Creative Playtime
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,438
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Creative Playtime
Its movements always started out as a light flutter, a gentle caress, with a slight swishiness. She couldn't help but giggle a bit when she first felt Severus run the leather slowly down her back. Right before it met the swell of her bum, she could no longer suppress the tingly shiver that ran through her.
Their more creative playtimes often began this way, with Hermione stripped bare in the middle of their private playroom with her hands bound together over her head. She sighed and felt herself grow increasingly damp in anticipation of what the flogger would bring next.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Next came a heightening of the sensations running down her back; her clit throbbed with unfulfilled need. She was further aroused when Severus used a firmer hand.
She hissed when the leather bit into her flesh.
“You like this, don't you?”
“Yes!”
The next blow was harder still, leaving red marks in it's wake. “Address me properly!”
The flogger came down again, stealing her breath. “Ugh! I'm sorry sir. Please” she begged, not certain what she was begging for, but knew he would provide it without her ever saying a word. The strokes no longer tickled, but brought extreme pleasure.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Severus, satisfied Hermione had learned her lesson, set aside his implement. He ran his hands up her back. She winced, moaning as his calloused hands caressed the welts he created. “If you'd remembered how to address me, I wouldn't have needed to be so firm handed. You'll keep that in mind for next time, won't you?” he whispered into her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth.
“Yes sir. I'll remember. Please sir” she begged again, wondering if she was asking for healing or for more.
In the end, he gave her more of the sensations that started it all.
Their more creative playtimes often began this way, with Hermione stripped bare in the middle of their private playroom with her hands bound together over her head. She sighed and felt herself grow increasingly damp in anticipation of what the flogger would bring next.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Next came a heightening of the sensations running down her back; her clit throbbed with unfulfilled need. She was further aroused when Severus used a firmer hand.
She hissed when the leather bit into her flesh.
“You like this, don't you?”
“Yes!”
The next blow was harder still, leaving red marks in it's wake. “Address me properly!”
The flogger came down again, stealing her breath. “Ugh! I'm sorry sir. Please” she begged, not certain what she was begging for, but knew he would provide it without her ever saying a word. The strokes no longer tickled, but brought extreme pleasure.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Severus, satisfied Hermione had learned her lesson, set aside his implement. He ran his hands up her back. She winced, moaning as his calloused hands caressed the welts he created. “If you'd remembered how to address me, I wouldn't have needed to be so firm handed. You'll keep that in mind for next time, won't you?” he whispered into her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth.
“Yes sir. I'll remember. Please sir” she begged again, wondering if she was asking for healing or for more.
In the end, he gave her more of the sensations that started it all.