Too Far This Time, Hermione

A/N: Okay, I've never had the urge to write something like this until today. Its a little screwed up, but I need to get it out. I hope theres some way you can enjoy it. I used to dislike this kind of genre alot, its so strange writing it.

Let's just say im realeasing some of my demons into writing.

Enjoy, if you can.

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Hermione loved how the belt whipped across her ass, driving in the red marks and rushing her adrenaline. She had broken a vase this time, then screamed at her father.

"You fucking asshole! I don't care if your both muggles! I want to stay in the wizarding world! I don't want to be a god damn accountant!" She roared at the top of her voice. She was being intentionally unreasonable; that belt clip would soon be digging into her skin on her ass and back. It was the only adrenaline rush Hermione could get over the summer. She felt her father crack it across her ass again, a yelp of pain escaped her, but she smiled. Another crack dug into her lower back, then another on her upper thigh. Dad knows variety, Hermione thought. The belt fell again on her right ass cheek, and she moaned "Ow".

After her father deemed it reasonable to stop belt-whipping her, he looked at her ass.

"Those marks should teach you a lesson. Don't ever talk back to me again" Mike Granger said. "I didn't raise my daughter to be a bitch. So stop acting like one" he snapped.

"Yes, sir" Hermione whispered, her ass still facing her father, her hands gripping the kitchen table. "I'll try to control myself next time."

But Hermione had no intention of controlling herself. She had to do something bad, something sinister, because these ten minute punishments were not enough to satisfy her adrenaline crave. She would need to get him fired from work, or do something to him. She wanted the next level of punishment, that good old fashioned punishment that she knew flowed through her fathers veins, only because his father had seen it as tradition.

She pulled up her panties and her jeans and walked up to her room without a second glance at her father. Her room was filled with books, her pink linens straight and tidy. She sat down upon her bed, she had already began to brood. What could she do that would make her father angry beyond comparison? Hermione thought it stupid to spank herself, it was only good for her when she was being dominated by others. The adrenaline flowed twice as thick under those circumstances.

Then Hermione had a plan. She would dismantle her fathers engine, yes, that would make him really angry. He wouldn't be able to get to work the next morning. The perfect opprotunity arrived to go outside as her mother came in.

"Dear, I want you to go out and do some garden work. The front is looking untidy."

"Yes, Ma'am" Hermione said in a sing-song voice. She knew if she acted right they would leave her alone, then she could hatch her plan. She could already feel her ass cheeks tingling and the reminisence of pain. She wanted her father to dig into her ass with his fingernails, beat it to a pulp, she needed that feeling again. She could handle the pain, she thought. She got up from her bed and walked outside to the garden.

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Her father's Camry was not hard to open up; inside the garage Hermione had the perfect cover. You couldn't hear anything that was happening in the garage if you were in her parents room. She walked up to the driver's door. The door was never locked, and she opened it without so much as pulling the handle. She popped the engine compartment open, then began to tear at the cords and tubes immediately. She used a few well known spells to cut them as well as cut through the steel that was the engine. Her father couldn't repair this if he wanted to, he would have to buy an entirely new car. The mechanics wouldn't even be able to explain what was wrong, and when her father asked her if she did it, she would prodly say yes.

After she closed the hood and the driver's door, she finished up gardening like her mother said and went to her room to take a shower. She undressed in front of the mirror and eyed herself in it. She always liked how her breast fell evenly across her chest, even though they were size B. She turned around and looked at her ass, the marks gleaming on them from todays punishments and prior ones. She ran a hand over them and felt the cuts and redness, then gave herself a spank. A short adrenaline rush hit her. She smirked at herself in the mirror and got into the shower.

After the shower, she went to bed, thinking only of how much pain and pleasure she could enjoy tomorrow.

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She awoke to the sound of muffled yelling; she knew it was her father, cursing about his car. She smiled and got up out of bed and dressed. She walked downstairs into the kitchen, where her mother was frantically preparing breakfast for her father. She didn't realize what had happened yet it seemed. She rushed by Hermione without a word, then exited out into the garage and shut the door. Might as well get some food, Hermione thought, its no good on an empty stomach.

