Puss in Boots
Title: Puss in Boots Annalise verse #106
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Annalise and Airilyn
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and spanking
Word count: 1225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for hogwartsvixxxen, whose request was Harry punishes Draco for giving Annalise ice cream when SHE was being punished.
Summary: Harry punishes Draco for giving Annalise ice cream when SHE was being punished.
While Draco took Airilyn to the children's mediwitch, Lila Geilenfeldt, for a checkup, it was Harry's task to keep an eye on Annalise. Harry was busy addressing the thank you notes from Annalise's recent birthday party when he suddenly realized the house was too quiet. He set his quill down with a sigh and went in search of his wayward poppet.
Harry found Annalise in the parlor. She was giggling as she slowly lowered Pixie, feet first, into one of Harry's boots. "Annalise!" Harry bellowed.
Annalise shrieked, and Pixie bolted. "Papa, you scared me!" cried Annalise.
"What are you doing, young lady?" Harry demanded in his best stern-father voice.
"Pixie and me were playing Puss in Boots," mumbled Annalise.
"That boot is part of my uniform," Harry said. "You have been told not to touch my Auror uniform, haven't you?"
"Yes, Papa."
"What do you think we should do about this?" asked Harry.
"Send me to my room?" Annalise suggested in a subdued whisper.
Harry nodded. "Very well. You go to your room," he said. "I'll let you know when you may come out again."
Annalise sidled past Harry and dashed up the steps to her room. Harry shook his head as he bent to retrieve his boot.
~*~
"Ms Lila says that Airilyn is developing and progressing normally," Draco reported when he returned home with the baby.
Harry held his arms out for his daughter. "Hi, snip," he greeted her. She responded with a toothless grin, and her little fists flailed when Harry cuddled her close.
"Where is Annalise?" asked Draco.
"She's been sent to her room," said Harry. "Why don't you go check on her? She has about fifteen minutes left in solitary confinement."
Draco nodded. "I'll go see what our princess is up to." He ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to Annalise's room. The door was slightly ajar, and Draco pushed it open and entered to find his daughter reading a book. "Papa says you got into trouble," he said. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"I was playing Puss in Boots with Pixie," Annalise replied.
"Why did Papa get angry?"
Annalise's lower lip wobbled. "We were playing with his Auror boot," she confessed.
"You know you aren't supposed to touch your Papa's uniform," said Draco.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Alright, princess," Draco said. "Papa says you need to stay in your room a little while longer, but I brought you a treat. He withdrew a small box from his pocket, restored it to normal size with his wand and removed the cooling charm before handing it to his daughter.
Annalise opened the box and gasped in surprise. "Ice cream!" she cried. "Chocolate peanut butter swirl!" Annalise picked up the plastic spoon and began to eat her treat.
A footfall outside the room announced Harry's arrival. "Annalise, you may..." his words trailed off as he stepped inside and beheld his daughter happily devouring her ice cream. "You may come out now," Harry said. "Why don't you take your ice cream to the kitchen?" As Annalise skipped out of her room, Harry sent a reproachful look at his husband. "You gave our daughter ice cream when she was meant to be punished." It wasn't a question.
Draco suppressed a shiver at Harry's tone.
Harry shifted Airilyn to his other shoulder and said, "You'll be getting punished later tonight."
~*~
Draco had put a sleeping Airilyn in her cot in the nursery, while Harry was tucking Annalise in and reading her a bedtime story. Draco used the extra time to prepare himself for his husband's return to their bedroom. He and Harry hadn't played rough since Draco had learned he was pregnant, and now he couldn't wait to bring that naughty element back into their sex life.
It took Harry longer to arrive than Draco had anticipated, but when his husband stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him, Draco knew what had kept him. Harry was wearing his official Auror uniform, from his dress robe and black breeches to the knee-high black boots that Draco so adored. Draco's pyjama bottoms were already tented, and his cock throbbed at the sight of Auror Potter.
Harry braced his booted feet apart and crossed his arms over his chest. "Mr Malfoy-Potter," he said, "you are accused of sneaking treats to a prisoner. How do you plead?"
"Guilty," blurted Draco. He should have dragged this game out longer, but he was ready to explode as it was.
Auror Potter raised his eyebrows. "Indeed?" he drawled. "You realize you must be punished, of course."
"Of course," nodded Draco. "I throw myself on your mercy."
