Author: Eriador117
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Annette
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warnings: D/s, crossdressing.
Beautiful in Blue
The gilt-edged invitation was propped up on the mantelpiece by a silver candlestick, as though it had pride of place or was serving as a reminder of the event in question: the Ministry of Magic Masquerade Ball. It was a reminder, all right. Every second that Harry spent on his knees staring at the thing only served to remind him how much he'd disappointed his Master and why he was now being punished.
The reason for Harry's punishment today? He hadn't told Severus about the invitation, expecting that the man wouldn't want to go to such an event. Severus had surprised him by insisting they both attend and reminding Harry that they were not to keep such things secret from one another.
Severus wasn't even in the house to oversee Harry's punishment this time and that hurt more than his aching knees. Harry missed him; he missed Severus so much it was like a hollow ache in his chest and stomach. Grimmauld Place seemed a lot quieter and a lot more depressing now that Harry had no one to share it with. The past week spent with his Master, in every room and in every conceivable position (and some that Harry had never conceived of even in his most fervent fantasies) seemed unreal, like something out of a dream.
Harry sighed, but didn't move from his position on the floor. He had his orders and he would obey them to the letter, no matter that Severus wasn't here to see it. Harry had the impression that Severus would know if Harry hadn't obeyed and he wouldn't need Occlumency to do it. The guilt would have been written on Harry's face for his Master to see. Harry was determined that this time he would do everything right, and maybe – if he was good – he might get a reward later.
Until six o'clock that evening, Harry was to remain kneeling on the floor and under no circumstances was he to touch the beribboned box that sat waiting on the coffee table until after he'd had his shower. At six on the dot, he was to have a light meal (one that Severus had already prepared and it was even now in the kitchen being kept warm with a heating charm), take a shower, use the same depilatory charm Harry had used before (his Master liked him smooth all over) and then, and only then, was he to open the box and wear whatever was inside it.
Harry's body shivered in anticipation; all he knew about the outfit was that it was a girl's outfit and this would be the first time Harry would wear women's clothing in public. His Master wanted to show him off and although Harry was nervous as to how other people might react; he couldn't deny that he felt excited too about wearing something so feminine in public. His best friends already knew that he sometimes liked to dress in female clothes, but it was the people who weren't his friends that Harry worried about.
As soon as the grandfather clock in the hall struck six, Harry pulled himself upright by leaning one arm on the coffee table and one arm on the sofa behind him. Pins and needles darted around his feet and lower legs as the blood flowed into them once more; he'd been kneeling for hours. Not only were his legs aching, but his back and shoulders were too from being in one position for so long. Harry dreaded to think how his body would be feeling if he hadn't been keeping up with his Quidditch training regime.
Heading off to the kitchen, he gulped down the small supper of soup and bread rolls before heading off for his shower. The shower took longer than the meal as Harry wanted to make extra sure he was clean for his Master later. Harry glared hard at the mirror as he tried unsuccessfully to tame his hair; it was still as wild as ever. After another fruitless comb through it, Harry pulled on a clean t-shirt and boxer shorts and headed back downstairs and to the box that hadn't been far from his mind all day.
Harry pulled apart the blue bow holding the box closed and then lifted up the lid; his heart thudding hard against his ribs as he did so. Underneath sheaves of white tissue paper was a pale blue, brushed velvet gown. It was in a medieval style with laces down the back and wide, flared sleeves. Both the sleeves and the neckline were trimmed with gold braiding and there was a gold girdle in the same braided style.
As Harry removed the dress, he realised it wasn't the only item in the box. There was another, light blue dress with spaghetti straps in silk; Harry guessed it was some sort of petticoat or under gown and he set it down beside the velvet gown on the sofa. Delving deeper beneath the tissue paper, he found a pair of white hold-up stockings with lace at the thighs and a heavy woollen cloak the same colour as the velvet gown. The cloak's hood was trimmed with white fur and instead of a clasp, as was normal with wizarding cloaks, this one was held together with white ribbons.
Wondering if the box was magically bigger than it seemed, Harry discovered a pair of low heeled blue court shoes in the bottom that he knew instinctively would fit him. Nothing his Master had ever given him had been the wrong size. Harry searched for a few minutes more, but it seemed the box had already yielded all its secrets. There were no underpants of any description, so Harry knew that meant he wasn't supposed to wear any. The thought sent a shiver of desire up and down his spine as he stared at his ensemble laid out on the sofa.
