently enjoys a bit of rough play now and again. Very much," Lucius whispered, cupping Harry's cock. "Now, I have absolutely no intention of telling anyone who you are, but I would like very much to shag you senseless. And then I want to rub ointment into those deliciously red buttocks of yours and make you come so hard that you'll be seeing stars for days."
Harry gulped. This was not how he'd thought the evening would go, but damn if what Lucius was offering didn't seem incredibly appealing.
"And I'd be safe?"
"Safe? Do you really want to be safe? I cannot promise safety, but I can promise that the only harm you will come to will be purely consensual. Come now, Mister Potter, you know what you want. Your secret is safe with me either way."
Harry pulled up his trousers and turned to look at Lucius.
"Fine. But only tonight, you hear."
Lucius nodded and took him by the hand. The Gryffindor said tonight now, but later he'd be begging for eternity. They always did.
PairingLucius/Harry
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:spanking, bondage, no actual sex, and unbetaed
Word Count:2136
Prompt:There's nothing more British than a right royal spanking followed by a nice cup of tea. It helped build the Empire.
James Rigby, Wickford, Essex From here
Author's Notes:A very belated b-day pressie for fbowden. Happy really belated BDAY!
Lucius was bored. This was never a good thing. The last time he'd been this bored, well, let's just say that Severus wasn't able to walk properly for a week. Because when Lucius was bored, he got extremely inventive. And now he was bored, and no one was around. Which was a pity, as he'd just invented a new spell he was sure Severus would love. But no, Severus had to go off looking for the Horned Snacklecrump with his new girlfriend. Of course Severus didn't actually believe in the Horned whateveritwas, but apparently the Lovegood girl had talked him into it. Or the sex was phenomenal. He wasn't quite sure which and Severus had growled at him when he'd asked. And not in the fun way either. He sighed. Maybe Draco was doing something entertaining, or alternatively was available to do something. Just getting out of the house seemed like a really good idea. He wandered over to Draco's office and knocked on the door, then stuck his head in.
Draco was sitting at his desk, talking with the rather nice-looking man sitting across from him. They both looked up.
"Father, is there something you want?"
"I wanted to know if you were free. I'm bored."
Draco paled slightly. Things tended to get interesting when Father was bored, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
"Have you flooed Uncle Sev?"
"Off with that Lovegood chit."
"Oh. Father, this is Robert Spazo. Robert, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you, sir. I see the resemblance."
"You do? I always thought he looked more like his mother."
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Father, I can't leave the manor right now. Pans is on bed rest, remember?"
Lucius sighed and leaned against the door. Robert looked him up and down. Older man, great sense of dress, married, but that didn't mean much, and had a male friend close enough for Draco to refer to him as uncle. His gaydar was going off, loudly.
"Draco, perhaps your father would like to join me at a club?"
"Robert, my father has never been in a club in his life."
"Actually Draco, Severus took me once. A disco, I think it was called. Men dressing up as women, very loud music, and extremely tight pants."
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Father, please stop telling me things that will scar me for life."
Lucius smirked.
"Well, um, this club isn't Draco's sort of thing, but it might be yours, unless I am much mistaken. I can guarantee tight pants, and possibly a complete lack of pants. And it's not a Muggle club. Strictly wizards only."
Draco raised an eyebrow. He'd never considered taking Father to that club. Or any club really. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Father could go find another like-minded man to amuse himself with, and it'd do him good to get out of the house.
"Father, you should go. It'd be an experience for you. And if you stay around here, I'm too busy to amuse you, and Pansy will probably throw things at you."
Lucius pondered for a moment, a very long moment. Draco decided to bring him out of his reverie.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go or not?"
"Do I need to change?"
Robert smiled.
"Nah, you'll stick out a bit, but I gather that's a common Malfoy trait."
"We prefer to think of it as not blending in with the plebs."
"Father, are you now using the royal we?"
"Yes, Draco, just to annoy you. In fact, your mother thinks the same thing."
"Fine, whatever. Just go off and have fun."
Lucius smiled.
"I plan to."
"Draco, I'll floo you tomorrow with the details of the contract, and I promise to take good care of Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you, Robert. Father, have fun."
Draco bent back to his papers as Lucius and Robert walked out of the room. He wondered vaguely if he should warn Father about what he was getting into, then decided against it. It was good for Father to have new experiences.
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Robert and Lucius walked down the long drive to the Manor gate. The wards were a bit stubborn about letting non-family members Apparate on the premises.
"So where are we going?"
"Black Tie night at the Missing Chalice."
Lucius glanced down at himself.
"Neither one of us is in formal dress."
"It's not that kind of a black tie."
Lucius looked confused. Robert decided it might be a good idea to explain.
"Ever tie someone up?"
Lucius raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Robert realized he was blushing.
"Ever wear leather? Ever spank someone for their sexual gratification?"
Robert was blushing quite brightly now, and stammering a bit. Lucius decided to put him out of his misery.
"Perhaps."
Robert breathed a sigh of relief.
"I am aware of such activities, but it never occurred to me that there might be a place where such things are done in public."
"Well, they do at the Missing Chalice, but only on Black Tie night. It's once a week."
"So, you intend for me to..."
"Oh, no, you misunderstand. I thought you might enjoy the spectacle. I go to watch, not to participate."
"I just want to make sure I understand this. We're going to a club where men let other men tie them up and hit them."
"Yes. And some men wear masks, so they can't be recognized."
"Excellent. I love a challenge."
"Um, I don't think it's supposed to be a challenge."
