Just Around the Riverbend

Daughter of a serpent - See? I told you it would work!!

Chrisddavis
Citten
distinctlyME
LaBibliographe
Voracious Reader
KippersDancingOnMyToes
Anathema
blue
lilashannah
margaritama

All right, everyone! I had more that I was going to add to this, but since the other part could stand alone as another chapter, I decided to post what I had here so that you guys wouldn't have to go so long without an update. The next one is drool worthy, so I warn you not to burn out too much on this one. Okay? Everyone read the memo? No? Banana muffins with cream cheese frosting? Chocolate brownies and cherry pie? Good. Have a nice night.

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Hermione looked shocked. She’d thought it would be over the pants. It was one reason she’d worn jeans. She thought she’d have a little protection. But the look on Lucius’ face told her she’d best comply quickly. Her hands came up to her buttons, and she slowly unfastened them and lowered the zipper. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waist band and pushed them down, not stopping until she reached her knees. She stood back up, her face turning all shades of red.

Lucius nearly groaned when he saw her neatly trimmed muff. She had cut it into a tidy diamond-shape, and it was a most attractive dark brown. He pulled her over his lap by one of her hands, and situated her on his legs so that she was in optimum spanking position. He rested his hand on her bare, quivering bottom, and felt her stiffen.

The first blow didn’t hurt as much as it shocked Hermione. She gasped and jumped.

“Oh!” she cried when the sting turned warm. The second blow came a few seconds later, and she gasped again. He was slow and steady for now, allowing her time to become accustomed to the swats. After about fifteen slaps to her rear, Hermione started to relax. This wasn’t so bad.

As soon as Lucius felt her start to go lax he upped the ante. The next blow came harder to the previous ones, causing Hermione to yelp.

“Ow! That hurt!” she howled, squirming on his lap. He said nothing as he continued with the harder pace.

Hermione writhed under the hard blows, whimpering ever so often. It was uncomfortably warm on her backside, but she could already feel the heat seeping into her core as well. This pain…it was turning her on! She was such a pervert!

Lucius increased the force again, and Hermione could feel the tears start to prick the back of her eyes. This was smarting, damn it!

Lucius alternated between her two reddening cheeks, quite entranced at the soft jiggle they gave when smacked. He kept the unyielding pace for several minutes, finally hearing her sniffle miserably. He took the blows harder once more, and Hermione gave an earnest sob, kicking when his hand struck. He had worked her up gradually, enjoying the way she reacted to each level.

He could smell the musky scent of her arousal. She was still excited, despite the sting of his hand. Good. Very good. Were he a stereotypical villain, this would be an outstanding time to steeple his fingers and say ‘eeeeexcellent.’ But his hand was busy right now, and he was serious about what he was doing.

Hermione felt wetness on her face, and realized a few tears had escaped. She groaned as her bottom was set aflame, and it felt like it would engulf her for eternity. She tried to put her hand back to protect her bottom from these fiery new slaps, but Lucius’ free hand grabbed her wrist, and held it in place as her merciless punishment continued.

And then it stopped. She continued to whimper over the fire Lucius had set on her bottom, but she still squirmed from the fire he had lit in her core as well.

“Stand and face away from me.” Lucius commanded softly. She stood awkwardly from his lap, and knelt to pull up her jeans. He gave her a fresh slap on the rump. “Ah, ah! That’s not what I said, kitten.” He said. She whimpered as she stood straight and faced away from him. “Lovely.”

She was burning up. Gods, she was so wet!

She wanted to do several things. One, she wanted to thwack Lucius across the face in retribution. Two, she wanted to die from humiliation. Three, she wanted to jump Lucius and fuck him into next week. Three was looking very good.

She felt his fingers ghost over her bottom, and she groaned aloud.

“Lucius….”

He grinned broadly as he enjoyed his handiwork. Her bottom was colored a pretty dark pink, an erotic contrast between the creamy color her skin usually was.

“You lied, Hermione.” He said languidly, his finger running over the back of her thigh.

“What d-do you mean?” she asked, starting to turn around. Lucius put his hands on her hips to keep her in place.

“You lied. I asked you if you were aroused. You said no. I can smell you, Hermione.” He purred. Her entire body shuddered. “I told you, kitten. You are a woman who needs to have her fire stoked slowly. And I do believe I successfully stoked a fire. Don’t you?” he asked conversationally, trying his damndest to ignore the incessant throbbing in his pants.

“Yes.” She hissed.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked, standing up behind her.

“Yes.”

He was so close to her. She could smell his cologne again, spicy and clean. She closed her eyes and inhaled.

“You may return to your rooms now, Hermione.” He said softly. Hermione’s eyes snapped open.

“What?” she asked, surprised. She’d thought he would toss her over the arm of his chair and plow her like a field in spring. What was he playing at? “You aren’t going…to….attempt to…engage me?”

“Not tonight. I want you to go to your room and think about what you did. Tomorrow, if you are amenable, we may continue with our relationship. Tonight you were to learn a lesson.” He replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. He really did want to fuck her. But not now. She’d learn her lesson, damn it. He’d told her that the next day the slate would be wiped clean. If he played his cards right, he might only have one more night with Mrs. Palm and her five lovely daughters.

