What Are You Going To Do, Spank Me?

For This Prompt: I was wondering if you could to a daddy kink story where Harry is the stepson and Louis is the stepson and Harry does something stupid like drugs or cheating or get suspended or something that part doesnt really matter but Louis has to punish him and then he “punishes him” and Harry could be like what are you gonna do spank me and then the louis does and then I gets dirty. Okay that’s a really bad prompt but pleaseeeee I would die for that!! <3”

Summary: Louis is tired of his stepson, Harry, acting out so much. He finally thinks of a sufficient punishment. 

A/N: I have never written anything like this before. It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and I really hope it’s good. I’ve also never written a fic so fast, so there’s probably some mistakes but I don’t feel like proof reading it tonight so deal with it. Please don’t read if gay smut isn’t your thing! .xx

“Hello, is this Mr. Tomlinson?” a man asked over the phone.

“Yes, this is him,” Louis answered hesitantly.

“Your stepson, Harry Styles, is in my office right now,” the man Louis could only assume was the principal.

Shit, Louis thought. “May I ask why?” Louis asked, anxious to know what the hell Harry got himself into now.

Louis didn’t have any of his own children, but his 17 year old stepson was a lot more to handle than he expected he’d be.

“Seems that Mr. Styles was bored and felt like going around and spray painting filthy words all over the lockers,” the man explained, anger clear in his voice.

Louis sighed deeply. Idiot. “I’ll be there to pick him up in a few minutes,” Louis told the man before hanging up. He quickly grabbed his eyes and left, shaking his head.  

He parked his car and jogged into the building. He already knew where the principal’s office was; he had been there numerous times thanks to his new stepson.

He walked into the office, seeing the curly haired teen sitting at a chair, arms folded over his chest. The principal looked up from a manila folder with Harry’s name written on it to look at the middle aged man in front of him.

“Hello, Mr. Tomlinson,” the principal greeted.

“Hi, Mr. Simmons,” Louis greeted, embarrassment in his voice. He couldn’t fucking believe he was here again.

“So, how much trouble am I in?” Harry asked plainly. He was bored and just wanted to go home and take a nap.

Louis gave him an angry glare. “I know damn well you’re in a lot of trouble when we get home,” Louis said sternly.

The principal sighed. “Harry, I don’t even know what else to do with you. No punishment seems to work with you. Graduation is getting close, so I’m just going to suspend you for three days. Just…just try to stay out of trouble, yeah? I think we’re all tired of these antics,” the principal told him.

Louis sighed heavily. “I’ll pay for the damage, again,” Louis muttered the last word. The principal nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Tomlinson. You’re free to take your son.”

“Step,” Harry corrected him rudely.

Louis bit the inside of his cheek, holding back his comment. Harry made it way too obviously that he didn’t like his step father.

He tried very hard with him; he honestly did. Harry just refused to believe his dad walked out onhim and he wasn’t going to accept any sort of father figure in his life. He was 17 and he was old enough to take care of himself.

Harry shot himself out of the chair, walking out of the office quickly. “I know he must be rough, Mr. Tomlinson, but I think he needs a father figure more than anything, even if he doesn’t want one. Keep trying. I know you’ll get through to him somehow,” the principal assured, smiling softly at the blue eyed boy.

Louis returned the smile before thanking the man and leaving the office. When he got outside, Harry was already leaning on the passenger side of Louis’ car, waiting. Louis unlocked the door, watching Harry open and close the door quickly. Louis got into the drivers’ side and turned the engine on, then looking at Harry.

“This isn’t over, kid,” Louis said sternly. Harry simply rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

When they got back to an empty home, Harry slammed the door to the car and jogged inside the house. Louis ran a hand over his face and taking a deep breath, thinking about what kind of punishment would be sufficient for Harry to stop being such a fucking moron.

Something needed to be done.

Louis walked into the house and went up to Harry’s bedroom. He found the teenager laying on his stomach on his bed, flipping through the channels on his television. Louis sat down next to him, feet planted on the ground.

“Let’s talk,” Louis started, looking at the younger boy.

Harry looked up at him and laughed bitterly. “Talk. You’re not going to get much a response, though,” Harry mused.

