Ch 370 - Red lines across her Back~

Lucifer wiggled them even higher, wedging her cotton core completely in her trench before releasing her.

"Leave those where they are. Now, you can think. Tell me three positive things about yourself."

She shifted around as her underwear abraded her folds. "I really don't know, sir."

"Can you think of three negative things about yourself?"

"Yes."

"Then you should be able to think of three positive things. Go ahead, I'm waiting."

She covered her belly with her hands.

Why was it so much easier to think horrible things about oneself?

"Come along," he said softly after a silent minute. "Something good about you . . . or that you've done. Anything."

She sighed. "I guess it was smart that I thought to use Polyjuice to spy on Mafloy in 2nd year."

He nodded. "That's good. Two more."

Her fingers dug into her stomach, trying to make it settle down.

Lucifer brushed his hands over hers and pulled her claws from her flesh. "This isn't difficult, Hermione."

She stared at the ceiling, searching for an answer in the plaster.

"I'm a hard learner."

"Just one more," he prodded.

"I . . . I guess I'm very organized."

He sighed. He didn't want to encourage her obsession. "Yes, you are. But how about you're kind to all creatures?"

"Yes, I guess I am."

He rolled his eyes. "You guess you are? Granger's balls," he muttered.

"Uh...I don't hav-----"

"From now on you have to think of three positive things about yourself every night before you get in bed. And they have to be different things each night."

"I don't know if I can think of that many things, sir."

"Don't give me that. You're an intelligent witch. I can think of ten positive things about you right now off the top of my head, so I'm certain you can squeeze out three each night."

She didn't know if she liked this new assignment.

It made her stomach ache.

Lucifer patted her red rump with one hand. "I want you to write me and tell me what three things you pick each night."

"You want me to write them down?"

That would be even worse.

"I don't think that's unreasonable." She made it sound as if he were asking her to take a bath in Bubotuber puss. "Come sit over here with me."

He took her over to the bed, and Hermione climbed into his lap.

She could feel the stiff lump of his erection against her leg; knowing he was so turned on made her feel quite a bit better.

"This isn't an exercise invented to torture you. This is about you no longer beating yourself up and dwelling on the negative. Can you do that for me?"

Hermione slowly nodded. "It's just hard."

He understood where she was coming from. "I know. But you'll get better at it. Can you think of three good things about me each night?"

"Yes," she said automatically. That was much easier.

"All right then. I'll make a deal with you. For one week, you write me and tell me three good things about me using your Mirror, and I'll write you three good things about you. It'll ease you into it, and hopefully you'll be able to see yourself as others see you and not this horrible monster you've created in your head. After that though, you have to think of them on your own. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Then I want you to stand up and get ready for the rest of your correction."

She was already worried about how she was going to think of three good things about herself every night when the week was up.

Lucifer caught the self-depreciating flash in her eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her before she could stand, making sure she knew that he was still there for her even though she was learning a lesson.

He held her to him, smiling when she put her arm around his neck and hugged him back.

"You are sweet and thoughtful, and you have the loveliest red bum in all of Britain," he whispered in her ear.

"See how easy that was?"

Hermione buried her face in his neck, smiling at both his affection and his words. "You're smart, caring and have the loveliest cock I've ever seen."

"Mm....what else did you use to compare?"

"Fufu....I don't know, those DVD's and books you gave me could have been good measure...." Hermione giggled a little saying that.

Lucifer chuckled and kissed her forehead. "That caring bit is only for you. Keep that to yourself. You're going to ruin my reputation." He patted her warm bum again.

"All right. Stand up. I need to check that your knickers are ready for round two."

She stood, and he pulled her in close and gave her knickers a few more firm tugs.

This was the wedgie from hell.

Her perineum was taking the brunt of the weight, her pussy and anus doing their best to withstand the onslaught.

"How does that feel?" he asked, lifting her up on her toes.

She grabbed his shoulder to keep her balance. "It kind of hurts, sir."

"Corrections aren't about being comfortable. They're about helping you see the error of your ways."

Wiggling only made it hurt more, so she went still. "In that case, they're working, sir."