The outfit was beautiful and Harry sometimes wondered what he'd done to deserve a Master as wonderful as Severus and not only that, but someone who understood his need to dress up like a girl. Harry had no desire to become a girl: he loved his cock and the wonderful sensations Severus could wring from it, but he loved the girls' clothes and was glad that Severus seemed to like him in feminine clothes too. Severus didn't have to keep buying Harry all these gifts, Harry would still be with him regardless, but he couldn't deny Severus the pleasure of giving them to him. Every time Severus watched Harry opening one of his presents, it would have been difficult to say who had been more excited as the gifts were unwrapped.
Harry took a deep breath as he pulled off his t-shirt and yanked down his boxer shorts; it was time to get ready to meet his Master.
***
Severus stood by the new fountain in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic; a silver fountain depicting Harry Potter standing astride a pile of bodies, his wand held aloft in the air. Harry had never liked it; never liked the fact that it seemed to be celebrating death and Severus wished he'd chosen somewhere else to meet, but it was the first place he'd thought of.
A lot of the other guests were arriving, clad in their own costumes. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley made their way over to him. Ron was dressed as a cavalier and Miss Granger dressed in a seventeenth century styled red dress.
"A knight, Professor?" she asked as her eyes took in his costume. Severus hadn't gone for armour, it would have been far too hot and uncomfortable and he intended to enjoy his evening. His costume consisted of pretend chain-mail (really, it was very fine grey wool knitted to look like mail). Over this he wore a blue tabard which had an emblem of a raven on the front. If Miss Granger had looked even more closely, she might see that the raven's eyes were a very rare shade of green, a green that they would have recognised as the same shade as Harry's eyes.
Even as he was thinking it; Harry Apparated right next to the fountain, his eyes searching Severus' straightaway. When he wandered over to them and gave Severus a peck on the cheek, Ron Weasley nearly suffered from apoplexy. "Harry! You're wearing a dress! You can't be out in public wearing a dress!"
"Harry will wear whatever he is told to, isn't that right?" asked Severus, tilting Harry's chin up.
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."
Hermione Granger had caught on at once if her slightly widened eyes were anything to go by, but Ron Weasley was still on his high horse.
"You can't tell him what to do! He's not your student anymore!"
"But I am his Master," said Severus as Harry nodded his agreement.
"His what? Hermione! What's going on?"
"Come on, Ron. Let's make our way to the ballroom. We'll see you later," said Hermione as she dragged her companion off by taking hold of his arm and leading him away down the corridor.
"Twirl for me, Harry. Without the cloak," said Severus as he stared at the vision in front of him. It was as if Harry had been born to wear pretty clothes.
"Yes, Master," said Harry as he untied the ribbons holding his cloak closed. He hesitated a bit with it in his hands.
"I'll hold it for now," said Severus holding out his arms to get the cloak. Harry blushed a little as he twirled round, no doubt wondering if anyone else was paying attention to him and his attire.
"Beautiful," said Severus, as he'd known Harry would be. Harry flushed even pinker and hung his head. "Don't be embarrassed by compliments, Harry, for I only say them when I think they are deserved."
"I know, sir," replied Harry. "I'm just not used to them."
The ghosts of the Dursleys hung in the air between them for a few moments, before Severus Banished Harry's cloak to the cloakroom and placed his arm through Harry's as he walked them towards the ballroom. Severus guessed he probably didn't know half of what the Dursleys had done to his Harry, but what he'd seen in those disastrous Occlumency lessons was bad enough. He was determined to show Harry that he wasn't worthless and deserved the compliments he was given.
As both of them entered the ballroom arm in arm, all conversation suddenly ceased. Severus felt Harry tense beside him. Harry hated to be the centre of attention of any sort, and Severus knew how much courage it took for his Harry to be at this event, never mind wearing a dress.
"Breathe, Harry. Do not let them get to you."
The stares and the silence continued until Severus and Harry made their way to the table where Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had saved them a place. Once the two of them had settled in their seats, whispered conversations sprung up around them and Harry was close to panicking. Perhaps it had been too much to expect Harry to want to dress like a girl in public, but Severus had wanted to show him off.
He'd done that now, though. Harry had behaved admirably and Severus saw no reason to prolong his pet's anxiety. The way everyone was staring and whispering, Severus knew Harry would not enjoy this part of the evening at all. On the small stage, the string quartet started playing a waltz. "One dance, Harry. Then we may go home."
