Harry Potter: Se’x Oriented Hogwarts

"That's it. Just stay right there," he murmured.

Hermione rested her hands on her shins, trying not to squirm as his fingers walked across her buttocks.

Caressing her crack, he gently parted her cheeks, letting the light shine on her valley.

He hummed a note of appreciation, which for some reason made her strangely proud.

She kept expecting him to tap at her backdoor or dip his finger into her vagina to test her wetness, but no such relief presented itself.

His eyes were doing all the inspecting this time.

He moved his hands lower, using the base of her cheeks to pry open her pussy.

She knew what he must be seeing.

She could feel it dripping out of her.

Cleaning up in the bathroom had only been momentarily effective.

Apparently her body didn't need actual skin-on-clit contact to turn on the waterworks.

"Spread your legs."

She did, stretching her knickers taut between her ankles, waving her arse as the air cooled her steamy slit.

She couldn't help it. Her clit was already begging for his touch.

"We need to discuss what you did at the park," he said simply, perking one eyebrow at her dancing derrière.

"Yes, sir?"

"I think you know very well that that was inappropriate."

"Yes, sir."

"Do you deserve to have your bottom smacked?"

She didn't know if she was dizzy with excitement or because all the blood was rushing to her head. "Yes, sir."

"How long did it take you to get yourself off as me?"

"Um . . . I guess a couple minutes."

He gave her a quick smack to the right cheek. "You call me sir until your punishment is over. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"I think today I'll warm you up and then give you a hard spanking for the same amount of time you were wanking. Do you think that sounds fair?"

"Yes, sir."

"After that we can introduce you to your new friends."

Her eyes went wide. "All of them?"

"I wouldn't want any of them to feel left out," he quipped.

Hermione bit the smile off her lips. "Are you going to hurt me, sir?"

He ran his fingers over the red spot forming on her cheek. "I won't say it'll be entirely pleasant, but I want you to get a taste for each of them. The spanking is your punishment, not the toys."

"Okay."

"Do I need to add another minute? You can practice calling me sir until your bum blisters."

"No, sir! I'm sorry. I won't forget anymore."

He nodded. "Then it's time for your punishment to begin. Stand up and turn around."

Hermione awkwardly turned to face him, her knickers waylaying her feet.

Getting down on one knee, Lucifer began to pull up her panties. Her eyes went dark as mahogany as she stared down at him.

He was putting her underwear back in place, dressing her like a toddler.

It was both humiliating and arousing.

He treated her like a work of art, adjusting them and smoothing them out until they looked perfect.

She was confused why he was putting them back on at all.

He stood back up and gave her a stern look. "What do you need to say to me, young lady?"

She blinked blankly and then realized what he meant. "Um . . . It was wrong of me to touch my . . . I mean, you the way I did. Please, sir, will you pull down my panties and give my bare bottom a hard spanking so I learn my lesson?"

Lucifer smiled and nodded. "That was very nice, Hermione; but those knickers are staying right where they are. They will remain on until I take them off. This is another correction at my disposal."

Wouldn't leaving on her knickers make whatever he did less intense? "Yes, sir."

"All right. Let's get that bottom warmed up before I light it on fire."

Hermione gulped as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap.

He didn't let her straddle his thigh, he just turned her over his knee like a wayward child.

She put her fingertips on the floor and tried to get comfortable.

"Don't worry if those panties get wet." He smirked to himself. "They'll help keep your mind focused on the site of your transgression."

Hermione blushed as he started to lightly swat her backside.

It didn't hurt. All it did was make her wetter.

"Is there anything else you need to confess before we start this?" he asked between slaps.

"No, sir."

"Have you been sleeping all right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you been doing your best with your cleaning compulsion?"

She shifted around as the swats got a little harder. "Yes, sir. I left those glasses where you put them until dinner."

He grinned. "I'm impressed. My estimate was an hour. How about your guilt over the blood transfer? Have you been blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault?"

"Um . . . not as much, sir."

That meant yes. "Let's do some reviewing before we start then. Say, 'The Transfer was not my fault.'"

She repeated him.

"Say, 'It was my Dad's choice to save me."

"It was my Dad's choice to save me."

"Say, 'I'm getting better every day.'"

"I'm getting better every day," she said through a grimace of discomfort.

Things were getting a lot warmer in there.

"Are you?" he asked seriously, pausing his hand in midair.

"Well . . . I'm certainly better when you're around," she answered evasively-but not dishonestly.

Lucifer nodded, smiling to himself and smacking her arse again. "Just give it time. One day you'll find the pain isn't so sharp."

Hermione grabbed onto his trouser leg as he laid his hand into her even harder.

She did her best not to shout, but her whimpers and gasps were getting louder.

Lucifer spent another minute making sure she was ready for the spanking to come.

Her body was writhing in his lap, jerking with every hit.

He needed to decide right now how hard he was really going to spank her.

He wasn't particularly upset about what she'd done, he just wanted an excuse to get her over his knee.

Making her cry right now would turn his stomach.

That wasn't what he wanted. She just needed to let go. Sometimes that required tears, but he didn't want to go that route.

He could take her to new heights without leaving her a blubbering mess.

It would take time, but time was something he had plenty of.

"All right," he said softly, stroking her arse until she quieted. "Are you ready for the real thing?"

Hermione took a deep, fortifying breath and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Keep those feet down. Only undisciplined little girls kick like that." That wasn't true.

Most girls kicked; it was a reflex.

But he didn't want her getting out of control.

Hermione straightened her legs. "Yes, sir."

Lucifer smiled. "Two minutes. Show me what a good girl you can be."

Bam!

His hand came down on her arse like a gunshot; the sound made her jump more than the burn did.

She winced as the sting settled, squeezing her eyes tight as he struck her other cheek.

He was hitting her pretty hard, but he wasn't going very fast.

After ten good slaps, she realized he was going to keep that pace the whole time.

Lucifer kept his eyes on her wobbling backside. That jiggle should require a permit.

And the way she was scuffing her feet against the floor just made the whole show more enticing.

True to her word, she didn't kick; but her efforts to restrain that urge were arousing him just as much as the warm glow of her rump.

He liked that she was trying so hard to please him, and he definitely liked her control.

But mostly he liked the way her bum quivered and shimmied on his lap.

It was lovely. Her skin was the color of a freshly cut grapefruit.

Grapefruit that could shake like jelly.

"M-Mhmmm!" Hermione whined with each clap of his hand, hating the popping sting but loving the residual warmth.

Had it been two minutes yet? She wanted to be his brave girl, but she needed a bloody break.

Her arse was about to catch fire.

Lucifer glanced at the clock. Fifteen more seconds. He stopped.

She was getting too tense. Rubbing the burn from her bum, he pulled her in closer and told her how well she'd done.

She needed the praise as much as anything else. "That was excellent, pet. You did very well. Is your bum feeling nice and toasty now?"

Hermione caught her breath, relaxing in to his petting. "B-Burnt to a crisp, sir."

He grinned. "I'll let you rest before we move on." He actually wouldn't mind spending the whole day rubbing her arse.

Hermione gradually calmed down, his hands making her brain go as soggy as her pussy.

She started to drift in and out of reality.

He was going to stroke her into a coma.

Lucifer sensed the trauma had passed and patted her backside to get her attention.

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