Hermione looked torn. She wanted sex, damn it! He’d worked her up like this and now he was sending her away. Well be like that then, you pompous arse! She could find a bit of relief with her own hands. She would make sure that tonight was the last night she came by her own hand. She was going to get him for this…

“Fine!” she snapped angrily. She bent down and grabbed the waist band of her jeans, pulling them up quickly. She gasped as the stiff material slid along her bottom, causing a jolt of pure lust to go straight to her clit. Damn it…she needed a vibrator. “Just fine! I’ll go back to my room and take care of it myself!” she added, and started to walk away. Lucius, startled, grabbed her arm.

“What?” he asked. She turned to him, a fiery gleam in her whiskey-colored eyes.

“I’m going back to my room to finger-fuck myself until I can’t feel my hand.” She said. Suddenly her expression brightened as she pulled out of his grasp. “Good night!” she said cheerfully, and walked from the room, shutting the door more forcefully than necessary. He stared at the closed door for a few moments, before cursing loudly. Damn it! That little chit’s words had gone straight to his cock. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until he did something about that.

One more night, and then he’d bury himself so deep into Hermione’s cleft that he’d be scraping her tonsils with the head of his cock.

Said appendage gave a vicious throb. Lucius sat back down in his leather chair, leaning back wearily. His hands expertly undid his thick leather belt, and he quickly unfastened his trousers, freeing his erection from its cloth prison. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard before.

Lucius was well-endowed. His cock, like the rest of him, was a beautiful specimen of manhood. It was a decent length, normally around eight inches, but he could probably top nine tonight, he was so hard. He not only had an impressive length, but his magnificent member was also very thick. He could fill a woman nicely.

He grasped the throbbing appendage in his hand, and gave a low groan. He thought about Hermione’s pale, jiggling bottom as he began to run his fist up and down his entire length. His other hand reached into his pants and began to message his balls. He grimaced as he felt the all-too-soon pressure building. He didn’t want to go so soon. He squeezed the base of his cock until the pressure faded somewhat, and then he started his build-up again. Oh yes…when he got hold of Hermione he was going to make sure she didn’t go anywhere for several hours. He increased his pace desperately on that thought, paying special attention the sensitive, fluted head.

He came with a shout, shooting three long jets of cum into the air, watching as it landed lewdly on his carpeting. He stroked himself limp, squeezing the last bit of cum from his dick. After a well-placed cleaning spell, he tucked his spent cock back into his trousers, content for a little while longer. At least until he thought about what Hermione was doing at that moment in her room, and he had to repeat the process all over.

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Hermione walked quickly to her room, the denim rubbing over her bottom as she went. She hadn’t been joking with Lucius. That pompous man-tart had worked her into a foaming mess, and then sent her on her way. She needed relief!

She almost ran for her room, and shut the door and locked it. She grabbed her wand from the night stand and started casting every silencing spell she knew. Then she began kicking off her clothes. She pulled off her trainers, and hopped across the room removing her socks. She doffed her jeans, sighing in relief as the horrid things stopped rubbing her poor bottom. Speaking of….

Naked from the waist down she walked to her floor-length mirror, and turned around. Her bottom was a dark pink in color, and she could see one good handprint from when he’d gotten into the serious walloping.

Hermione took off her blouse and then her bra, until she stood in front of her mirror completely naked. She studied herself for a few minutes, turning this way and that. She didn’t see the big attraction. Her hips were too wide and her thighs too thick to be pretty. She had a small waist, yeah, but her breasts weren’t as big as other women. But he had told her she was beautiful. She had a nice-shaped arse. Which was throbbing…along with other parts of her anatomy.

She walked over to her bed and climbed onto it, lying back against her pillows and spreading out her legs. Her quilt rubbed deliciously against her warm backside, igniting the hand prints. Her hands found her nipples, which were already hardened to peaks. She pinched, twisted, and rubbed the sensitive buds, before running her hands down her tummy.

She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall apart neatly as she began to rub her thighs. She teased her hands towards the goal, imagining it was Lucius’ strong hands teasing her instead of her own small ones. She ran one finger up her slit, amazed at how wet she was. She teased the lips of her pussy as she imagined Lucius would when he finally got hold of her. She dipped one finger into her core, and ran it over her clit, groaning when the jolt of pleasure when all the way to her toes. She teased her clit mercilessly, running circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips shifted, trying to make contact with her finger, but each time she shifted her hips she also shifted her hand. Like a game of keep-away with herself.

One hand found her breasts again, and she began to pinch her nipples. She was whimpering now, and her reserve was crumbling. She needed an orgasm. With a parting pinch to her nipple, her hand slid back down. She used one hand to spread her lips apart, and the other attacked her clit directly. Her whimpers turned to low groans as she rubbed the nubbin of nerves with no sympathy.

“Oh gods….I really need a fuck.” She sobbed, and felt her climax approaching. With a final groan she came, feeling the fresh wave of moisture soak her hands. She continued rubbing her clit through her orgasm, only pulling away when she became over sensitized.

Hermione lay in the afterglow of her orgasm for several minutes before she rolled lazily off of her bed and started to her shower.

In the morning, she was having sausage for breakfast even if it killed her.

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Uh oh. Hermione is hell bent on it now. There's no stopping her. Jeez, everyone's so freakin' horny! I hope they can take care of that sometime soon...maybe in the next chapter...

Ok. You've read the chapter, and then you may or may not have drooled all over your keyboard when Lucius undid his pants. I know I had to keep my face back from my laptop when I wrote it. **Mmmm, dreamy** Anyway! Now that you've read the chapter, I ask you to rate/review/eat brownies. Or all three. At the same time. While wearing a beret. And go.