Chapter #4Vernon Dursley and the Dog by: Magdalene   "Look what I found, Uncle Vernon!"
Vernon came out from the kitchen, frowning as he saw the dog. "Boy, get that filthy mutt out!" he exclaimed, getting flustered and quickly going over to the dog and try to grab at it, only for it to growl at him. "Dammit! Boy, get it out! Petunia just cleaned the house!"
"B-But..." Harry said, tears forming in his eyes. "He's so cute, Uncle Vernon, can't I keep him?" He got so lonely, it would be nice to have a dog over to keep him company.
Vernon scowled and shook his head. "No, you can't keep it. I don't want that in my house." He knelt down in front of Harry and reached out to touch him, yelping as the dog growled at him again.
Harry did start to cry at that. "B-But...he's so cute." he wailed, tears starting to run down his face. "I get so lonely! Why can't I have a friend?"
Groaning, Vernon sighed and grabbed Harry's cheek, kicking the dog as it growled at him again. "Look, boy, I spend my hard-earned money to send you to school and you get to play with the children out in the town... I don't know what else I can give you- but you can't keep the dog. Now I'm going to give you a spanking if you don't get that mutt out of here!"
Harry shook his head. "The teachers are all strict and Dudley don't talk to me. The children in town think I'm weird too." he said, rubbing his eyes. "And don't kick him, he's my friend, Uncle Vernon."
Vernon groaned again. "I do what I can for you, Boy. I'm sorry, but you can't keep the dog- how do you think you're going to care for it? Do you really think you can be that responsible?" he demanded, crossing his arms with a sigh. He glared at the dog as it growled at him again.
"I'll give him food and water and take him out for walks." Harry said, hugging the big dog. "Pleeeeease he's so cute and Aunt Petunia can help me take care of him as well."
Vernon didn't like that Harry was trying to rise to the challenge. He didn't want that dog in his house! "No, that's not enough. Now get him out of here, boy, take him back where you found him."
"B-But, Uncle Vernon, I think he's homeless." Harry said, squeezing the dog even more. "Why are you being so mean, Uncle Vernon? It's just a doggy."
"And he could be carrying who knows how many diseases! If you get sick, Boy, then my Dudley could have an epidemic!" Vernon groaned, grabbing Harry and trying to yank him away from the dog, only for the dog to bite his pant leg and start pulling. He shouted out and kicked the dog away. "Dammit, see, Boy? This is exactly what I was talking about!"
Harry screamed as the poor dog was kicked. "Don't kick him; he's nice." Harry sobbed, turning to kick Vernon back, hitting the older man right in his shins. "You're mean, Uncle Vernon, this dog is much nicer than you."
Vernon lashed out and slapped Harry across the cheek, face red with anger and his chest feeling hot. He yanked Harry away from the dog and shoved the dog away in turn. "You love that dog so damn much, fine, you can keep him, but you're not just going to be walking and feeding him." He started pulling Harry away, letting the dog follow. He kicked the dog into a separate room and locked it in, still pulling his nephew along.
Harry was sobbing now, unable to believe Vernon had actually hit him. "Wh-What do you mean, Uncle Vernon?" he asked, clutching his cheek as he was yanked around. "D-Don't be mad, I-I just don't wanna be alone."
"I send you to school and you can have as many friends as you want- how the hell is that being alone?" Vernon pushed Harry into his room and shut the door. "You'll see the dog again soon enough, but for now you need a spanking." A very harsh one at that.
"I-I want someone to live with and who will love me." Harry wailed, still clutching his reddened cheek. He just wanted a friend—sometimes it seemed like not even his relatives loved him. "I-I'm sorry I kicked you, Uncle Vernon, I just wanna keep the doggy."
Vernon took a seat on the edge of his bed and shook his head. "Over my lap," he snapped, patting his thigh. "You need a spanking." He wasn't about to let the child get off with just a slap. Besides, that had been an inappropriate insight of punishment.