“Harry, you have got to stop doing this sort of thing. I don’t get it. I know your life hasn’t exactly been great but that’s no reason to do all this dumb shit! You keep getting away with this and I’m not letting you any longer! You’re going to be punished!” Louis yelled, anger boiling inside of him.

Harry looked at him for a long moment. “Oh really? What are you going to do, Daddy? Spank me?” Harry asked sarcastically. Before Louis had a moment to filter his thoughts, he spanked Harry right on the bum; hard.

Harry’s mouth fell open as he looked at the older man. “L-Louis, w-what-“ Harry started to ask before Louis smacked him again.

“No. I’m not Louis. I’m your father and you’ll respect me as your father. It’s Daddy to you,” Louis said with a smirk. He had no idea why, but this was making him hot and his slight boner wasn’t helping.

Harry stayed quiet for a moment before quietly mumbling “Yes, Daddy,”

Louis couldn’t believe it. He had never seen Harry this way. He was so obeying and he actually looked sort of innocent. He almost felt guilty, but he could see Harry’s pupils darkening, his bottom lip between his teeth. There was no denying he wanted this.

“Undress yourself, baby,” Louis cooed.

“Yes, Daddy,” Harry replied, voice small.

He slowly stood up and undressed himself, leaving himself stark naked. Harry’s hardening cock was just pushing Louis even more.

“Such a big boy, Harry. Not sure if it’s as big as me, but fairly impressive,” Louis praised. Harry felt the blush creep on his neck and cheeks. He felt more vulnerable than he ever had, yet it thrilled him.

“On your knees, Harry,” Louis demanded. Harry swallowed before listening to his stepfather and sinking to his knees in front of him.

Louis felt his breath hitch at the sight. His undressed himself quickly and let his hardening cock free of its confinements. It jumped in front of the younger boys’ face. He was stunned with the size. The only other cocks he had seen besides his own was in porn videos.

Louis held himself in his hand, pumping himself as he spoke. “Like what you see, baby?” Louis asked sweetly. Harry’s lips were slightly parted, eyes following Louis’ fist. He nodded. “Yeah, Daddy,” he admitted honestly.

The older man smiled down at him, tugging his cock once more before taking his free hand and putting it in the mess of curls below him.

“You want my cock so badly, don’t you, love?” Louis teased. Harry nodded once again, eyes never leaving the red uncut length in front of him.

Louis smirked, pulling back the foreskin and ghosting his head over Harry’s full lips. Harry flicked him tongue out quickly, picking up some pre cum.

“Did I say you could do that?” Louis scolded. “You will do as I say,” he commanded.

Harry nodded. “’M sorry, Daddy,” Harry replied.

Louis placed his head between Harry’s lips. “Suck,” Louis demanded, hand still in his hair.

Harry wrapped his lips around his length and before he could do anything, Louis pushed his head on him and heard the younger boy audibly gag.

“Don’t be such a little bitch, Harry,” Louis scolded. “Take the whole thing,”

Harry closed his watery eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, opening up his throat. Louis kept him there, before tugging on his hair. “Look at me, Harry,” Louis growled.

Harry looked up at Louis, tears threatening to fall. “Move,” he commanded.

Harry obliged, moving his head back and forth awkwardly before he finally found his rhythm.

“Ungh, good boy, Harry,” Louis praised, biting his lip.

Harry wanted so badly to take hold on his throbbing cock hanging between his legs, but he knew better than that. He hoped that if he was good boy, Louis would relive him.

Louis shoved Harry’s mouth off of him, hearing the loud pop. Louis leaned down and took Harry’s chin in his hand. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, haven’t you, Harry? Daddy hasn’t been happy with you, you know,” Louis explained, eyes burning into Harry’s.

Harry’s face was red and his lips were swollen. He nodded his head. “Real naughty, Daddy. I’m so sorry, Daddy,” Harry pleaded.

“Yeah, we’ll see how sorry you are after Daddy is through with you,” Louis teased, smirking. He pulled Harry up by the chin, making him stand. He pushed him on the bed stomach down.

He walked over to Harry’s nightstand, opening the top drawer. He was completely taken aback with what he found.

