Pureblood and Holly Berries
“See, you might recall during your childhood placement of Holly around the doors of the home during the winter solstice. It protects the home from evil spirits. In Christian culture, the berry’s represent the blood of Christ and the rebirth of spring and of Christ.”
Remus trailed the nine tails along Sirius’ back, who shuddered at the light touch.
“An orphaned Wizard who was left to the Church was whipped with holly to rid him of the evil inside. When he was sick immediately after, they took it as the evil leaving his body. He didn’t know how to protect himself from the poison, not having been able to wield his magic. As an adult, and returned to the Wizarding world where he belonged, he took his power back, and turned the torture into pleasure.
“Are you ready?” Remus checks.
Sirius nods frantically, and Remus smiles.
“Words pet.”
“Yes, I’m ready.” Sirius pleads.
Remus pulls back the flogger, fresh holly braided into the ends, whips first along the side of Sirius’ leg, testing the waters. The first smack scratches the skin and breaks the fresh berries, juices threatening to spill. The muffled moan at impact was not good enough, quite frankly, so Remus doubles down, smacking the whip onto Sirius’ arse, hard, once, twice, three times.
Sirius whimpers with pleasure and Remus pauses to admire the result. Red juices trail down the curve of his arse, dripping down his legs, and angry red scratches mark his previously flawless skin. Blood begins to rise through shallow scratches, joining the red liquids already staining his skin.
Achingly hard, Remus asks in a shaky voice. “Again?”