SPANKSTERS PART 2 (Patreon)

WE LOVE A CHRISTMAS SPANKING! 

part 1 

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ii.

If someone would have told Harry that Y/N would be at the foot of his bed looking sheepish yet unreasonably alluring in reindeer ears, he probably would have laughed. 

Probably, until he sees it for himself. Harry hadn’t even known that they made skimpy little Christmas suits like this; the bra she wore was a deep brown color, the top of the cups that pressed to the round of her breast lined with a white, tufted fur, From where the two cups meet at the center, a harness blooms that straps around the length of her abdomen, stopping only at her hips where a skimpy pair of panties start same in color as her bra, with the same tufted white lining the waistband. Her bum swallows them in the back and there is just barely enough to cover her front. Atop her head, she wore a band with two fleece reindeer ears sprouting from the top, bells attached to the tops. 

Y/N is bashful and looking down at her body, “At first I thought it would be funny to dress up, to like - mess with you, yknow, but then I got it and I put it on and I think I got a size too small,” she shook her head before she continued to ramble, “And then I didn’t want you to think that I actually wanted ya to like think about fucking a reindeer or think of me as one. Originally I was g’na dress up like an elf so that you could be Santa and plow me, but that set sold out online.” Her fingers curl around the cup of the bra, heaving it upward with a little grunt and the furrow in her brow deepens, “N’you starin’ and not saying anything is not helping me feel any better at all.”

“M’sorry, Babe,” he murmurs, scooting from where he sat near the pillows to the end of the bed, “It’s hard to string thoughts together when your girl is standin’ in front of ya, looking so yummy.” 

“Yummy?” She repeats, starting forward, meeting him at the bed as he swings his legs off the mattress, “So it isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever seen?” Her eyes are skeptical of him, squinted and trained on his face. 

Harry reaches out, tucks his finger around the middle grip of the harness and gives her a sharp tug towards him so that he could more easily wrap his arms around her waist, “Oh, it’s abhorrent, Sweetheart, but you make it proper cute, don’t you?” Y/N grinned wide, letting her arms fall on his shoulders and slide around his neck as he pushes a chaste kiss to where is mouth reaches at the end of her sternum. A giggle leaves her brightly and Harry decided then that he wanted to ravish her in all ways possible. Though before he began to do so, he did have a few questions for her as he thumbs at the straps of the harness, running the pads of his fingers up and down the length of them. He tells her as much and she hummed her acknowledgment of the fact, encouraging him. “What’s making you so shy, hmm? You’re usually practically begging to take your clothes off for me.” 

In an effort to hide herself, Y/N tilted her gaze down but Harry lifts her chin with his forefinger and locks eyes with her. It was his silent way of telling her that she needed to answer him, and i f she were deep enough in that sweet little headspace she gets in, then she would be honest with him. Which, inevitably she was, scrunching up her nose some, “I don’t ever - I’ve never really dressed up like this fo’ you before. It's a once in a blue moon kinda thing that I even put on pretty underwear or a pretty bra for you, and I felt like - I dunno, I saw in a Cosmo you’d lose interest, which is stupid I know but I felt bad. Thought maybe I could give you a show but I don’t know how to like. . .how to feel comfortable in it.” 

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, pushing another kiss to her sternum as he shakes his head, “As delightful as these are and as hard as I am, y’know you get me without even trying,” he squeezes at her hips in a small, rapid little motion, near wear the harness dipping against her skin, “I could never lose interest in you. . .’specially when you look so cute all the time.” 

“Shut up,” she huffs timidly, “You’re just tryin’ to butter me up” 

Harry coos at her, dragging the pad of his thumb along the tufted white waistband, “Why would I need t’a butter you up, when I bet you’re already so wet for me?” 

He moves quickly then, yanking her down towards his lap and suppressing the grin that succumbs him at the squeal that leaves her mouth. Maneuvering her had always been incredibly easy, mostly because she is just so pliant to his touch, but it is made even easier with something to grip onto. He thinks they ought to incorporate this harness in bed far more often, as her belly lays pressed against his thighs and her bum is pushed out in the air towards him. Reaching down, he thumbs over the panties, dragging them to the side and feeling how slick she was just from a quick brush against her. “Naughty thing,” he hums, taking the tips of his fingers and tracing small circles at the very entrance of her hole. She moans a soft little sound that makes his cock throb and his heart thump, but he withdraws his hand and strokes his fingers clean against her bum. As much as he wanted to taste her, he knew his girl liked it a bit messy, with both his and her juices. She likes when things are so positively filthy they have no choice but to shower after. 

And he intends on accommodating her wishes wholeheartedly. 