Harry whimpered, wiping his tears as he got up and lay over Vernon's lap. "Please, Uncle Vernon, I was just wanting a dog, you're being mean."
Vernon unclipped Harry's overalls and yanked his shorts off, immediately smacking Harry's bottom. "Shut up. You are not going to end up right if you don't take your punishment." He pinched Harry's round behind, swallowing nervously as he looked at his neohew's cute little arse turning red.
Harry screamed out as he was smacked, yelping as Vernon pinched him. "I didn't do anything wrong." He sobbed, reaching up to cover his face.
"You brought that filthy dog into my house, you refused to do as I said, and then you raised your voice at me! You aren't going to get off just like that, Boy." Vernon smacked Harry once more, switching between his cheeks and watching them redden. Oh... He was getting a bit of a problem. Well, shite.
Harry was sobbing now, not understanding why his uncle was so mad. "He's cute and friendly, why don't you care about what I want?" He asked, hiccoughing a bit as he cried.
"And you are a child, what you want doesn't matter, Boy!" Vernon snapped, bringing his hands down even harder now and watching Harry's arse turn a very attractive shade of red. He began rubbing at it with a smirk, biting his bottom lip. "Do you really want to make it up to me, Harry?"
What his uncle was saying really hurt Harry, it was like he really didn't matter. "I-I do...don't be mad at me Uncle Vernon." He begged, his arse feeling like it was on fire.
Vernon smirked and began stroking Harry's hair. "Alright. Then, are you willing to do everything I say, no matter how much it hurts you?" He began to pinch Harry's behind, then rubbing the mark he'd made, and then repeating the process.
Harry whimpered, face heating up as he bottom was pinched. "H-Hurts?" He asked, the thought frightening him. "Uncle Vernon, I'm scared."
"I'm asking you a question," Vernon snapped, giving Harry's arse yet another smack. "Are you willing to help yourself?" he asked, smirking and rubbing his nephew's behind again. "Are you going to do as I say, Harry?"
The boy frantically nodded at that. "Yes , yes, please just stop hitting me." He begged, sobbing again. "Please...don't be mad, Uncle Vernon."
Vernon clicked his tongue and shook his head. He pushed Harry to the ground and getting to his feet. "Harry, do you know what we do to naughty boys who don't do as their uncles tell them?" he asked, beginning to pull his belt out of his pant loops.
Harry shook his head. "Wh-what happens?" He asked, getting more and more scared. "Please...Uncle Vernon, I'm sorry–I will be good."
"They get whipped with the belt," Vernon snapped, folding the belt and pulling it taut, then cracking it. Mostly just to make loud noise. "Are you going to do as I tell you, then?" He raised the belt slightly, hoping it would be enough to scare his nephew further into submission.
Harry whimpered, wiping his eyes. "I-I will do what you want. P-Please, Uncle Vernon, don't hurt me anymore." he begged, starting to sob again at the fear of being hit again.
Vernon smirked and set the belt aside. "Strip your clothes off, all of them. We're going to play a game. But in order to be able to enjoy it, you have to do everything I say, alright?" Oh, he could already think of so many ways to punish the boy if he defied...
"A-All of them?" Harry asked, blushing as he reached down to begin stripping, tossing his clothes to the side before reaching down to cover himself up.
"Don't cover yourself," Vernon ordered, reaching down to pull Harry's hands away. He couldn't be too violent at first, or the boy would stop cooperating, so he was gentle. "That's the point, is to be all naked." Of course, he wasn't going to get completely naked. "Don't be afraid, Harry, you just have to do as I say."
Harry nodded. Sure he had been naked in front of Aunt Petunia before for baths, but for some reason this situation scared him. "Wh-Why am I naked though?" He only ever got naked to take baths or change clothes.
"It's for the game," Vernon snapped, getting irate with Harry's questioning. He then started to undo the button on his trousers and unzipped them, pulling his shaft out of his cotton pants. "Get on your knees and give this a lick, alright?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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