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Thirty minutes later, after she had finished her waffles, her father walked in from the garage, looking flustered and almost insane with anger. He shot his green eyes at Hermione, who looked back at them with a smile. His stern face, Hermione knew, meant that she was in for a right good beating. The question she had been waiting for came shortly.

"Hermione, I want to know the truth. Did you tear my fucking car in half? The engines split down the middle like someone took a diamond-edged knife to it! I had a important meeting today that could make or break my carrear!" He was completely outraged.

Hermione answered as she had planned. "Yes, daddy, I did it. I ripped your car in half. It was fun." she added with a malicous smile. Her father was now looking at her, half exasperated, half about to murder her. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then said in a calm, menacing voice,

"Stay in the house for the remainder of the day. You are in huge trouble. I hope that this punishment I will act out upon you will stop your insane antics within this household." It looked like his vein in his temple was about to burst, it was pumping so fast.

"Later today, you will understand true pain, Hermione. You need true pain. Maybe then, you'll shut the fuck up and stop acting like a complete asshole to your family. Fucking bitch ripped my car in half, thats $20,000 down the drain. I don't care what you do after I act out this punishment later today, you can run away, whatever. I don't care. Just stay in the fucking house until then."

"Fine. Fuck you too." Hermione retorted. "I can't wait to see what you'll do to me. Probably won't work"

He looked like he wanted to strangle and throttle her, but he held his ground and clenched his fists.

"I'm walking to the CVS. Need to get something. Stay here." He walked out of the door without another word.

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Hermione lay on her bed, her hands down her panties over her ass cheeks, feeling the scars. She wondered what her father had in store for her. She dug her fingernails into her red cheeks as she pondered the fantasies that could happen. She heard the door open and close downstairs, her mother had left to do her errands. Hopefully, Hermione thought, she has a whole days worth. She didn't want her punishment being interrupted. A few minutes later, she heard the door open and slam again. Her father had arrived. She would wait for him to call her. No point in making it look like she was ready and waiting for it, that would seem strange to him, she thought.

"Hermione, get down here now!" she heard her father yell. She slowly got up off of her bed; she felt anticipation building, soon whatever he had in store for her would whip across her back, that adrenaline rush following shortly after.

"I hope you've mentally prepared yourself, you bitch" he said as she walked down the stairs toward him. "Because after I'm done with you, I don't know if you'll even be able to walk." An extremely stern look set across his face as he stared at his daughter, she a head shorter.

"You will follow me. When we arrive at where we are going, you will not fight me. If you fight me, I will fight back. I don't fucking care what happens to you after this. Just stay away from me, or change."

"Yes, sir" Hermione answered. She had never gone somewhere else other than the house for her punishements. She was nervous yet anxious to see where she was going. Her tits hardened at the thought of what was to come.

He walked briskly to the door and opened it, pulling her through it in front of her. Hermione walked toward the sidewalk, expecting to walk down the street, but her father turned to the backyard and he walked into the large forest that was behind their house. Wondering where they were going, Hermione followed, the tension inside her building with every step. Her father took them deep into the woods. Hermione was sure that they had been walking for almost thirty minutes when she saw a little cabin appear in the distance. It was wooden and looked like it had been there for centuries. The window panes were made of smoked glass, you couldn't see inside and, Hermione thought, you probably couldn't see outside either. As they approached the door, her father took out a large key ring from his pocket in his shorts. The keys looked ancient; he fumbleled around to find the right key then jammed it into the lock and turned it. Hermione heard the lock click and he opened the door. From the outside looking in, it appeared that there was no light inside.

Hermione stepped in, after her father, and saw that there were a few large wooden chairs with chains around them and handcuffs. There were also a few pole-like structures that went from the floor to the celing; they were a few feet apart. Hermione knew this was way worse than anything that he had ever done to her, but she was up for the challenge. She hoped it would provide a higher quality adrenaline rush, though she knew the pain would be greater. Her father turned to her, quite abruptly.

"Take off your shirt and pants. NOW!" He yelled. Hermione jumped as she pulled off her longsleeve shirt, took off her shoes, and pulled her jeans off of herself. The floor was cold and damp, and Hermione was already feeling a chill running through her. The damp cold air didn't help either.

