“Hm…Don’t mind me, then. I’ll just wait for you here.” Ron sat on the chair across her desk, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
Hermione tried to get back to work… but paused, glancing up at her husband. His training with Harry had refined the muscles on his large frame. Hermione watched a moment as the muscles ticked in his forearm when he tapped his long, gloved fingers to some tune playing in his mind. He opened his eyes and she hurriedly looked away…but he’d caught her.
Damn, she could imagine the Cheshire grin splitting his face without needing to look. She pouted, annoyed she’d been had. He stood and she ignored him, but then fine leather crossed into her view. Ron pointed at one of the papers and said, “I thought you finished this project.”
Hermione shook herself, tearing her eyes away from Ron’s hand to look up into his blue eyes. Mistake.
He was still smiling, but now there was something…predatory in it. “I…” she swallowed. “I have. I’m just using it as reference for this new one.”
“Oh, I see.” Ron ran a hand through his hair, and when he saw Hermione followed the slow movement with her eyes, he licked his lips. “Can I have you?”
“I…” she really wanted to get this done. She should… but... She was ahead of schedule, and…
He sat down again, moving his legs apart so he could unbuckle his belt- the movements accentuated with the very slight creaking of leather. He slipped his belt off, and laid it on the desk. Hermione bit her lip, staring at it and Ron asked again, “Hermione Granger, can I have you?”
“I…I’m already yours.”
The game begins. Ron grinned even wider.
“Come here, then.”
“Yes, Sir.” Hermione rose, and circled the desk to stand before him.
“Strip.”
“Yes,” Hermione’s voice came out as a whisper. Her heart was beating faster, anticipation building in her core. She stripped slowly, folding her clothes and placing them at Ron’s feet as she went.
Once she was naked, Ron stood and stepped close. He towered over her, and she shivered as his movement stirred the air around her bare skin. His pale arms were a stark contrast to her silky brown and he ran his large hands over her arms and up her back.
Ron looked down, and gently flicked at one pebbled nipple. Hermione’s whole body shuddered, and he chuckled as he watched the goosebumps raise over her skin. He circled behind her, his hand moving to cup her breast as the other dipped down to briefly brush against her sensitive entrance before it came up to gently grip her throat.
“Mmm, seems like you’re all wet already, Darling.”
“Yes, I am,” Hermione closed her eyes, fighting to keep her hands at her sides.
“Hm, why’s that?” Ron asked coyly, kissing her cheek, and then the top of her head.
Hermione’s breath caught as he stood upright again and his hard length pressed into her arse and back. “Your gloves, Sir. I love your gloves.”
“Yeah? Like what? How they look… or how they feel when I touch you?” Both of Ron’s large hands were massaging her breasts, gently kneading, and not so gently starting to pinch at her nipples.
Hermione whined, “Both. I like both. I want you to touch me more, Sir.”
“More? hmm, and what shall I do with my sweet Hermione, then?”
He pulled away and moved behind her desk. He sat heavily in her chair, lacing his hands behind his head. Taking the gloves away from her body and line of sight was mean.
Hermione bit her lip, but couldn’t totally conceal the pout. He laughed softly, and said, “My sweet girl is a little bratty today, isn’t she?”
“I’ve not been—“
“Didn’t I tell you not to skip lunch?”
Hermione snapped her mouth shut.
“And what’s this full bottle of water? Have you had any?”
“Um,”
“Um,” Ron mimicked her. “That’s what I thought. Does this behavior earn my fingers stirring up that juicy cunt?”
Hermione licked her lips. She could feel her thighs moistening further as her pussy became even wetter. “No, Sir?”
“Right. So, what shall I do with a bad girl like you?”
Ron reached down, and pulled his hard cock free from his trousers. Hermione licked her lips, and had to drag her gaze back to bemused blue eyes.
“P-punish me, Sir?” It had been so long. She’d been so good, or at least…got away with being just a little bad. Ron seemed to be thinking something similar.
“I must have been too soft, lately, for you to think you could get away with this behavior. Come here.”
Hermione circled the desk again to stand before her husband. In hope of some leniency, she took initiative and moved her hands behind her back. “Good girl,” Ron acknowledged her action, but still patted his lap.
Nervous, heart pounding, Hermione hesitated. “Um, h-how many…”
“Until I feel you’ve learned your lesson, Love.”
When Hermione hesitated, Ron chuckled, “this disobedience only makes it worse.”
Hermione let out a whine, tears in her eyes. “I don’t like it.”
He reached up, gently caressing her cheek. “I know you don’t like it. That’s why it’s a punishment, Hermione. A clever witch like you should know this. You know how to make it stop.”
