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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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51,756
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424
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A New Game
The characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Updated 10-28-06
I appreciate all your kind comments on the story. Sorry, xVampyrx, I'm already married, but thank you for the compliment. I'll just try to keep writing and that may solve the problem. 8-)
Well, a bit of spanking is coming up (very mild S&M), and it's tame enough for most. Enjoy!
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Chapter Eighteen – A New Game
Dinner that evening was nearly a silent meal with both parties remembering their impromptu quickie that morning and anticipating their evening together with similar attitudes. Lucius was excited and aroused, but also worried that this was his only chance to move his forever wife toward behaviors that he truly needed to be happy. If she balked, his future would be bleak.
Hermione was strangely excited too, but worried what her husband would think of her interest and participation. No matter how she tried to tell herself that he wanted her to like more ‘flavored’ sex, she was dragged down by the thought of tarnishing her image in his eyes. Why she should care eluded her completely. Once again, Lucius had introduced an unexpected variation in bed when he took her from the rear, but Hermione decided to let it go. It hadn’t been scary or painful, just different and, she admitted, exciting. Maybe she should trust him a little more.
During the day she had gone shopping and bought a new floor length silk robe – in pink, just to be ornery - but her best purchase was a shorty peignoir set in naughty sheer black for the night’s events. The budding siren snickered to herself; she was going to look hot while she smacked his bum.
Lucius opened his bedroom door to her that evening showing her into the room but taking her over to the end of the bed. He was wearing his robe as usual. “I should explain a bit about some of the safety rules you need to know. I’ll have to keep my legs closed, so you don’t accidentally damage me permanently. If I say ‘stop’ that means you need to stop right away. You will have the same privilege if you choose to be spanked. I like to bend over the end of the bed, but you may prefer to be across my lap. I admit I would like that best if I’m spanking you.”
The siren took over and questioned, “Lucius is it your choice where I spank you? Or is it mine?”
Lucius was astonished – and gratified. “Very good, Hermione. The choice is yours. Do you have something in mind?” Lucius was smiling at his wife with approval. Could he really have gotten that lucky?
Hermione looked around the bedroom and nonchalantly slipped off her new robe, listening closely for any reaction from her tame Death Eater. She heard a fast intake of breath, quickly stifled. She turned toward Lucius and was rewarded, seeing his eyes doubling as twin lasers staring holes in her brief peignoir. “See anything you like, my dear?” Hermione mimicked Lucius’ words of days ago.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” replied Lucius. His eyes never left her torso.
“Perhaps you can earn the right to remove my peignoir,” the siren suggested daringly.
Lucius was elated, “Whatever Mistress desires.” His arctic eyes began to sparkle like sunlight on ice.
“First I need those paddles you bought.”
“Right here,” Lucius took two small leather-covered paddles off the side bureau of the bed and gave them to her. “Pick the one whose weight appeals to you.”
“I think you need to call me Mistress when you address me,” Hermione was starting to get into this game. Lucius was right, it was fun. Having Lucius at her mercy was a real rush.
“Of course, Mistress. Forgive me,” Lucius waited for her direction, trying to appear meek, but his unconscious arrogance showed through. It would always be the same for Lucius, who didn’t have a truly submissive bone in his body. It was why he liked the role-playing so much. It gave him a vicarious taste of what he could never really be, nor ever wanted to be in reality.
Hermione walked over to Lucius and reached up, trailing her fingers through his hair from scalp to ends, scalp to ends, for nearly a minute until she had him purring as he stood still for her. She settled into the easy chair near the bed and whispered, “On your hands and knees, slave.”
Lucius was startled but compliant. He dropped to his hands and knees in front of her, facing sideways. He carefully placed his genitals forward and closed his thighs putting his knees together.
Hermione petted him along his spine, and caressed his buttocks, then tested the resiliency of his butt muscles. She selected one of the paddles and rubbed it on his butt, then said, “Beg me for the paddle, slave.”
“Please Mistress, paddle me,” Lucius murmured in a velvety voice, wanting it.
Hermione drew back and gave Lucius a slight swat, then another, then another, building up the pressure with each blow. She watched Lucius close his eyes and positively luxuriate in the pain. He hung his head down letting his hair obscure his face and she realized he was savoring each sting of the paddle. His pleasure in the punishment was making her hot – and very wet. She wasn’t hitting him as hard as she could, but she wasn’t making it easy either. Hermione stopped swatting him and reached under him to feel his erection while she caressed his butt with sliding movements of the paddle, soothing the sting. She did love that cock and it was like warm steel tonight. She found that he was intensely sensitive to her touch when he was being smacked. No wonder he liked this. Would it be the same for her?
“Ah, Mistress, no. Not yet. Gods, not yet,” begged Lucius. Having her rub his cock was sending him over the edge before he wanted to go. He tilted his hips away from her hand - arrogant Lucius emerging for a second when the role-playing got away from his control.