"Take off those too, come on, I don't have all day to do this Hermione" He said hastily and uncerimoniously. Hermione hesitated. She had always been content with taking off her panties in front of her father, that was the way the belt fell quickest, but she had never revealed her bust to him. He sounded different too, like this was more than a punishment. He was much bigger than her though, she thought. I'll save my arguement for the end if he gets too rough.

She obeyed, slid her panties down, and kicked them aside, revealing her shaved mound and her scarred ass. Her father took a step closer as she began to unclip her bra in the back. She held her hands over the bra in the front, then slowly slid them down, revealing her hard tits. She felt like she had lost some protection, that she had been crippled. She felt vulnerable and nervous.

Her father quickly turned away from her after eyeing her breasts, and walked to one of the sides of the cabin. Hermione watched him. I wonder what hes getting, she thought. She heard the clanking of chains, and she confirmed it in her mind. She would be bound this time. The once powerful hope she had of an adrenaline rush from today while she was laying on her soft warm bed, clothed, was becoming more feeble by the minute. Hermione didn't have a way to escape. She hoped that she could hold out. The cold was sapping her once strong feelings. Hopefully, the adrenaline rush will fix that, she thought.

Her father walked over to her, chains in hand, and told Hermione to stand inbetween the pole-like structures.

"I am going to bind you to these two poles. You can't escape the fucking pain this time, Hermione. I don't care how much this hurts you. You need to feel it." He smirked an evil smile, and for the first time, Hermione was visited by fear. He looked mad, not his usual self when he punished her.

Though she was afraid, she stood inbetween them.

"Hold out your arms in a V shape." She held them out and he bound a cuff around each of her wrists, then chained the chain around the poles and over Hermione's chest, scruffing over her tits, making it taught and giving Hermione no slack. They were cold and unfriendly, their unwelcome feeling violating her breasts, biting into her ribs. This wasn't what I had in mind, she thought.

Hermione was now raised up a little taller than she normally stood due to the chains. Her breathing came at a heavier price, and as she was trying to adjust herself, her father came over again with another pair of chains and cuffs.

"Move your feet next to the two poles" he said coldly. This time, Hermione did not obey immediately. If she did this, it would open up her pussy to him, it would make her feel even more indecent than she already had sunk to by revealing her breasts. How could her father do this to her? She would test his patience, mabye he would let up a little. She stood there, looking at him in the eyes, her face straight.

"I said, OPEN YOUR LEGS!" He dropped the chains and pushed her legs open. She felt the cold air rush inside of her pussy, she knew her father could see. She closed her eyes and looked away. He noticed.

"Oh, don't want me to see do you? Not something you wanted to show your father, huh? You shouldn't show me your cunt, it must be so embarassing. Well, thats only the beginning. Much worse is coming, be sure of that Hermione." She could hear the malice and hatred in his voice. Hermione was having second thoughts about why she had to go and mess up his car. She looked away as a tear fell from her eyes, but she left her legs open as he released her. He bound the chains upon her legs; they wrapped up from her foot all the way to the bottom of her knee-cap. She felt the cold even more now, penetrating her, sapping her energy; Hermione whished she could go home. There was no way she could move her arms or legs now, as she stood there chained to the spot. Hermione saw her father turn around and rub his fist with his other hand. Then, without warning, he turned and punched her in the face.

Hermione was reeling, she felt her cheek swell as blood began trickling from her mouth. She felt around with her tounge and found that a tooth was missing. She needed to get out of this, it was going to be bad. But she saw no way. Her father was past the talking point, she knew. She would have to bear it. She felt that adrenaline rush take over, but it was short. The puch caused more pain than the adrenaline could make up for.

Her father shook his hand up and down, the punch had hurt him too.

"Like that, Hermione? That was the introduction." He said, his eyes wild. He walked to a dark corner and grabbed something long off of the wall. As he came into the light, Hermione noticed that it was a stick. Again, without warning, he shoved it up her cunt. Hermione felt the pain and agony and she screamed, the stick was nicking and cutting her soft walls inside.

"No, STOP, PLEASE!!" She yelped. "Dad, please!" she yelped again. It was digging into her hard, and it was so painful.

Still WIP, not finished!!