The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER TEN: Punishing the Wicked







. “You have been a very naughty wizard, Lucius Malfoy, and you deserve to be punished.”





Lucius gasped at her words and Severus smirked. Oh yes, the little witch definitely had a promising future with Lucius. She would need to be strong if she was going to handle him or he would walk all over her. Severus joined her behind Lucius and he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn’t quite as bold when Lucius could no longer see her.





“Hold it firmly.” Severus wrapped his hand around hers on the handle. “Aim for the top half of the buttocks and the lower back….any lower and the knots could catch his testicles and hurt him.” He whispered. “Firm but not too hard with your strikes; you want it to sting, not to flay the skin from his bones.”





Severus released the handle and settled his hands on her waist. She took a deep breath, drew back her arm and landed the first blow to the upper curve of his bum. His back arched and he groaned.







“Perfect, now strike him again.” Severus whispered. She landed several more blows to his backside until it was bright red and scorching to the touch. He groaned, hissed and gasped with every blow she delivered, his back arching, the muscles of his torso and arms straining beautifully. She was breathing heavily, her arm tired. Severus pried the flogger gently from her fingers and massaged her shoulders. “You did well, Hermione.” He whispered.







“I didn’t expect it to be so draining.” She said, leaning into him for support. Lucius was slumped in his bonds, his head dropped forward, and sweat was rolling down his back. “Did I hurt him?”







“Ask him, but don’t coddle him.” Severus whispered, pushing her forward. She squared her shoulders and rested her cool hand on the small of his back, caressing the scorching skin of his bum.









“Are you alright, Lucius?” She asked, caressing the reddened skin gently as she stepped in front of him. He stared at her through the curtain of his hair. “I’m going to remove the gag, be nice and watch your tongue or I will replace it.” She said, reaching up to loosen the buckle at the back of his head and pull the straps forward. He rotated his jaw slowly, his eyes flashing as he peered down at her. “Now, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” She asked again.







“No…Mistress…you did not hurt me.” He said softly. Hermione looked over at Severus and he smiled softly and dangled the little clips from his finger.







“Good, I wouldn’t want you to be damaged before your punishment is complete.” She said. His face flushed and Hermione noticed the impossibly hard state of his arousal. “My goodness, Lucius, did you enjoy your punishment?” She asked.







“Yes, Mistress.” He answered, his cock twitching slightly.









“You strapped me to a bench and tormented me, Lucius.” She said softly as Severus came up beside her and dropped the little chain into her waiting palm. Lucius stared down at the little silver clips and he whimpered slightly. “I think it is time I returned the favor.” She said, sliding her palm over his chest, her fingers toying with his nipples, plucking at the small buds until they hardened. She bent her head, circling them with her tongue and sucking each one until he was hissing and arching into her. She pulled back and attached the little padded clips to his erect nipples, tugging the chain slightly with her index finger. “Pretty.” She said, causing Severus to chuckle and Lucius to glare at him.





Hermione’s eyes were locked on Lucius’s straining erection; he was a beautifully built specimen without a doubt. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked her palm, causing both wizards to gasp softly. She wrapped her slickened fingers around Lucius’s shaft and caressed him gently, tugging on the chain between the clips gently as she did so.







“Son of a fucking….oh gods woman!” Lucius groaned. He opened his eyes to stare at Severus who was watching the little witch in amazement. He closed his eyes once more and tried to think of every horrible thing he could to keep from coming right then.





She took him to the edge, stroking his cock and tugging on the little chain connecting his nipples until he nearly spilled into her hand. When she felt him begin to pulse, his balls drawing up tight against his body she loosened her hold for a few moments and waited until he calmed down.







“You know, I find it rather interesting that you don’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed to be trussed up naked in front of your friend.” Hermione said, stroking her fingertips lightly along his length. “In fact, the only time you seem distressed is when Severus has his hands on me.”







Lucius didn’t say anything, but Hermione could see the corner of his mouth twitch, a grin threatening. She looked over her shoulder and saw Severus leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed, and a smug expression on his face as he watched them.