Harry's eyes brightened considerably. "Thank you, sir," Harry whispered, taking Severus' outstretched hand. Ron was looking as if he was practicing for the World Glaring Championships, but Harry had eyes only for Severus at the moment, something Severus was only too happy to encourage. Harry wasn't a great dancer, but Severus enjoyed the weight of the young man in his arms as they waltzed across the floor until the music finished. As it did so, Severus dipped Harry back and when he tugged him back up again, Harry was flushed, his eyes sparkling and a very evident arousal tenting the front of his gown. Severus hugged him close and Apparated them both back to Grimmauld Place.
"Go to the bedroom and kneel by the side of the bed," Severus ordered. "I will be with you in a moment."
"Yes, sir," Harry said, lifting his skirts to run up the stairs. Severus smiled to himself. Always so eager, his Harry.
***
Harry had not been told to undress, so he knelt down on the floor by the side of his bed still dressed in the fine velvet gown, so glad that they were not in public anymore. His face burned as he remembered all the stares and whispers at his attire. Perhaps Harry hadn't been ready to be out in public dressed like a woman after all. He took a deep breath. It was over. They were home now and Harry was alone with his Master. That was all he needed. His cock pressed against the front of his dress, but Harry made no move to touch it; he hadn't been given permission to touch yet.
Harry's breath hitched when he heard Severus' footsteps enter the room.
"Did you complete your punishment this afternoon, pet?" Severus asked, trailing a hand through his hair. Harry arched into the touch, he hadn't been forbidden to move.
"Yes, Master. Exactly like you ordered."
"Indeed? If my memory serves, you were to eat the meal I had prepared for you as well. But what do I find in the kitchen? A half bowl of soup left, as well as one of the bread rolls. You did not finish your meal."
Oh, fuck! It was true, Harry hadn't eaten everything.
"I'm sorry, Master. I meant to eat everything, but I was too nervous."
"That's as may be, but I will not have you skipping meals and starving yourself, is that clear? You will eat properly in future and I think you need a reminder. Lift up your skirts and lean over the bed. Six of the best should do it, don't you think?"
Harry heard a whistle of air as Severus tapped his hand with something. Oh, God! A cane! Severus had only ever spanked him with his hand before and Harry didn't know if he would be able to handle a cane. "Th-thank you, sir."
Harry tugged up his gown and the under-dress, leaving his bottom exposed to Severus' gaze and at the mercy of his cane. Harry bent over the bed and gripped the bedspread in his fists, tensing for the first blow.
"Call out the number after each stroke, pet."
"Yes, Master," Harry said, breathless as he waited for the first strike on his skin. How much was it going to hurt? He heard the whistle first as the cane came down hard across his buttock. His backside felt as if it was on fire and in his pain he almost forgot to call out the number. "O-one! One!"
"Again!" Severus brought the cane down and it struck in almost exactly the same place.
"T-two! Two!" Harry sniffled, knowing he was not going to be able to keep the tears at bay today.
The pain was continuing even after the strike had stopped. Harry was howling by number five, his voice hoarse with pain. As the cane came down for number six, Harry screamed the number and just wanted it to stop. "Please! No more! No more!" Harry begged.
"Ssh, pet. It's over. You were very brave, such a good boy."
Severus knelt down beside him and kissed away the tears that were still trickling down Harry's cheeks.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Harry sobbed and launched himself into his Master's arms, sobbing against his chest.
Severus stroked his hair and his back as Harry finally calmed. His arse was still stinging and he shifted restlessly as the material of his dress pressed against it.
"I know, pet, but you understand why I had to punish you?"
"Yes, sir. I broke our contract by not eating all of my meal. It's just – just sometimes I'm not really sure how much I should be eating."
"I know, Harry. That's why you have me to look after you. But you must do as I direct, because I do know what is right for you, where you do not. Accio salve." A small, squat jar flew into Severus' hands. "Undress for me, then lie face down on the bed."
Harry's hands shook; he was feeling too sore to be fucked tonight. "Ice Mice," Harry whispered, hiding his face at having to use his safeword.
"Harry? What's wrong? Don't you want to be healed?"
"What?" Harry squawked. "It's to heal me? I thought it was lube, I thought you wanted to fuck me even though I was sore."