"Good. Get back in place on the bed. The paddles and cane should feel quite different without those knickers protecting you."

Hermione's eyes went wide, and she stared at him for several seconds, trying to figure out if he was really going to give her all three again.

Lucifer raised both eyebrows, giving her a warning look.

Scrambling back into place, she arched her back and spread her legs just as she had before.

She didn't want him to think she was being obstinate.

She really did want him to keep doing whatever it was he had planned.

She just wasn't so sure she would enjoy her new "friends" without the protection of her knickers.

He'd essentially turned her bikinis into a thong.

The meat of her cheeks was bare and vulnerable.

Lucifer held back his laugh at how quickly she jumped to task.

He knew right at that moment just how perfect she was for him.

She was hungry to prove herself to him, and he wanted nothing more than to take care of her.

Whatever she needed, he would provide.

"That's a brave girl. Just for that, I'll give you a choice. Pick whichever implement you fancy most, and I'll let you spend the most time with it. I'll only give you three licks apiece with the other two."

That was easy. "The little one, sir."

He nodded to himself, having already guessed her choice. "We'll save that one for last."

Picking up the leather strap, he patted her red rump with it. "Stay nice and still for me."

Hermione braced herself for impact.

Each hit centered her attention on the fire building in her cheeks.

Every thwack of the leather absorbed thoughts.

She counted each lick in her head, hissing in relief when he finished.

"That was excellent, pet. Now just three with the cane."

He switched implements and swished the cane through the air, getting used to its light weight after the paddle.

He lined up the rod against her cheeks and gave a few practice swings.

When he was sure he was in a good position, Lucifer snapped the wood into her upturned rump with a sharp crack.

A red line bloomed across her backside, and he bent down, placing a kiss on her right globe.

He wanted her to love the cane.

Hermione groaned at the strange melding of the hot sting of the cane with the soft warmth of his lips.

Standing back up, Lucifer lined up the next stroke.

'Swish-crack!'

Flexing her body to remain still, Hermione squeezed her eyes and grunted into the bed.

His lips returned to her wounded derrière, and he placed a line of kisses over top the fiery stripe.

If he had told her this was how he was going to cane her, she might have chosen differently.

"One more. Nice and still," he whispered, tapping her bum with the rattan.

'Swish-crack!' Her back jumped, but she stayed motionless otherwise.

The line bloomed right over her sweet spot, and he leaned down and began to lick at the developing red weal.

Hermione hoped she was allowed to move.

It was impossible to stay still with someone lapping at your caned bum.

Her moaning was becoming obscene. "Thank you for correcting me, sir!"

Lucifer couldn't stop smirking as he flicked his tongue over the hot line lighting her arse.

"You're welcome. Are you ready for your favorite now?"

"Yes, sir."

Lucifer got the little paddle and ran it up and down over her arse. "Those knickers are going to be soaked when I'm through with you."

Hermione gritted her teeth as the paddle snapped into her hide.

Each hit left her bum burning and her pussy leaking.

He wasn't going too fast, which she appreciated; but she was starting to feel as though the next whack might be the one that ignited the bonfire.

She was a briquette, and he was holding the match closer and closer.

Her hands itched to reach back and rub, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful or impertinent. "Please, sir!"

Lucifer stopped and kneaded her arse with one hand. "Yes, pet?"

"I'm so sore."

He nodded.

'I know....' "How about this?" he purred, patting her pussy. "Is this sore?"

Her hips rolled, the excitement surging through her. "No, sir. It's okay."

His patting became light slapping. He watched her body jump with each soft smack.

"In a minute I'm going to take down your knickers and see how much you fancied meeting your new friends."

Hermione shivered. Her entire vulva was pulsing with vibrations.

The paddle was probably wet by now.

She didn't know if she could come from this, but she was damn close. "Mm!"

Lucifer stopped and tickled his fingers over her bunched knickers. "Not yet. First I want you over my lap so I can see how wet and warm you are."

Hermione was ready to knock him to the ground and rub her dripping pussy all over him.

Then he'd know just how wet she was.

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