Harry's lips twitched, but he held his stern expression. He crossed the room and sat in the chair that was situated in the corner of their room. "I believe a spanking is in order," he announced, patting his knee. "Assume the position."
Draco's breath hitched, and he meekly approached and settled himself across Harry's lap. A warm hand stroked Draco's bum through his pyjama bottoms before a thumb hooked in the back of his pyjamas and drew them down. He shivered as the cool air met his naked flesh. Draco didn't have long to savor the sensation. Harry's hand came down in a sharp swat, stinging Draco's left arse cheek. He yipped in surprise and bit his lip to stifle any further outbursts.
"If you wake the other prisoners, your punishment will be most severe," warned Harry. He slapped Draco's arse again, startling another squeak from his husband. Harry grinned and landed several more blows to Draco's backside. Once his husband's pale skin was pink and warm, Harry paused to give Draco's bum a squeeze. Draco bucked against Harry, rubbing his swollen cock against Harry's thigh.
"Sit up and ride me," Harry ordered.
Draco was swift to obey. He stood up on trembling legs and pushed his pyjamas down the rest of the way while Harry opened his trousers and withdrew his erect prick. Draco straddled his husband's lap, positioned Harry's cock, and sank down on him.
Both of them moaned.
Draco raised up and lowered himself again. "You call this punishment?" he sassed.
"I'll send you to the dungeons afterward," panted Harry.
"As long as you...take care of the other prisoners," Draco puffed.
"Who's the one being punished here?" groaned Harry.
Draco was incapable of responding. He continued to ride his husband's cock, bouncing on Harry's lap and stroking his own prick. His arse burned pleasantly, inside and out, and it didn't take long for Draco to climax. Harry's hands at Draco's waist prevented him from listing to the side as he quivered in the aftermath of his release.
Harry used his grip on Draco to shift him up and down until his own pleasure jetted forth, pulsing inside of Draco. Harry slumped back in the chair, and Draco wilted against him with a happy snuffle of fulfillment.
"Did you enjoy your punishment?" teased Harry.
"Mmmuch more than you'll enjoy yours," snickered Draco.
"Mine?" asked Harry. "What is my punishment?"
Draco raised his head and grinned. "You get to clean your uniform before you go to the Ministry tomorrow."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Annalise and Airilyn
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and spanking
Word count: 1225
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for hogwartsvixxxen, whose request was Harry punishes Draco for giving Annalise ice cream when SHE was being punished.
Summary: Harry punishes Draco for giving Annalise ice cream when SHE was being punished.
While Draco took Airilyn to the children's mediwitch, Lila Geilenfeldt, for a checkup, it was Harry's task to keep an eye on Annalise. Harry was busy addressing the thank you notes from Annalise's recent birthday party when he suddenly realized the house was too quiet. He set his quill down with a sigh and went in search of his wayward poppet.
Harry found Annalise in the parlor. She was giggling as she slowly lowered Pixie, feet first, into one of Harry's boots. "Annalise!" Harry bellowed.
Annalise shrieked, and Pixie bolted. "Papa, you scared me!" cried Annalise.
"What are you doing, young lady?" Harry demanded in his best stern-father voice.
"Pixie and me were playing Puss in Boots," mumbled Annalise.
"That boot is part of my uniform," Harry said. "You have been told not to touch my Auror uniform, haven't you?"
"Yes, Papa."
"What do you think we should do about this?" asked Harry.
"Send me to my room?" Annalise suggested in a subdued whisper.
Harry nodded. "Very well. You go to your room," he said. "I'll let you know when you may come out again."
Annalise sidled past Harry and dashed up the steps to her room. Harry shook his head as he bent to retrieve his boot.
~*~
"Ms Lila says that Airilyn is developing and progressing normally," Draco reported when he returned home with the baby.
Harry held his arms out for his daughter. "Hi, snip," he greeted her. She responded with a toothless grin, and her little fists flailed when Harry cuddled her close.
"Where is Annalise?" asked Draco.
"She's been sent to her room," said Harry. "Why don't you go check on her? She has about fifteen minutes left in solitary confinement."
Draco nodded. "I'll go see what our princess is up to." He ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to Annalise's room. The door was slightly ajar, and Draco pushed it open and entered to find his daughter reading a book. "Papa says you got into trouble," he said. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"
"I was playing Puss in Boots with Pixie," Annalise replied.
"Why did Papa get angry?"