“You shouldn’t feel any way but comfortable in anything you wear, for me or not,” he strokes the smooth skin of her bottom, slipping his finger beneath the string between her cheeks and dragging them down and away from her cunt momentarily, just so she could feel how wet she was snap back against her, “Though I will say, you look delicious - like a little Christmas treat. But y’know what the best part about this get-up?” Y/N hums, pressing her bum back against his palm where it rests idly, “By the end of the night, they won’t be on anymore.” 

She giggles, muffled by her face pressed into the mattress but she tilts her cheek up to question him, “You like the harness-y bit though, right Daddy? I thought you might like it best.” 

He sighed contently, “You know me so well, don’t you baby?” His hands slid up to the harness, where it’s strapped around her back and he pulls on it gently but with no intention to move her anywhere, “Just how I know that this is your favorite spot, innit? Stretched out across my lap?” 

Harry remembers the very first time Y/N was in a position like this for him. Minus the harness and the little jingle bells every time she shuffles, it was a day tepid in weather compared to this one. It was about May when the breeze had finally carried enough of a warmth with it that you wouldn’t be shivering without a jacket. Y/N had decided of all days to wear a floaty little sundress, she would the day they both attended a barbeque party Jeff was throwing for close friends. Every gust of wind blew it up, billowing it around her thighs, threatening to show off the soft, cotton lavender-colored underwear he very clearly remembered seeing this morning as he crawled out of bed that morning. It was not often that she woke up before him, but he recalled after a brief moment of contemplation on why she would be up at 8 AM, that she had expressed her nerves the night prior. 

No matter how many times Harry told her that they all loved her, Y/N would never let it sink in her brain. Of course, there were plenty of Jeff’s friends who were outside the glitzy realm of Hollywood, but there were plenty who weren’t either, and somehow Y/N always managed to get caught up in conversation with them. And she thought they were nice enough, but she hated it - it made her feel inadequate, she had once told him. 

“S’like, the lot of you are wearing Swarovski crystals on your ear lobes and I still get excited when the socks at Target go on sale. Those are two different playing fields.”

It was a shame because she was always far to caught up in her head to realize that everyone adored her. If Y/N was in a group, you could bet there would be laughter, and it was something Harry liked observing. He would swell with a weird sense of pride because that was his girl. His girl was funny and lovely and sweet and he was the one who got to get in the car with her after, run through a greasy fast-food drive-thru, take off their clothes as soon as they step into the door and flop into bed with one another. If you asked him when Y/N left, the party left but he got to take the party with him. 

So it had been one of those days, though he could tell that Y/N was a little more withdrawn than usual and he doesn’t realize it at first but does come to terms with the fact that she is merely being withdrawn towards him. Not anyone else - not even Jeff, who she tended to get a little nervous around still. She would barely twitch a smile in his direction, and it made his heartache. 

After he had watched her look to see that he was calling and blatantly ignoring it as she sat on the couch speaking to nobody in particular, that he went over to her, beckoned her to Jeff’s guest room on the second floor, and demanded to know what was wrong. He couldn’t handle it; the thought of her being irritated with him drove him absolutely mad because Y/N was not the type to get irritated. She was incredibly patient and straight-forth with how she was feeling in certain situations so that before it could bud into something that would piss her off, they could nip it. If she was pissed, she normally had a damn good reason to be, but Harry could not figure out what he might have done within the span of a few hours to get under her skin. 

To be fair, she had been a little put off at the beginning but Harry had attributed that to a combination of her usual nerves and being tired from a night of tossing and turning (that had finally been satiated around 3 AM when Harry finally woke up a little to drag her into his body and cuddle her until she calmed down). Had he known it was something different he would have made an effort to fix it prior, but he hadn’t. So he clipped the door shut and turned to face her, his own features stern, and he knows all he has to do is ask - it’s always been that easy with her “What’s wrong, Babe? Why’re you so grumpy today? Have I done something?”

Then she’s staring at him, her face tipping downward in a small pout, “I —“ she huffs, sighing softly, knuckling at her eye sadly, before opening her mouth and letting all of her worries flow from her lips like water, as it always does when he asks, “I -- it’s just. . . it’s been a shit day, hasn’t it been? I just don’t like how I look in this, and I feel out of place, and you know. . .she is here, and like I don’t care of course, and you guys are friends and I’m fine with that! I am, but -- but like, it just sucks, doesn’t it? For me, because this is like your “scene” and this is her “scene” and I just. . .I’m not -- I don’t fit into it. And I see you lot together, and you just work the crowd so well, and I. . .I just can’t compete with that, y’know? And it makes me -- oh, fuck me, don’ make me say it.” She’s shaking her head quickly, eyes filling with frustrated tears and Harry’s heart raced as he attempted to decode what she had thrown at him so quickly until it all finally settled into place. 

