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“That’s it.” Harry snapped at Louis’ sassy reply, “You can stop talking now.”
Louis rolled his eyes as his boss, they’re unusually close.. too close for it to be just a normal employee-boss relationship... “You can’t lose your shit at me and expect me not to lose mine. You’re acting like a selfish prick that thinks I have no life other than work! Can you stop being a narcissist asshole for once and-“
“I don’t need you to criticise me in what I do when YOU’RE the one working for me.” Harry argued back, “You’re overstepping your boundaries. Present yourself in an acceptable and tolerable manner, Louis. I will not tolerate disrespect from my staff.”
“Oh fuck off.” Louis said, obviously with every intention to aggravate his boss even more. “I’m your staff, not your slave, not your dog, I don’t have to listen to every command you say.” Louis walked round the director’s table so that he could face Harry directly, Harry still typing aggressively on his keyboard.
With a deep sigh, Harry turned his chair to Louis. “I’m busy, Louis. Whatever drama you want to stir up can wait, and I will not entertain you any further.”
“Excuse me?!” Louis raised his voice, “I’m stirring drama by standing up for myself?! I’m stirring drama by staying on longer than I should because you’re an incompetent asshole who can’t manage their work properly? I’m stirring up drama-“
“That’s it.” Harry snapped, he’s been too patient with this boy. He grabbed his two swinging hangs as they wildly gesture and conveyed how annoyed they are, held them tight and flipped Louis over his lap, face down, bum up, and hands pinned to his back.
“Holy shit, Harry! What the fuck are you-“ Harry laid the first smack down on his right cheek. “Harry!” Harry continued to spank the smaller boy, alternating between the cheeks with every smack. “W-what the FUCK!” Louis screamed, squirming as he tries to get out of the demon hold that Harry has on him. He kicks his legs and squirm in attempt to be let go, but Harry manages to lay every smack down painfully every single time.
“H-Harry” Louis stuttered, bum getting sorer and sorer by the minute, and his dick getting harder and harder by the minute. “H-Harry please. It-It hurts!” Harry merely smirked as he continued to lay harsh smacks down the boys covered bottom. After another 5 minutes of incessantly harsh spanking, Louis started sobbing. After yet another 5 minutes, the sobbing died to shy sniffs and whimpers. After the next 5 minutes, Louis laid limp against Harry’s lap, not daring to squirm or kick his legs, and only allowing himself to let out and occasional gasp or whimper at a particularly hard smack. He dare not move, or say a word about his erection, face red at the thought of Harry acknowledging how turned on he was for being disciplined.
Satisfied, Harry spoke again. “Naughty boy.” Harry smacked harshly on the boy’s thighs. “Naughty. Boy.”
Louis whimpered as Harry used his arms to spread his legs, caressing his thighs and rubbing his bum over his press pants. Louis gasped and his face heated up, wanting to ignore that he was aroused by this. “I won’t do it again sir.” He whimpered, wanting this ordeal to be over. Harry hummed thoughtfully at the comment. “Good.” He patted Louis’ bum gently and pushed his chair away from his desk, “Get your chair here, let’s continue on with work.” He said as he lifted Louis up from his lap.
Louis could merely bow his head and obey, ignoring his erection for the long night.