Hermione nodded. She did. The word, “Red” would stop the game. She was mostly neutral on pain. It neither turned her on or off. She was willing to endure it as a consequence or for a reward, though she knew Ron liked inflicting it more than he pretended. She didn’t really feel like getting spanked today…But if Hermione didn’t endure the punishment, she didn’t get the reward…
So she reluctantly lowered herself onto Ron’s lap. His thighs supported her under her belly and thighs, and she could feel he was already hard. She jumped when rich, buttery leather caressed one arse cheek.
She bit her lip again, trembling slightly.
“If you can’t keep your position I’m going to tie you up and keep you that way.”
SMACK!
Hermione’s whole body was lurched forward, her tits bouncing against the side of Ron’s thigh as she yelped.
SMACK!
“Where’s my ‘yes, Sir?’”
“Yes!” SMACK! “S-Sir!” SMACK!
After the sixth, Ron paused. “Are you sure you dislike this?”
Hermione cried out as he shoved two long fingers in her slick pussy. He wiggled his fingers around a moment, the wet noises of her juices echoing embarrassingly loudly.
“Ah, Ngh…”
Hermione reached down to grab his wrist, to urge him further inside.
“Ah, ah, ah,” her wrists were grabbed roughly and held together in one of Ron’s hands. “What did I say?”
“N-no! I thought you were done, Sir.”
“Did I say so?”
“N-no…”
“And don’t I usually say so?”
Hermione bit her lip.
“And you know it. You didn’t think I was finished, you were just so focused on your pussy, you forgot you were in the middle of a punishment.”
Hermione swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”
“So now my sweet Hermione is also a bad girl who lies.”
SMACK! SMACK!
Hermione cried out, writhing. He was hitting her harder now.
“I’m sorry, Sir! It hurts!”
Ron paused again, leaning down to kiss Hermione’s back. Then he must have waved his wand, and ropes snaked over her skin, binding her arms tightly from elbow to wrist.
“I know it hurts. Take them like a good girl for me and I’ll let you ride my cock while I’ll make you come with your precious dragon hide gloves.”
“W-will you tell me how many?”
“No, I’m afraid I can’t. If I tell you, my clever wife will just turn it into a task instead of a punishment by counting spankings until you’re done.”
Well, he had her there…sometimes she forgot her husband was really a pretty brilliant strategist.
He took her silence as the admission it was and laughed. “I want you to focus on what you’re enduring, and reflect on what you did that earned it.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
SMACK! Hermione couldn’t stop the little whimpers that turned to cries of pain, nor the tears or the way her body twitched and bucked, trying to escape. Ron held her firmly, giving equal attention to each buttock and leaving her smarting by time he stopped. She tried to distract herself with counting, but that made it worse without a goal and so she lost count somewhere after fifteen.
Ron gently ran his hand up one thigh and arse cheek, and she flinched, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. She could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “There, now, what have you done to earn this spanking?”
“I…I was a bad girl,” Hermione sniffled.
“How were you bad?”
“I didn’t listen when you said to eat and drink water, and I lied that I thought you were done when I moved after you said not to.”
“That’s right. Clever little witch, my wife is.” He helped her up, moving her so she was sitting on one thigh. Her stinging bottom pressed his trousers, and a he bit her lip again, hiding her face against his chest. It was so embarrassing, to know she must look a mess with tear stained cheeks. “Oh, come now, none of that.”
Still he let her hide a moment and rubbed her back while she collected herself a bit.
“It’s done, and if you’re a good girl for me, there won’t be any more.” Ron’s hands…his gloves…ran slowly over Hermione’s body.
“Yes,” she sniffled, sitting up. She watched his hands rove over her thighs and up to her breast. Her breath caught, tears and stress from the spanking quickly being forgotten. Ron used his thumb to pry her mouth open.
She complied, sucking the digit and swirling her tongue around, the taste of leather coating her mouth and making her go dizzy. “See, that’s my good girl. Here,” he moved her again, and at the same time, the ropes began to loosen. Her heart leapt, thinking he’d decided to undo the ropes, but she whined with disappointment when she instead found her wrists dragged overhead and secured behind Ron’s neck.
She didn’t hate bondage. In fact, sometimes it was very fun, but mostly she liked being able to touch herself and her Dom. She liked being free to show him she was good and could obey and endure without need for rope.
Now she was sitting on his lap, naked while he was still fully clothed. Her legs were spread out, hooked over his large thighs. He further separated his own legs, exposing her wet cunt even more. She shivered.