Severus kissed him. "You thought I'd leave you in pain all night? And fuck you despite that pain?"
Harry couldn't answer and looked away.
"Harry, look at me. I may punish you, but I am not going to leave you in pain. The acceptance of your punishment is about the submission, not the pain; to know that you will submit to me. I don't get off on keeping you in pain, all right? There are people who do, but I am not one of them. I would rather have you writhing under my hands in pleasure than screaming in pain. A little pain can help with pleasure, but not if you're too uncomfortable to enjoy it. So, why don't you lie down and let me take care of you?"
"Thank you, sir." Harry stood up to remove his clothes and lie face down on the bed like he'd been told. He pillowed his head on his arms and almost as soon as he did so, he felt the bed dip as Severus knelt on it. Harry gasped as the cool gel soothed his heated skin. It was wonderful, just to lie here and be tended, and he found himself sighing every time Severus' hands smeared the gel in circles over his skin.
"That feels wonderful, Master," Harry groaned. His cock was getting hard again now that the pain had subsided. Not that it ever took much for it to rise when Severus touched him.
"Kneel up on the bed for me. I want to see you," said Severus. "I want to watch you."
Harry swallowed and did as he had been bidden, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest. "W-watch me, sir?"
"I've never seen you touch yourself in pleasure, Harry. I would like to."
Oh, Merlin!Harry's heart thudded against his ribs as he knelt up, his cock jutting out in front of him like an arrow. He was wobbling on the bed, unable to find a stable position.
"You may lean back on your haunches, Harry. I don't want you to fall."
"Yes, sir. Thank you," said Harry, his voice hoarse with desire as he did so. "Are – are you going to do it too?"
"Would you like me to?"
Harry nodded. "Please. It excites me. Seeing you. You're so big." Harry's breath was ragged as he remembered his Master's wonderful cock, his hand teasing along his own length. It wouldn't take him long to come. Not like this, with his Master staring so intently at him.
Severus summoned his wand and removed his costume with a spell so that he was completely naked to Harry's gaze. "Ohh," Harry moaned and licked his lips. "Sir? Can I taste you? Please?" Harry begged, realising he didn't only want just to watch Severus touch himself. Severus was half-hard already and Harry knew he would be able to arouse him fully if Severus would just let him lick and suck at his wonderful cock.
"You may." Severus leaned back against the footboard of the bed, his legs straight out in front of him. Harry wasted no time in settling between them and bending his head to the task before him. Oh, God, it was fantastic to have his Master's cock in his mouth once more! Harry loved it; loved the way it pulsed and swelled as if with its own heartbeat. "Keep touching yourself, Harry. I want to see you come too."
Harry's cock jerked at the words. Severus meant to come in his mouth tonight, then. He was getting a reward after all, for Harry loved the taste of his Master and to drink it right from him while Harry too was allowed to come, was a real treat. In fact, it was more than he could have hoped for. Harry licked and sucked at the head of Severus' cock, one hand curled around the base, the other wrapped around his own as he thrust his hips in time with his head.
Severus' hands gripped Harry's hair hard enough to make his eyes water; his Master was groaning and moaning as his cock seemed to get ever harder in Harry's mouth. Harry's own cock felt hot and heavy in his hands and his balls were aching with need. His lower belly was jolting wildly with every suck of Severus' cock and he knew he was going to come soon. He wanted to time his release with Severus spilling in his mouth. Harry speeded up his sucking, needing to taste him now.
"Harry!" Severus cried as he flooded Harry's mouth with his warm seed. Harry swallowed around it; his hand working frantically on his own cock and suddenly he was there too; jets of white heat spilling over his hand as his hips arched and bucked on the bed.
Even before Harry had quite finished coming; Severus had pulled out of his mouth and toppled Harry to the bed; kissing him passionately, desperately, their still pulsing cocks rubbing against each other until both of them were wrung dry.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," Harry moaned over and over once Severus had pulled away from the kiss. "That was... wow!" He grinned and leaned up to kiss his Master once more.
"I take it you enjoyed that, pet?" Severus asked, languidly stroking Harry's face.
Harry nodded eagerly, his grin seeming permanent for the moment.
Two floors below them the clock struck twelve.
"Happy New Year, Harry," Severus said, kissing him softly.
"It will be," said Harry. "I'm with you."
THE END
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发表于 2009-7-20 16:34