“Hmmm, a dildo and lube? You like having your ass stuffed? You like being filled up?” Louis taunted. Harry turned his head to look at his stepfather and bit his lip. “Yes, Daddy,” Harry admitted.

“Well, I can promise you I’ll do a much better job than your little toy,” Louis promised, taking the lube in his hands and getting on the bed behind Harry.

“Gonna fuck you into the mattress, baby. You want that?” Louis asked, rubbing Harry’s lower back.

“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me into the mattress. Fuck me hard,” Harry begged.

Louis had to hold back a groan. Harry was fucking begging to be fucked. Louis knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care enough to stop.

He grabbed his stepson’s bum, pulling apart his cheeks to peek at his tiny pink ring of muscle. He took hold of the small bottle of lube and spread a generous amount on his fingertips. Without warning, Louis was prodding his middle finger into his tight hole. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push past the initial burn. Louis gently pushed in and out, prepping him. He soon slide his index finger alongside the first, pushing in and out, scissoring him. Harry had taken hold of a pillow, biting into it. Louis brushed his fingers against Harry’s bundle of nerves, making him cry out.

“Fuck, again. Please,” Harry pleaded.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want,” Louis reminded him.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please, please. Want you inside me, Daddy,” Harry begged. Louis really needed to get inside him.

He lathered his length with lube, holding Harry’s hip with his free hand. “You ready, baby?” Louis asked sweetly. Before Harry had the chance to answer, Louis was already pressing the head of his cock into Harry’s barely stretched hole. Harry deserved to be in some pain. This was supposed to be his punishment, after all.

Harry yelped, surprised at the new invasion. “Ow, shit. Oh, fuck,” Harry panted.

“Told you this was your punishment, Harry. Take it like a big boy,” Louis instructed dryly, pushing in further. Harry’s mouth dropped opened, a loud groan escaping his throat.

Louis pushed himself all the way, then stopping to let the younger boy adjust. It was okay to cause some pain, but he couldn’t hurt him too much; he didn’t have it in him.

Once he felt Harry was ready, he leaned over the boy. He was pressed flush against the mattress, and now Louis was pressing himself over him.

“I want to hear you scream,” Louis growled into his stepson’s ear. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. He really fucking needed Louis to start moving.

Louis gripped the younger boys’ hips and started to pound into him quickly, causing Harry to yell.

“OH! Fuck! Right there! Shit! Daddy!” he was shouting, clenching his fists.

Somehow, his left hand found the back of Louis’ neck, tugging on the older man’s hair. “Oh my god, Daddy. Ah, oh, ahhh, shit!” he strained out.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you baby? Like the way my cock feels inside you? Like the way my balls slap against your ass? Like the way your dick feels rubbing against the mattress?” Louis hissed hotly into the curly haired boy’s ear. Harry’s bottom lip was between his teeth, close to drawing blood. Louis was hitting his prostate so hard and so expertly.

“I-I’m not gonna, shit, can’t last much…much long- oh! Fuck!” Harry yelled as Louis pressed him into the mattress harder.

“You don’t cum until I fucking tell you too,” Louis commanded.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push back his orgasm. Louis was pounding him harder than he thought was even possible and grunting into his ear.

The older man bit down on Harry’s shoulder, leaving teeth marks. He did it again, dragging his teeth across the pale, sweaty skin. Harry couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah! Ah! Daddy!” Harry screamed out thickly before releasing himself all over his mattress. Louis never let up though.

He shook his head. “Tsk tsk, Harry. Told you not to cum until I told you to,” Louis scolded. “Want Daddy to fill you up? Want me to cum deep inside of you until you’re leaking?” Louis asked seductively. Harry nodded tiredly, barely able to breathe; he was starting to feel oversensitive now that his orgasm was over.

Louis thrust harder and harder until he was moaning Harry’s name, coming hard inside of Harry. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head, feeling Louis drip inside of him, hot and wet.

Louis slowly pulled out, watching his stepson’s shiny hole leak. He left a kiss between his shoulder blades, rubbing them softly.

“You’re going to be a good boy from now on, right, Harry?” Louis purred into his ear.

Harry shrugged. “I dunno. I kind of like being punished, Daddy,”