Hermione stepped up the force of the swats in retaliation, telling him with her paddle to return to his position, but she did allow him to have a breather by removing her hand briefly. Only briefly. Then she resumed the slide of her hand on his shaft in tempo with her swats, until he started panting, “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress, yes, yes,” and then he threw back his head and roared his release, his body shaking uncontrollably with his orgasm. He dropped limply supine onto the carpet for a few minutes, his quick mind for once completely shut down, floating in serenity. He had needed that for so long… Finally recovering from his delightful, erotic ordeal, he looked up lazily at his wife. “How did you know?” he asked, curious.
“I did some research in your library on spanking. It has a rather good collection of erotica.”
“I might have known,” Lucius smiled. “For once I can’t complain about your know-it-all love affair with books. Thank you. You did that exceedingly well. The timing was excellent.” Lucius beckoned her down to the carpet and whispered, “Why don’t you sit on my face, so I can have some of that juice you’re making for me, hmm?” Lucius was so relaxed he was willing to do anything for his wife just then. His bum hurt but in a good way.
Hermione blushed, knowing he could see the peignoir was wet in places, but he had definitely earned the right to have her clothes removed. She peeled off the wrapper part, leaving the tiny nightie underneath.
“That too, please. The nightdress is beautiful, but it will only get in the way. I want my mouth full of you, not material.”
Hermione took off her nightie too and gingerly settled over Lucius, but he forcefully spread her thighs on each side of his head and sighed with contentment as he began licking her folds, pulling them apart so he could get to her clit. He massaged her buttocks with deep squeezes, pulling her firmly toward him while he sucked her into oblivion.
Hermione instantly learned that paddling Lucius had pushed her almost to the edge of her own orgasm, and she needed little help to go screaming into a swoon as her body lit up with a fierce climax. Lucius caught her on the way down and gently settled her beside him on the carpet. Hermione came to a few seconds later and looked over at Lucius. They were both grinning like Cheshire cats.
Lucius groaned and got up pulling Hermione with him. He walked her over to the bed and put her into it, then got in himself on the other side. He wrapped them both in the covers, kissed her good night and was out in the blink of an owl’s eye. Hermione wanted to think about her new experience, but fell asleep with only half a thought formed. He’d kissed her…
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As ever, a review or six is always appreciated. Let me know what you think of this chapter.
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Updated 10-28-06
I appreciate all your kind comments on the story. Sorry, xVampyrx, I'm already married, but thank you for the compliment. I'll just try to keep writing and that may solve the problem. 8-)
Well, a bit of spanking is coming up (very mild S&M), and it's tame enough for most. Enjoy!
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Chapter Eighteen – A New Game
Dinner that evening was nearly a silent meal with both parties remembering their impromptu quickie that morning and anticipating their evening together with similar attitudes. Lucius was excited and aroused, but also worried that this was his only chance to move his forever wife toward behaviors that he truly needed to be happy. If she balked, his future would be bleak.
Hermione was strangely excited too, but worried what her husband would think of her interest and participation. No matter how she tried to tell herself that he wanted her to like more ‘flavored’ sex, she was dragged down by the thought of tarnishing her image in his eyes. Why she should care eluded her completely. Once again, Lucius had introduced an unexpected variation in bed when he took her from the rear, but Hermione decided to let it go. It hadn’t been scary or painful, just different and, she admitted, exciting. Maybe she should trust him a little more.
During the day she had gone shopping and bought a new floor length silk robe – in pink, just to be ornery - but her best purchase was a shorty peignoir set in naughty sheer black for the night’s events. The budding siren snickered to herself; she was going to look hot while she smacked his bum.
Lucius opened his bedroom door to her that evening showing her into the room but taking her over to the end of the bed. He was wearing his robe as usual. “I should explain a bit about some of the safety rules you need to know. I’ll have to keep my legs closed, so you don’t accidentally damage me permanently. If I say ‘stop’ that means you need to stop right away. You will have the same privilege if you choose to be spanked. I like to bend over the end of the bed, but you may prefer to be across my lap. I admit I would like that best if I’m spanking you.”
The siren took over and questioned, “Lucius is it your choice where I spank you? Or is it mine?”
Lucius was astonished – and gratified. “Very good, Hermione. The choice is yours. Do you have something in mind?” Lucius was smiling at his wife with approval. Could he really have gotten that lucky?
Hermione looked around the bedroom and nonchalantly slipped off her new robe, listening closely for any reaction from her tame Death Eater. She heard a fast intake of breath, quickly stifled. She turned toward Lucius and was rewarded, seeing his eyes doubling as twin lasers staring holes in her brief peignoir. “See anything you like, my dear?” Hermione mimicked Lucius’ words of days ago.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” replied Lucius. His eyes never left her torso.
