Punishment

                                        

                                              
Punishment
So, someone, not me, has been very naughty, may have read too many drarry smut stories and wrote this on some weird high. It was going to be one shot, but... I split it up into three chapters, increasing in naughtiness. This is porn with some plot. And just so you know, I wrote the first chapter at work... in a room full of people. I was smirking so fucking bad I'm surprised no one noticed me.
This is for the explicit-content fans, though I do not go too graphic.
TRIGGER WARNING: Spanking, lots of spanking, mildly dubious consent, voyeurism, orgasm denial, restraints, powerplay, abuse of authority, dubious contracts, dom/sub dynamics, safe and sane, safe words, anal-gaping, degradation, humiliation, edging, praise kink, cock warming, aftercare, paddles, deep-throating, cock rings, spit-roasting, blindfolds, using magic to do naughty things, minor references to past abuse and trauma
Enjoy!

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled, walking in wearing his official Auror robes. "George put in an official complaint against you."
Malfoy was at his desk going over papers. "Oh, come on! He started it and he went whining to you!?"
"He might have started it... but you ended it. That violated your probation. So, I'm going to have to take you in."
"I'm working, Potter! Go away."
"Not anymore, you're not," Harry growled, conjuring cuffs and binding Malfoy's hands behind his back. Harry then lifted him out of his seat.
"Seriously? Potter, I don't have time for these games."
"Do you want to floo out? Or shall I prep walk you out the front door to Apparate?" he asked.
Malfoy, pale as ever, blushed. "Potter, please... this is where I work."
"And yet... you still hexed George, so your choice," he growled.
Malfoy shook his head. "The floo."
Harry nodded, glad he got the answer. He pulled him over to the fireplace and did a side-by-side floo meant for Aurors making arrests. They came out in an unremarkable hallway, filled with smaller rooms.
Malfoy looked around, surprised and grunted, "Where are we?"
"Processing Center."
"Oh, what the hell? Potter!"
Harry manhandled him into a private room that contained a wooden table. Malfoy complained about the abuse of prisoners under his breath.
"I'm going to have to search you," Harry declared, turning Malfoy toward the table and keeping a firm grip on his cuffed hands.
"Really? Do we have to do this every time?" he grumbled.
"Yes, it's procedure. I mean, I could do it by wand, but I like to be thorough."
Malfoy sighed and Harry started to rifle through his pockets. He removed his robes with his wand and searched them before taking off his shoes and socks. He checked those and proceeded to pat down his undershirt, checking the collar and his armpits. He moved on to his waistband, legs and trousers. Malfoy made disgruntled noises at his forcefulness, especially when he searched through his hair, messing it up.
"Potter!"
"George said you took something from him. I haven't found it, so I'm going to have to conduct additional checks."
Malfoy tried to turn to face him, but Harry maintained control. "Just summon it!" he growled.
"George said that it wasn't summonable."