Annalise's lower lip wobbled. "We were playing with his Auror boot," she confessed.
"You know you aren't supposed to touch your Papa's uniform," said Draco.
"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Alright, princess," Draco said. "Papa says you need to stay in your room a little while longer, but I brought you a treat. He withdrew a small box from his pocket, restored it to normal size with his wand and removed the cooling charm before handing it to his daughter.
Annalise opened the box and gasped in surprise. "Ice cream!" she cried. "Chocolate peanut butter swirl!" Annalise picked up the plastic spoon and began to eat her treat.
A footfall outside the room announced Harry's arrival. "Annalise, you may..." his words trailed off as he stepped inside and beheld his daughter happily devouring her ice cream. "You may come out now," Harry said. "Why don't you take your ice cream to the kitchen?" As Annalise skipped out of her room, Harry sent a reproachful look at his husband. "You gave our daughter ice cream when she was meant to be punished." It wasn't a question.
Draco suppressed a shiver at Harry's tone.
Harry shifted Airilyn to his other shoulder and said, "You'll be getting punished later tonight."
~*~
Draco had put a sleeping Airilyn in her cot in the nursery, while Harry was tucking Annalise in and reading her a bedtime story. Draco used the extra time to prepare himself for his husband's return to their bedroom. He and Harry hadn't played rough since Draco had learned he was pregnant, and now he couldn't wait to bring that naughty element back into their sex life.
It took Harry longer to arrive than Draco had anticipated, but when his husband stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind him, Draco knew what had kept him. Harry was wearing his official Auror uniform, from his dress robe and black breeches to the knee-high black boots that Draco so adored. Draco's pyjama bottoms were already tented, and his cock throbbed at the sight of Auror Potter.
Harry braced his booted feet apart and crossed his arms over his chest. "Mr Malfoy-Potter," he said, "you are accused of sneaking treats to a prisoner. How do you plead?"
"Guilty," blurted Draco. He should have dragged this game out longer, but he was ready to explode as it was.
Auror Potter raised his eyebrows. "Indeed?" he drawled. "You realize you must be punished, of course."
"Of course," nodded Draco. "I throw myself on your mercy."
Harry's lips twitched, but he held his stern expression. He crossed the room and sat in the chair that was situated in the corner of their room. "I believe a spanking is in order," he announced, patting his knee. "Assume the position."
Draco's breath hitched, and he meekly approached and settled himself across Harry's lap. A warm hand stroked Draco's bum through his pyjama bottoms before a thumb hooked in the back of his pyjamas and drew them down. He shivered as the cool air met his naked flesh. Draco didn't have long to savor the sensation. Harry's hand came down in a sharp swat, stinging Draco's left arse cheek. He yipped in surprise and bit his lip to stifle any further outbursts.
"If you wake the other prisoners, your punishment will be most severe," warned Harry. He slapped Draco's arse again, startling another squeak from his husband. Harry grinned and landed several more blows to Draco's backside. Once his husband's pale skin was pink and warm, Harry paused to give Draco's bum a squeeze. Draco bucked against Harry, rubbing his swollen cock against Harry's thigh.
"Sit up and ride me," Harry ordered.
Draco was swift to obey. He stood up on trembling legs and pushed his pyjamas down the rest of the way while Harry opened his trousers and withdrew his erect prick. Draco straddled his husband's lap, positioned Harry's cock, and sank down on him.
Both of them moaned.
Draco raised up and lowered himself again. "You call this punishment?" he sassed.
"I'll send you to the dungeons afterward," panted Harry.
"As long as you...take care of the other prisoners," Draco puffed.
"Who's the one being punished here?" groaned Harry.
Draco was incapable of responding. He continued to ride his husband's cock, bouncing on Harry's lap and stroking his own prick. His arse burned pleasantly, inside and out, and it didn't take long for Draco to climax. Harry's hands at Draco's waist prevented him from listing to the side as he quivered in the aftermath of his release.
Harry used his grip on Draco to shift him up and down until his own pleasure jetted forth, pulsing inside of Draco. Harry slumped back in the chair, and Draco wilted against him with a happy snuffle of fulfillment.
"Did you enjoy your punishment?" teased Harry.
"Mmmuch more than you'll enjoy yours," snickered Draco.
"Mine?" asked Harry. "What is my punishment?"
Draco raised his head and grinned. "You get to clean your uniform before you go to the Ministry tomorrow."