“Perhaps you can earn the right to remove my peignoir,” the siren suggested daringly.
Lucius was elated, “Whatever Mistress desires.” His arctic eyes began to sparkle like sunlight on ice.
“First I need those paddles you bought.”
“Right here,” Lucius took two small leather-covered paddles off the side bureau of the bed and gave them to her. “Pick the one whose weight appeals to you.”
“I think you need to call me Mistress when you address me,” Hermione was starting to get into this game. Lucius was right, it was fun. Having Lucius at her mercy was a real rush.
“Of course, Mistress. Forgive me,” Lucius waited for her direction, trying to appear meek, but his unconscious arrogance showed through. It would always be the same for Lucius, who didn’t have a truly submissive bone in his body. It was why he liked the role-playing so much. It gave him a vicarious taste of what he could never really be, nor ever wanted to be in reality.
Hermione walked over to Lucius and reached up, trailing her fingers through his hair from scalp to ends, scalp to ends, for nearly a minute until she had him purring as he stood still for her. She settled into the easy chair near the bed and whispered, “On your hands and knees, slave.”
Lucius was startled but compliant. He dropped to his hands and knees in front of her, facing sideways. He carefully placed his genitals forward and closed his thighs putting his knees together.
Hermione petted him along his spine, and caressed his buttocks, then tested the resiliency of his butt muscles. She selected one of the paddles and rubbed it on his butt, then said, “Beg me for the paddle, slave.”
“Please Mistress, paddle me,” Lucius murmured in a velvety voice, wanting it.
Hermione drew back and gave Lucius a slight swat, then another, then another, building up the pressure with each blow. She watched Lucius close his eyes and positively luxuriate in the pain. He hung his head down letting his hair obscure his face and she realized he was savoring each sting of the paddle. His pleasure in the punishment was making her hot – and very wet. She wasn’t hitting him as hard as she could, but she wasn’t making it easy either. Hermione stopped swatting him and reached under him to feel his erection while she caressed his butt with sliding movements of the paddle, soothing the sting. She did love that cock and it was like warm steel tonight. She found that he was intensely sensitive to her touch when he was being smacked. No wonder he liked this. Would it be the same for her?
“Ah, Mistress, no. Not yet. Gods, not yet,” begged Lucius. Having her rub his cock was sending him over the edge before he wanted to go. He tilted his hips away from her hand - arrogant Lucius emerging for a second when the role-playing got away from his control.
Hermione stepped up the force of the swats in retaliation, telling him with her paddle to return to his position, but she did allow him to have a breather by removing her hand briefly. Only briefly. Then she resumed the slide of her hand on his shaft in tempo with her swats, until he started panting, “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress, yes, yes,” and then he threw back his head and roared his release, his body shaking uncontrollably with his orgasm. He dropped limply supine onto the carpet for a few minutes, his quick mind for once completely shut down, floating in serenity. He had needed that for so long… Finally recovering from his delightful, erotic ordeal, he looked up lazily at his wife. “How did you know?” he asked, curious.
“I did some research in your library on spanking. It has a rather good collection of erotica.”
“I might have known,” Lucius smiled. “For once I can’t complain about your know-it-all love affair with books. Thank you. You did that exceedingly well. The timing was excellent.” Lucius beckoned her down to the carpet and whispered, “Why don’t you sit on my face, so I can have some of that juice you’re making for me, hmm?” Lucius was so relaxed he was willing to do anything for his wife just then. His bum hurt but in a good way.
Hermione blushed, knowing he could see the peignoir was wet in places, but he had definitely earned the right to have her clothes removed. She peeled off the wrapper part, leaving the tiny nightie underneath.
“That too, please. The nightdress is beautiful, but it will only get in the way. I want my mouth full of you, not material.”
Hermione took off her nightie too and gingerly settled over Lucius, but he forcefully spread her thighs on each side of his head and sighed with contentment as he began licking her folds, pulling them apart so he could get to her clit. He massaged her buttocks with deep squeezes, pulling her firmly toward him while he sucked her into oblivion.
Hermione instantly learned that paddling Lucius had pushed her almost to the edge of her own orgasm, and she needed little help to go screaming into a swoon as her body lit up with a fierce climax. Lucius caught her on the way down and gently settled her beside him on the carpet. Hermione came to a few seconds later and looked over at Lucius. They were both grinning like Cheshire cats.
Lucius groaned and got up pulling Hermione with him. He walked her over to the bed and put her into it, then got in himself on the other side. He wrapped them both in the covers, kissed her good night and was out in the blink of an owl’s eye. Hermione wanted to think about her new experience, but fell asleep with only half a thought formed. He’d kissed her…
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As ever, a review or six is always appreciated. Let me know what you think of this chapter.