When Draco came up behind her in the library, Hermione was so surprised that she squeaked and dropped all the books in her hands.
Draco apologized for scaring her and got down on the floor with her to help her pick everything up.
She thought he was being nice, and he was. But as long as Hermione’s ass was right in front of him, in this extremely vulnerable position.
Draco used both hands under her dress to pull her panties up into a wedgie.
Hermione squeaked again and turned around to look at Draco.
“I can’t believe you did that!” She whispered.
“I can’t believe how good your ass looks like that.” He smirked and gave one cheek a smack that sounded too loud for the near-silent library. But no one seemed to notice.
He pulled on her panties again, making the wedgie tighter and shoving the fabric completely between her cheeks, making her whole ass on display for him.
Hermione tried to squirm away from another smack but he pushed her off her knees, flat on her stomach.
With one hand on her back holding her down all she could do was take Draco’s spankings.
She still wiggled and squirmed under his hand. Her ass was stinging. It burned in a way she wasn’t used to.
Hermione was used to pain in her asscrack from her wedgies. But this was pain on her ass. It felt like it was everywhere. Could she even sit down.
“Your ass is prettier when it’s all red.” Draco said.
Hermione hated to admit it but she didn’t want him to stop.
But then he shoved her over onto her back and yanked her panties up in the front.
Hermione’s mouth fell open.
It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Her ass burned when it hit the floor.
But she didn’t realize how aroused she got from being spanked until she felt the fabric rubbing against her clit.
She tried move a little, to give herself more friction, but any movement made pain shoot through her sore ass.
She expected Draco to keep teasing her clit. Keep playing with her wedgie. But he didn’t.
He stood and helped her up. She accepted his offered hand, a little disappointed.
Draco smirked to himself as he picked up the stack of Hermione’s books, watching her try to hide her pout as she stood waiting for him to hand them to her.
He wasn’t finished with her. Not nearly. He took her books and walked away with them.
She had to follow him.
Hermione followed Draco to a secluded table in the back of the library. He put her books on the table and sat down.
He didn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable, more than Hermione realized.
She went to sit next to him but Draco blocked her from pulling the chair out.
“Uh uh, under.” Draco pointed under the table where his dick was already out of his pants. And already hard for her.
Hermione hated how willing she felt to get down on the floor. She knew she should say no. Just leave. Go pick her wedgie out her ass. But she wanted to get under the table.
“You want me to suck your dick?” She asked.
“No. I just want you to hold it for me.”
Draco chuckled at Hermione’s confused expression.
“Hold it in your mouth. In case I decide I wanna piss.”
Hermione’s stomach dipped.
What if she held his dick in her mouth for hours before he decided to piss?
“Or suck me off, since you seem so eager for that.” Draco added with a smirk.
Hermione let Draco guide her down with a hand on her shoulder, and crawled under the table.
She settled between his legs and gently took him in her mouth.
She wondered if this was right. Should she take him deeper, into her throat? What about the rest of his dick?
“Good girl.” Draco started stroking her hair soothingly.
Hermione stayed like that, kneeling with Draco’s dick in her mouth. As much as she could comfortably fit. He didn’t push her to take more. Just had her kneel like that.
She felt bored. She felt nervous. She felt horny.
She started moving her tongue around in her mouth. Exploring the shape of his dick. Of the soft tip.
Draco pulled her hair in warning.
“No sucking. Just hold it for me.”
Hermione stopped licking him. She switched to fidgeting with her hands. Draco didn’t say she couldn’t touch him.
She gently ran her fingertips over the length of him that didn’t fit her mouth. Up and down, up and down.
“Granger!” Draco growled above her.
He didn’t say stop. She moved her fingers faster.
Draco’s hand tightened in her hair and he forced her to take his full length in one swallow. Hermione’s eyes watered but Draco held her there, lips against the base of his dick.
“Can you be a good girl and be still?”
Hermione nodded around his dick. So Draco let her go.
Hermione gasped for air. She rocked from side to side on her knees, trying to find a little friction between her legs.
Draco guided his dick back into Hermione’s mouth and she held it there, unmoving.
But Draco felt the little hums of vibration coming from Hermione’s mouth. When he looked under the table to check on her, he chuckled.
She didn’t adjust her wedgie at all. She was rubbing the bunched up fabric of her panties over her clit. And she couldn’t help moaning a little on his dick.
“Hermione, would you rather hump my leg?” Draco asked.
Hermione wasn’t sure. But then Draco was sliding his foot between her legs and she was wrapping her arms around his leg without even really thinking about it.
He held his leg at an angle and Hermione gasped, feeling his foot under her ass. But his hard shin against her pussy was practically begging her to rub against it.
She could still hold his dick in her mouth and ride his leg. And she clung to him and rocked her hips, tentatively at first. But once she found the right pace, and the right pressure. She couldn’t stop.
She wasn’t exactly holding his dick still in her mouth. Her whole body moving while she humped his leg. But Draco wouldn’t say anything.
He wanted her to cum. Maybe he could punish her for the teasing little thrusts of her mouth another time.
Hermione’s legs were shaking. She held on to Draco, squeezing his leg so hard she was sure he’d have his own red marks to match her ass.
She tried to hold his dick still in her mouth but she kept opening her mouth to wide so she could let out panting breaths and whatever obscene noises she was making.
She hoped she wasn’t too loud. She hoped no one noticed.
Draco grabbed Hermione by her hair and moved her head in a sloppy bobbing up and down over his dick. She moaned.
She wanted to make him cum. She hoped he came. The thought of it pushed her closer to her own orgasm.
Draco’s dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged on it. Over and over. Draco’s hand tightened in her hair.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back. Her grinding stuttered. Draco could feel her hot wet pussy fluttering through the fabric of her panties and his pants.
“Good girl. Cumming on my leg. Such a good girl.” He praised her.
Draco kept fucking Hermione’s mouth. She tried to bob her head, to help, but she was nearly boneless after her orgasm.
Draco was happy to hold her up. Let her lean on his leg and fuck into her.
It didn’t much for him to finish. And Hermione swallowed his cum greedily. She kept sucking on his softening dick like it might give her more.
Draco tried his best to sit and take it. So this is what it felt like when they tortured her with overstimulation? Hermione was strong!
Draco clenched his teeth and let Hermione play with his soft dick with her mouth but he barely lasted a minute.
He yanked her off by her hair.
“Do you want me to make you cum again?”
He had been planning to. But now he had a change of heart.
Hermione shook head no.
Draco was still panting, struggling to catch his breath, when he helped Hermione up off the floor.
Draco wasn’t sure what to do now. It felt wrong to just leave her here.
But Hermione sat down next to him and picked one of her books up off the table.
Draco followed her lead.
So they sat there together in awkward silence, reading. Neither mentioning what just happened under the table.