Just Around the Riverbend

Meh heh heh.....part 2!!!!



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“Well…I sort of…kind of…maybe have this….fantasy"



Lucius had to bite back a groan. A fantasy? Good gods…



“Really? Pray tell.” Lucius purred.



“Well…I’ve been having this dream lately. And I like it. A lot. In the dream, I’m being sort of bratty-”



“Not you, my dear!” he couldn’t resist. Hermione smiled a little, and Lucius ran his finger over her cheek. “I apologize, darling. Continue.” He urged gently.



“Well…you decide you’ve had quite enough of that behavior, and take my knickers to my knees and spank me.” She said. Lucius was intrigued, but a little underwhelmed.



“Is there anything particular that draws you to that fantasy?” he asked.



“Well…it makes me incredibly hot. I think the thing that gets me most is…when you’re trying to take down my pants…I’m struggling. I…you have to overpower me. And then…I beg you to stop…but you don’t.” her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. “Ooh…it’s a stupid dream!” Hermione said, and started to scramble away. Lucius wrapped his arms around her, and held her close to him.



“It’s not stupid, Hermione. If that excites you, I’d be more than happy to oblige you, love. I’d love to spank that pretty bottom again. You have one coming anyway.” He said, and felt her squirm in his arms.



“Can…can we do it now?” she asked. He grinned broadly, but she couldn’t see that. Phelan and Daisy were in the garden for the day, and would stay there for a little while.



“Yes, of course. Would you like me to leave the room for a few minutes for you to…get into character?” he asked. She nodded, and he let her out of his grip. She stood from the chair, and he came up behind her, gliding gracefully to the door. He paused, and turned back to her. “Should you at any time want me to really stop, say ‘Star fruit.’” He added, before leaving the room.



Hermione took a few deep breaths, her heart beating in her chest. Okay…she had to channel ‘bratty.’ Okay…attitude, attitude. Breathe, Hermione! Snarky…



When Lucius re-entered the room a few minutes later, he found a closely-resembling-calm Hermione sitting in the chair, reading a book.



“What are you doing?” he asked conversationally, as if their previous meeting had not taken place.



Hermione looked up from her book, and made what she hoped was an incredulous face. She looked down at the book, and then back up at Lucius.



“Baking a cake. What does it look like I’m doing?” she asked, and rolled her eyes. She put her head back down towards the book, but Lucius could see the book shaking. Ah…the little dear was nervous.



“Someone is in a snarky mood today.” He observed, walking around her chair.



“I wouldn’t be snarky if you didn’t ask stupid questions. You come into the room, and I’m holding a book, and you ask what I’m doing? I should think it’s bloody obvious.” She said sharply. Lucius was in front of her, towering over her in the chair.



“You need to watch you mouth, you sharp-tongued little shrew. I merely asked an innocent question.” He snapped at her. She could see his darkened eyes shimmering with excitement. So this turned him on too, huh?



“You asked a stupid question. Had you used your eyes you would not have had to ask what I was doing. But you decided to ask the most asinine question of all time: what are you doing?” she mimicked his particular cultured accent at the very last, sticking her nose up in the air.



“You’d do well to drop that attitude, Hermione, or I’ll-”



“-You’ll what? Not a thing, that’s what!” she interjected. She stood from her chair, her face flushed. “I’ll speak to you however I want, and there’s not a damned thing you can do!” She knew that had done it.



“I think it’s time for an attitude readjustment, you little viper!” he hissed, and plucked the book from her hand.



“Give that back! I was reading that before you interrupted me with your senseless questions!”



Lucius tossed the book aside, and grabbed Hermione’s wrist, pulling her towards him.



“Hey! Let me go you great brute!” she said indignantly, pulling against him. She felt her internal temperature rising, and she knew she was already soaking wet.



“I think a nice toasty bottom should change that attitude nicely!” he said, attempting to push her over the arm of the chair.



“Noo!” she howled, trying to use her body weight to pull herself out of Lucius’ grasp. “You can’t do that to me! I’m not five!” she cried, her feet skidding uselessly as she tried to pull away. Luckily for Lucius, Hermione was wearing some loose cotton lounge pants. He might have had to do a bit more maneuvering to get her out of jeans.



Holding her wrist firmly he pulled her close enough to get his free hand in the back waistband of her pants and knickers, and pulled down roughly. He got the material halfway down her thighs before she clamped her legs together.



“Noo, no, no! Please, not that! Oh Merlin! I promise I’ll be good!” she cried, pulling harder against his grasp. The little wiggle-worm was doing a fantastic job. If he hadn’t just talked to her about this, he’d think she was really fighting. She was good at role-playing. He’d have to see if he could get her a pirate wench’s costume in her size.



With a great heave he managed to get her over the arm of the chair, and he pressed one hand between her shoulders, holding her down, and he lifted the other hand. Her hands immediately went to her bottom, trying to shield the tender flesh.