He still had his fingers in her mouth.
Drool dripped from her chin as he caught her tongue between two fingers, pulling and massaging. She moaned, her hips starting to swivel, grinding against his bare arousal resting tantalizingly against her pussy lips. His hand wandered down and suddenly slapped her pussy.
She cried out, jolting in place, her hips thrusting into his hand. “Seems you just like certain kinds of spanking,” Ron chuckled.
“Mmm,” she moaned again around his hand.
Then he took his fingers away. Embarrassingly, she followed, leaning to try and catch them again. He ran both hands slowly down her body, and then he was lifting her thighs.
She groaned louder than ever as his thick head pushed against her entrance.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Relax, love. Let me in your pretty little cunt. That’s it. That’s my good girl,” Ron groaned as he lowered Hermione fully onto his hard length. Her chest heaved, groaning as he stretched her. “Mm, I love this tight pussy, you know that? I love how you get so wet for me.”
Hermione didn’t respond. She went crosseyed as Ron pressed up against her cervix, and gasped out as her still smarting backside ground painfully against his trouser buttons.
She found her voice again as Ron began to run his hands over her body again. Up and over her thighs, up her abdomen. One hand stopped to tease her nipples while the other briefly squeezed her neck. She moaned through it all, writhing against Ron, squeezing his cock as her walls spasmed involuntarily.
“It’s like you’re trying to milk me,” he breathed in her ear. He wasn’t moving in her, and she felt pride that she was getting him to the point of panting just with this. She did it again on purpose, and he groaned, then laughed and thrust once hard into her from below.
Hermione let out a yelp, and he laughed again. “Don’t start games unless you’re prepared to lose, love.”
“I-I’m sorry, Sir. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“I do,” he assured her. “And I will be fucking you soon, don’t worry. But first, I believe I I owe you a reward for taking your punishment like a good girl.”
Hermione licked her lips, anticipation building. One hand stayed at her neck, keeping her gaze ahead at her home office door, but the other…started to stray downward.
He pressed lightly as he moved, dragging the leather over her where his own cock filled her. He reduced pressure as he descended until it was only the barest, featherlight touch that grazed her clit. She whined, and a second later he slapped her clit directly.
“Ahn!!”
She had no time to recover before he was pressing and swirling his fingers over her slick clit, pinching lightly and spreading her pussy lips further.
“My cute girl,” he whispered to her. “I love how she twitches and whines. My lovely bride, so smart and clever til I press her buttons and all her thoughts flee her head.”
Indeed Hermione had basically turned to mush, mind and body. Her hips bucked and swiveled under his touch. Her eyes were unfocused and her racing mind had gone silent, except three words.
“ More, more! More!” She moaned desperately, and he gave it to her. She screamed, hips spasming as he shoved two fingers inside with his thick cock, pressing her clit hard with his thumb. All the while he remained still, minus the throbbing of his member and kept his hold on her neck.
“I-I’m close. Can I come? Please, can I come? Please?”
“Go ahead,” he said, squeezing her neck. “Come. Now.”
Hermione was undone, screaming and spasming around her husband. She gasped, her back arching as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Before she quite came down, he said, “Bounce for me, Hermione. Make me come with that tight little cunt.”
Still sensitive and mind mostly blank, she moved to comply, moaning as he pressed her each time she lifted up and let herself fall onto his hard length. When her legs began to tire, she switched momentarily to grinding her hips, eyes rolling back as he cupped and pinched her nipples as she moved. She could feel him shaking, the pulsating of his cock told her he was close.
She went back to bouncing, and a second later, he seized her hips and slammed her down. She cried out as she was impaled fully on him.
She could feel the hit spurts of come painting her insides, and vaguely wondered if it would take this time. She panted, and so did he. “Hmm, good girl. That’s a very good girl, he cooed, running both hands up her thighs and kissing her arm.
She pulled lightly at her bonds around his neck. “Are you going to let me go so I can hug you?” She asked, leaning back on him.
“Hmm, nah.”
“Wha-Ah!”
He gripped her thighs and stood, his cock still buried inside her. He transferred both thighs to one arm, and grabbed her cup from the desk. He held it to her lips.
She drank, mostly to keep it spilling as he ripped it without warning.
When the cup was empty, he took up her thighs in each hand again, spreading her once more as he moved toward the stairs.
“Ah! R-Ron! Sir! I…”
“Shh, we’re gonna go up to the bedroom so I can fuck that pretty cunt properly. I’ll keep my gloves on for you. How’s that sound. Does that sound fun?”
Hermione could only make incoherent noises as he ascended the stairs.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”