The “her” Y/N was alluding towards was Harry’s ex and the fact that she and Harry come from the same sphere of socializing in LA while Y/N still felt inadequate in her abilities left her feeling -- well, even more inadequate. It was a surprise to him that his ex was there as well but he had not even thought anything of it; he hadn’t thought of how it might make Y/N feel. The two of them had never been in such close proximity to one another for one thing, and at the time, he and Y/N had not yet officially determined what they were exactly. They were the best of friends, who cuddled, and kissed, and fucked - they cried together, drooled on each other, burped and giggled, peed while the other brushed their teeth. They were something but at the time, they had not wanted to label it. Labels made things too complicated. 

But Harry places himself in her shoes, and how he might feel if he were with Y/N at something one of her friends was throwing, and her ex had decided to come around. How it might feel that the person she had such huge feelings for, that when they split it had hurt her so deeply the thought of being in another relationship was terrifying. If he had already felt inept and out of place. 

He would feel terrible, dreadful, and downright jealous -- but that last bit is just because he’s the jealous type, isn’t he?

So he had cradled her face in his hands, smeared their lips together just for a moment before parting and looking directly into her eyes, holding her gaze as he spoke, “You’re perfect,” he told her, shaking his head, “In every way you’re perfect. You do so well, you work the crowd in your own way and they all enjoy you so much but you just never see it. Y’know they ask for you when you’re not around? Your arrival is anticipated heavily and when I tell them you’ve got something else to do, they frown - make me feel like chopped liver, honestly.” A small smile tickles the corner of her mouth, a light giggle leaving her mouth and it makes him smile in return, “Me n’ her only work the crowd so well, ‘cos we’re avoiding one another like the plague - you can’t see it? We make friendly so there is no talk about it, and then we go about our business. Hell, I was so concerned about what was making you avoid me that I barely greeted her.” 

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs gently, “I just get so caught up in my head, Daddy.” 

He understood what headspace she was now in after the word had left her mouth, “I know baby doll, you just gotta tell me when you do. We promised each other, didn’t we?” She nods slowly and Harry gives a peckish kiss to the tip of her nose, “And y’know what happens when you break a promise, huh lovely?” 

It had been something they discussed a week or so ago, about incorporating a different act into their punishments with one another. Spanking had been something Y/N wanted to try it and Harry wanted to try anything that Y/N wanted to try. This would be a way of relief for both of them; hopefully, it would ground her to the moment, break her out of this negative headspace. She would be punished for not telling him she was upset, he would remind her that she was his good girl, and they would go back down to the party as nothing had happened. 

So that is exactly what they did and they both found out that spanking was quite nice, for both pleasure and punishment. 

Which is why they were here now, Y/N stretched out across his lap, only this time it was not for punishment so much. Though she liked being in this position no matter the reasoning; she felt safe and warm and cared for. Harry reckons that she gets twice as wet as she starts out once she’s got her tummy to his thighs. He keeps one hand fiddling with the straps of her harness as he brings the other back, not warning her as he swung his palm down. The contact it makes with her bum makes his hand sting and he watches as the skin moves and her body jolts, but he keeps her steady by gripping hard on the harness. She gasps, loud as her fingers grip onto the sheets below her, “Oh!” she cries out, “You didn’t warn me!” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” He snaps his hand against her again mid-sentence, and she squeaks, attempting to shuffle away from him but going nowhere. Harry tuts his tongue, “None of that, precious thing, you take ‘em like a good girl and I’ll give you a treat.” 

She whimpers, pushing her bum into his palm, where he rubs the stinging skin soothingly, “You spank so hard.” Her voice is whiny and it sends goosebumps down his spine, as he grabs the flesh between his thumb and forefinger, giving a good little pinch that makes her stuff her face into the covers again. The bells on her collar jingle brightly and Harry bites down on a smile, withdrawing his hand but instead of swatting her again on her bum he catches the inside of her thigh.

“But you like it hard, don’t you,” he murmurs, running his hand down against her lower back, “Naughty little thing - don’t even know if we can keep this as a punishment for you since ya like it so much.”

Harry swats her again, this time twice on her left cheek and her legs crossed at the ankle, both pushing upward and downward. She reaches back, grabbing ahold of his shin and digging the pads of her fingers into his calves. He wonders if her eyes have watered - he hopes they have, she always looks so cute when she gets overwhelmed - and he decides he’ll give her four more for good measure before he checks. He delivers them in rapid succession, two for each cheek and after she groans out a sad little noise, he drags her up by the harness. Has a palm to her breast to keep her steady, aiding in raising her up. 

When he gets a look at her face - her eyes brimmed with tears, lips bit swollen - he cooes aloud.

“You’re so bloody cute,” he hums, “Have my cock so hard.”