“So this isn’t the first time the two of you have played these little games together, is it?” She asked. She tugged harder on the chain and Lucius gasped. “Answer me!”







“No, Mistress, this isn’t the first time.” He growled. Hermione pursed her lips and took a step back.







“So I have been duped once more….” She said thoughtfully, slipping her little fingers beneath the hem of her sleeve and withdrawing her wand. Lucius squeezed his eyes closed, expecting her to hex him. Instead what he heard was Severus swearing and chains rattling. When he opened his eyes it was to find Severus bound in the same manner as himself, naked and at the mercy of a rather vindictive little witch.







Lucius’s laughter echoed when he noted the stunned look on Severus’s face. The dark wizard was staring, mouth slack at Hermione, wondering just how long the little witch had been hiding such Slytherinesque tendencies.







“Quiet, Lucius, it is impolite to gloat.” She said, moving forward once more to face Severus. “You tricked me, Severus. Here I believed you wanted to help me take loverboy over there down a notch when all along this was a game the two of you were quite used to playing.”







“This wasn’t planned, Hermione. He asked me to come to dinner to taunt you…Lucius enjoys seeing others discomfort, he wanted you riled so he could be the one to soothe you.” Severus said quietly.







“I’m not so sure I believe you.” She said, reaching out to push his hair back from his face. “I think that the two of you have made a habit of seeking out young witches to play with.”







“You were never just a toy-witch, Hermione. I’m sorry if I led you to believe you were.” Lucius said.







“Perhaps you were just a toy-wizard, Lucius. A pleasant diversion to pass the time locked within the ministry basements. Did you ever consider that?” She asked, sliding her hand over Severus’s shoulder, twining her fingers in the silky curls dusting his chest.







“No, you can’t hide your innocence; you were practically a virgin when I took you.” Lucius said softly.







“Practically, but not quite.” She said, finding the small nipple hidden beneath Severus’s chest hair and tweaking it slightly. She heard his small grown and smiled. “How many witches have the two of you shared over the years?”





Neither wizard answered, they looked at one another but said nothing. Hermione smiled, pulling her lower lip between her teeth while she continued to caress Severus’s torso.







“Too many to count? My goodness, aren’t we a deviant pair?” She raked her nails lightly over his rippled abdomen, her fingertips skirting his navel and following the silky line of hair that led to his groin. “Oh….now that is impressive.” She said softly, feathering her fingertips over his burgeoning erection. “Very impressive.”





Severus hissed and clenched his teeth, trying not to push his hips forward into her touch.





“You are very good at distraction, Severus. I normally catch on to things earlier than this…of course now that I know what you were up to, you are going to have to be punished as well.” Hermione lifted onto her toes and captured his lips with hers. He didn’t resist, the little witch had the sweetest mouth he had ever come across. She pulled back and to his surprise nipped the bridge of her nose before slipping away to Lucius.





She looked up into crystalline blue eyes that made her pulse race. She laid her hands on the side of his neck and tugged his head down to kiss him as well. Their kisses were so very different, as opposite as their appearance. Severus was a slow, methodical seducer with his lips and tongue, he sneaked in with gentleness and sensuality when you expected him to devour and ravish.





Lucius took, he plundered and pillaged with tongue, lips and teeth when one expected him to be a sensualist, to enjoy the gentle, refined exchange of pleasure. Night and Day were the two wizards who were now her captives. She pulled back and brushed her nose against his.





“Hermione, you are too young, too innocent to play with two wizards at once.” He whispered.







“Then you shouldn’t have challenged me, Lucius. I’m not a witch who backs down easily and the sooner you learn that, the better.” She said before ducking around behind them.







“You are going to pay for this in spades, Lucius.” Severus whispered harshly.







“You started it, you were just supposed to tease the witch, make her a bit uncomfortable. You are the one who started in with the games, you deserve what you get. Though this is the first time you have been on the receiving end, should prove interesting.” Lucius smirked.







“That’s because, unlike you, I have no interest in being on the receiving end. The little witch learns too fast and too well, she always did, I should have known better.” He mumbled, listening for any indication of what she intended to do.