"Mr. Spazo, how familiar are you with my background?"
"Draco didn't really talk about it. I know you were involved in the war somehow. And call me Robert."
"Robert, I spent a lot of time in my youth hanging out with people wearing masks. It's always an enjoyable challenge to figure out who's behind them, especially when they don't want you to find out."
"Oh. Are you any good at it?"
"At figuring out who they are? Yes. People tend to walk a certain way, use certain mannerisms, sound a certain way. It's very difficult to change that, because it's mostly things they aren't even aware they do. All you have to do is pay attention."
"Never thought about that, really."
"Most people don't."
"Um, so, there are some rules I should make you aware of. First, what happens at the Chalice stays there. Second, no sex. If you want to have sex, you need to make arrangements to do so off the premises. There are a few others, but they only apply if you're planning on participating."
Lucius nodded. They all made sense, and this could be very entertaining. They reached the gate, which opened for them.
"So where is this club?"
"I'll meet you at the Leaky Apparation point, and it's a short walk from there."
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Robert was a bit surprised at how well Lucius had taken to the Chalice. Within five minutes of entering, he'd been propositioned three times and turned all three of them down. He was now sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey, and watching. Just watching in a bored sort-of way.
"You know, if you're bored..."
"I am simply waiting for the right person. Set your mind at ease, Robert. While I'm not really used to seeing this done in public, I am used to seeing this sort of thing. And that fellow over there is beckoning to you. Feel free to go have fun. I can take care of myself."
Robert looked over, and saw one of his friends waving at him.
"You sure you'll be fine?"
"Yes, I am quite sure."
Robert nodded and walked over to his friend, leaving Lucius to his own devices.
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Harry was nervous. He'd been trying to come to Black Tie night for a long time, and tonight had finally managed to screw his courage to the sticking point. He was wearing a simple black mask, the style favored by bottoms at the club. He decided a drink would be a good idea, and wandered over to the bar. He had just started to sip his Firewhiskey when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"You, I think."
Harry turned around and realized that Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him. It had never occurred to him that either Malfoy would go in for this sort of thing. He swallowed and tried to cover his surprise.
"Me what?"
"I think you want me."
"A bit sure of yourself, aren't you, Malfoy?"
"It's a tragic flaw, this hubris of mine. And yet, when one is so rarely wrong..."
Harry noticed that Lucius' left hand was tracing patterns over the head of his cane. Suddenly images of being completely helpless, of having Lucius spank him while he pleaded for mercy, decided to pop into his head. They were remarkably stimulating. And what the hell, Lucius Malfoy had no idea who he was, so why not?
"Well, in this case you might be right. Paddle only, safe word is banana. And no breaking the skin."
Lucius smirked and bent his head to whisper in Harry's ear.
"You should see what I can do to a banana."
Harry blushed. Lucius smiled, and pulled Harry away from the bar.
"Private or public?"
"What?"
Lucius indicated one of the whipping posts set up throughout the club.
"Private or public?"
Harry gulped.
"I don't think I...."
"What's the matter, public a bit too overwhelming, or are you afraid of being alone with a Death Eater?"
"Public."
"As you wish."
Lucius led Harry to the post, and carefully tied him to it.
"Is that fine?"
Harry nodded. Then a horrible thought occurred to him.
"You have done this before, right?"
"Many times. I used to have a regular partner."
"What happened to him?"
"The best thing possible for him. He fell in love. Even if he refuses to admit it. And I will not discuss him further."
Harry took a deep breath and pressed his head against the post. He felt Lucius reach around and undo his trousers and boxers, exposing his arse to the room. It was humiliating and intoxicating and everything he wanted. He really should have done this years ago, but with the press and Ginny and the kids, there'd never been the time or the courage.He made a small noise of surprise as Lucius slapped his bare bottom. It stung a bit, but not badly.
"Good, you don't bruise easily."
And before Harry could parse that statement, he was smacked with the paddle. Again and again and again until his world narrowed to the paddle, his sore arse, and his extremely excited cock. It felt like hours till the paddle stopped, and then he realized that he'd never said the safe word, never asked Lucius to stop.
"Why?"
"Your skin's about had it. Any more and I'll spill blood. You did specify no skin-breaking."
Harry whined. He wanted more. So much more. He felt a cool hand press against his overheated forehead, followed shortly by an outer robe brushing his arse as Lucius reached up to untie him.
"If you want more, Harry, all you have to do is ask." Lucius whispered into Harry's ear as he untied him.
It took Harry a moment to realize that Lucius knew who he was, and then he had to fight down a rising tide of panic.
"How? Why? I'm not..."
"You are Harry James Potter, the Boy who lived and who apparently enjoys a bit of rough play now and again. Very much," Lucius whispered, cupping Harry's cock. "Now, I have absolutely no intention of telling anyone who you are, but I would like very much to shag you senseless. And then I want to rub ointment into those deliciously red buttocks of yours and make you come so hard that you'll be seeing stars for days."
Harry gulped. This was not how he'd thought the evening would go, but damn if what Lucius was offering didn't seem incredibly appealing.
"And I'd be safe?"
"Safe? Do you really want to be safe? I cannot promise safety, but I can promise that the only harm you will come to will be purely consensual. Come now, Mister Potter, you know what you want. Your secret is safe with me either way."
Harry pulled up his trousers and turned to look at Lucius.
"Fine. But only tonight, you hear."
Lucius nodded and took him by the hand. The Gryffindor said tonight now, but later he'd be begging for eternity. They always did.