“Please, Lucius! Please, no! I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Just don’t do this!” she begged. His free hand grabbed one of hers, and he shifted the hand holding her down to keep her hand out of the way. He had to capture her other hand, holding her wrists behind her back and pushing down to keep her face-down in the chair cushion. With her hands firmly held, he lifted his hand again. There was no gentle start for this spanking. His hand came down quickly, delivering a stinging slap to her wiggling posterior.



She squealed, and kicked out as he brought another blow down on the other cheek.



Whack! She squirmed under the merciless strike. Whack! Her insides were melting, and running down her thighs. Whack! She sniffled and kicked, tears welling up in her eyes.



“Stop! Please, Lucius, please! I won’t-” Crack! “Oh!” Crack! “Ow! I’m sorry!” Crack! “I won’t do it anymore!”



He suddenly stopped, resting his hand on her red-hot bottom.



“Oh…I’m sorry…” Hermione whimpered. Truth be told she was a little disappointed. She’d thought it would last longer than that. Yes, her bottom was throbbing, but it wasn’t that bad.



“Why are you being spanked?” Lucius asked. Hermione drew a breath.



“Because I…Because I had an attitude…” she ventured.



“Because you were sarcastic and rude and need a serious attitude adjustment.” He said, ignoring her sniffling. He lifted his hand again, and brought it back down, cracking against her buttock noisily. Hermione gasped, and kicked out again. Inside she was rejoicing.



“Lucius! Please no more!”



He continued her spanking through her tears, his hand turning her bottom steadily redder. He spanked her for several more moments, and then paused again, his hand once more resting on her quivering cheeks.



“Why are you being spanked?” he asked again. She took a gasping breath.



“Because…I was *sniffle* sarc-sarcastic…and….rude…” she was stammering over the words. Lucius growled.



“You’re being spanked because you were sarcastic and rude and need a serious attitude adjustment.” He said. She felt his hand lift from her bottom, and it came down with merciless precision.



Whack! “Ow!” Whack! “No, Lucius!” Whack! “Please, Lucius!” Whack! “Ow! No more!” Whack! “Ow, ow, ow!” she sobbed. She was crying loudly now, and both buttocks were red-hot and sore. But oh…it was exquisite! She was leaking steadily, and it had wet her thighs. He paused again.



“Why are you being spanked?”



“Because I….I was….sarcastic….and rude…*sniffle* and…need…”



“Because you were sarcastic and rude and need a serious attitude adjustment.”



Crack! “Please, Lucius, stop!” Crack! “God, Lucius, it hurts!” Crack! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Crack! “I’ll be good!” Crack! “Oh please, oh please, oh please!” she howled, and he paused again. She was gasping and groaning, her hips pushing against the arm of the chair to seek relief.



“Why are you being spanked?”



“Because I was sarcastic…and rude…and need a serious…attitude…adjustment.” She sniffled. She could hardly get the words out. She could hardly speak, and her thoughts were on one thing: relief. Not for her burning, throbbing bottom, but for her throbbing pussy.



She heard the sound of his belt being undone, and nearly started singing.



“I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, you little wench.” He growled, and freed himself from his trousers. He was hard and ready for this. He kicked her legs apart, revealing her glistening slit to him. “It seems you were enjoying this far too much. What good is a punishment if you get creamy during it?” he asked, but he positioned himself at her moist opening.



He let her arms free as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her snug wet sheath. He let out a deep, satisfied groan, and she gave a guttural sob. He pulled back slowly, and shoved into her again, his hips pushing against her blistered bottom. He leaned back slightly to enjoy the view of her dark red bottom.



“Exquisite.” He moaned, before he started up a brutal pace, shoving her face into the chair cushion over and over again. She cried out with each plunge of his thick rod, and she quickly felt the tendrils of an orgasm wrapping around her. The pressure started in her toes, and traveled up her legs, and when it reached the apex of her thighs, she buried her face into the cushion and screamed as her pussy clenched at Lucius’ cock, strangling the thick organ.



“Gods…damn…it…” he snarled. As soon as her convulsing inner walls slowed their hungry squeezing, he started back up again, not too far from his own orgasm. She was being pitched head first into another quickly building climax, and she knew this one was going to be a big one. She sobbed underneath Lucius, clutching desperately at the chair.



“Fuck! Fuck me, Lucius! Oh, I’m so close!” she howled. He reached between then, and forcefully tweaked her sensitive, slippery nubbin of flesh. An orgasm ripped through her, and she howled loudly, her inner walls clamping down on him, and jerking him over the edge as well. He came with a bellow, his back arching as he filled her with cum.



He collapsed on her, gasping for breath. Her own breath came in desperate huffs, and she was damn near ready to pass out.



“Gods, Lucius….that was fantastic.” She said, before her eyes crossed comically, and her lids fell shut. He stood with some effort, and pulled her off of the arm of the chair, Apparating them both to his room. He banished their clothes with a wave of his hand, and another wave pulled back the covers. He helped her into the bed for a mid-afternoon, post-coitus nap.



The gods be with him, but this woman would be the death of him…



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