Hermione braced her hands on the table against the wall and hung her head. She took several deep, cleansing breaths to calm her shaking nerves. She couldn’t believe that she had two former death eaters chained up in the Malfoy dungeons, naked and aroused. She had never dreamed of such a moment, even in her wildest fantasies. She shook it off and gathered her courage. She wasn’t going to let them get by with their games, not at her expense.





She reached for the long, leather paddle lying on the table and gripped the handle tight. She turned around and faced the two rather nice male bottoms requiring her attention. She would have to take it easy on Lucius; his bottom was already red and no doubt smarting from the flogger. She stopped when she saw the scars on Severus’s back. They criss crossed like a woven pattern over his pale flesh and made her slightly nauseous to think of how they must have hurt.







She reached out and brushed her fingers over the silvered lines. She felt him flinch but did not withdraw her touch. She leaned in and pressed her lips to the marks as though she could ease the hurt from so long ago.





“Such a crime to mar such handsome flesh.” She whispered softly. She slid her hand down over his lower back to caress his bottom. “But this is nice and smooth isn’t it?” She gave his bum a squeeze and then a sharp slap that sounded like a thunder clap in the stone cell. Severus jumped, looking over at Lucius in surprise. Lucius started laughing only to receive a swat himself. “Be quiet, Lucius!” He snapped his mouth closed with a barely audible Yes, Mistress.







Hermione recalled Severus’s earlier instructions and gripped the paddle’s handle firmly, keeping her wrist straight. The paddle was heavy and she knew that she would only get a few blows in before her arm got tired. She drew her arm back and then brought the paddle down firmly against the fleshy part of Severus’s backside.







“Holy shit!” He hissed, wincing at the stinging blow of the paddle against his flesh. Lucius snickered so she landed his already rosy bottom a blow as well.





“You two should be ashamed of yourselves for playing me the way you have.” She said, landing another blow to each of them, Severus more forcefully than Lucius as his bottom wasn’t already sore. The smooth, pale flesh pinkened nicely and she smiled.





“Apologize!” She delivered yet another stinging blow to each man.







“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Severus said, grunting when another blow struck.







“I apologize, Mistress.” Lucius said, groaning in response to his punishment. Hermione tossed the paddle onto the table and walked back around to stand in front of him. She accio’d a wooden ladder back chair and took a seat. She was situated close to them, right in the middle.







“The two of you don’t look very repentant.” She said, admiring the hard cocks straining towards her. “In fact you seem to have enjoyed your punishment more than you should have.” She was tired, emotionally and physically exhausted. She looked up at the two of them, stretched and hanging from the ceiling. She brought her hands to her mouth, licking both palms and reaching out to them, taking them in each hand and stroking softly. She brushed her thumbs over the tips and listened to them both hissing and moaning beneath her touch. Power was a heady thing and it was draining as well.







She loved watching them, writhing within the confines of their chains, responding to her touch so beautifully. She gripped them tighter, moving her hand faster until she felt Lucius begin to pulse within her grasp, then Severus. It wasn’t long before the dungeon was filled with the hoarse shouts of wizards in the throes of release, their sticky emissions shooting onto the barren floor as they slumped, limp and breathless in their bonds.







Hermione cast a cleansing spell on her hands, the floor and the wizards before rising from her chair. She stepped up to Severus and raised her wand, releasing him from the chains that held him before putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly, her lips moving over his, her tongue teasing lightly before she pressed her cheek to his.





“Thank you, for not humiliating me or making fun of me, for letting me fulfill a long forgotten fantasy.” She whispered into his ear, surprised to feel his arms go around her and hug her tight against him briefly before he released her and began gathering his clothing.







Hermione stepped over to Lucius and pushed his hair back before putting her arms around him and releasing his chains. She kissed him passionately, her fingers fisting in his hair before pulling back and burying her face into the side of his neck. Tears stung her eyes as he held her close, stroking his hands over her back slowly.





“I could have loved you. More than you could have ever imagined, but I will not be played with.” She kissed his neck and backed away. With a sad smile and a loud crack, she was gone.