Ch 369 - Knickers for Protection~

"Are you ready for the meet and greet? You certainly smell ready."

Hermione's eyes popped open. He was right.

She could feel the wet spot soaking the center of her gusset. "I guess so, sir."

"I want you kneeling on the bed, arse up in the air. Stay close to the edge so I can reach you."

Slowly backing off his lap, she stood up and stumbled toward the bed to get in place.

Lucifer helped her, easing her down so her bright red bum was propped in the air and her chest was pressed to the comforter.

"That's it," he purred, standing up to get a good look at her. "You look perfect, pet. Let's start with your little paddle first, shall we?"

He picked it up and got into position, tapping the leather against her rump.

"Did you have fun experimenting with this one?"

She had. But she'd had complete control over the timing and impact.

This was very different. Her skin prickled with adrenaline, making everything seem like a storm to her senses.

"I pretended you were using it on me, sir."

He smirked. "You don't have to pretend anymore."

'Swack!'

The leather popped against her skin, leaving a hot spot that stung for a second then radiated with throbbing heat.

It felt as if her arse had a heartbeat; then the heat spread, engulfing her pussy in its warmth. "Mmmm!"

The corner of his mouth curled up.

'Swack!'

The other globe got a taste too.

Carefully, he covered the crest of both cheeks, unable to restrain his growing smile as she moaned through each blow.

"Spread your legs," he rumbled, tapping her inner thigh.

Hermione spread her thighs, knowing he must be able to see the wet patch on her knickers now.

That just turned her on more. She wanted him to see what he was doing to her.

Lucifer grinned at the transparent blot marking the center of her crotch.

The cotton clung to her lips, dipping into her slit like a second skin.

He patted the curve of her vulva with the paddle.

Her body jolted as it rang through her clit. "Look at this, Hermione. Your paddle fits you perfectly. What an excellent choice you made."

Hermione gasped as he gave her sex a light slap.

Tingling shot through her lips, making her arch her back for more.

"Yes, pet, I know what you need," he murmured.

Lucifer gave her ten more, slowly, watching her hips weave and sway with each blow.

"Your pussy needs spanked just as much as backside, doesn't it?"

Hermione's mouth was too dry to talk.

She couldn't believe what he'd done to her or how much she liked it.

She finally croaked out, "Yes, sir."

Lucifer tossed the paddle aside and ran his finger over the growing lake in her gusset.

She shivered and pressed toward him.

Pulling away with a chuckle, he picked up the leather paddle he'd bought that morning.

"Not yet, pet. There's someone else I'd like to introduce you to."

Hermione dug her fingers into the bedding and panted as he tapped the thick leather against her bum.

'Oh God!'

He just kept rubbing her and patting, making her wonder when the blow would land.

Each little brush and bump grazed her labia, and she couldn't resist helping it make better contact.

'Thwack!' The leather slapped both her cheeks at once, snapping her out of her haze.

It was so different from the little paddle.

This was a thud to her nerves.

It covered so much area at once. This wan't a flame and burn, it was a razing.

'Thwack! Her moment of fear was smothered by the lasting buzz in her backside.

She was a little less frightened with each lick.

Lucifer gave her an even ten. The red crept out from beneath her white panties.

The focal point of the picture was under wraps for the time being, but he'd unveil his painting in just a few minutes.

"Just the cane now, pet. You're being so brave. I'm proud of you."

Hermione smiled into the bed, hiding how pleased she was to hear that.

The cool wood tapped at her bum, and she cringed away. The thought of the cane turned her on, but she'd read so many horror stories about broken skin and bruises.

She was frightened now that she was the one in the spotlight.

Lucifer used his other hand to stroke her inner thigh, calming her down. "Don't be scared. I'll take it easy on you this time."

Her breathing was fast and short. This was terrifying.

She was glad they didn't really do this in school anymore.

He lined up his aim and gave her a light lick. "Can you take it harder?" He knew she could, but he wanted her to think it was her decision.

"Yes, sir," she mumbled into the mattress.

'Tap. Tap. Swish-thwack!'

Lucifer rubbed his hand over the light line that formed. "Harder?"

"Um . . . Yes, sir."

'Tap. Tap. Tap. Swish-crack!'

That was what he would deem a real hit.

Her bum bounced and boogied, dancing the way a caned witch should dance.

"Ow!" It felt as if a synchronized hoard of hornets and just stung her in a perfectly straight line.

She reached back to feel her arse.

Everything was hot to the touch.

Lucifer brushed away her hand and rubbed for her. "Your backside looks lovely, Hermione. I only wish we had a camera to commemorate the moment. I'll give you a break in a few minutes and let you go look at it in the mirror."

The line of fire was dying to a smolder.

It wasn't so bad once it lost some heat.

His hand wandered down her crack, teasing the divide of her cheeks before slipping between her legs.

He brushed over her clit, and she bucked at the electricity racing through her. "Unh!"

"Can you take a few more, pet? I want you to have these lines for a few days so you remember who's taking care of you."

Hermione grinned. She wanted that too. "You're not going to do it any harder, are you?"

"No, pet. They'll be just like that last one."

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

Lucifer smiled and lined himself up for the next swing. "That's my girl."

Each new stroke left her reeling, but he gave her plenty of time to recover, never rushing her, always rubbing her.

He rewarded her for each lick by giving her vulva a massage that left her keening for more.

Her knickers were getting sticky.

As promised, he stopped after three, and gave her a final rub.

"Do you want to go see your new marks?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come along. I'll help you."

With his assistance, she backed off the bed and tested out her legs.

They didn't seem entirely steady. He escorted her over to the closet door and opened it so she could see the mirror on its reverse.

Hermione's first thought when she saw herself was that she looked as if she'd lost about twenty IQ points.

Her eyes were fuzzy, and her hair had become disheveled.

Lucifer turned her around by the shoulders and showed her her red bum in the mirror. "See how nice that looks?"

Hermione's lips twitched into a smile, and she reached back to run her hands over her red arse. "It's pretty."

He grinned.

"Yes, it is. Let's see how it looks underneath." Lucifer gently peeled her knickers down over her bum and left them clinging to the tops of her thighs, baring her backside for their viewing pleasure.

"Red's your color."

Hermione laughed and looked over her other shoulder to see if it appeared different from the other direction.

Nope. Still perfect. "Will you rub it for me? I've got some oil now."

He shook his head. "We're not finished yet. But when we're done, yes, I would be glad to rub oil on your bum. In fact, I insist on it."

"What else are you going to do to me?"

He reached one hand around her back while the other snaked down her belly.

They both caught her knickers and pulled them back into place.

"You didn't think I let you wear these knickers for protection, did you? These panties are for punishment."

When he started to pull the rear of her knickers into her crack, she gasped and put a hand on his chest to steady herself.

Gripping the opposite sides firmly, he lifted the cotton tightly into her juicy gorge.

Her breathing became more rapid, and she looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion and excitement.

"I thought the spanking was my punishment," she whispered.

He nodded. "That was your punishment for the park in Hogsmeade. Now we need to work on solidifying your other lessons."

He lifted them higher, watching her jaw drop as the pressure on her clit became overwhelming. "I want you to tell me three positive things about yourself, Hermione. It's time that you stopped all this negative self-talk."

How was she supposed to think with her gusset cleaving her body in two? "Ah! I can't think, sir."

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