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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 14334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

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Arthur stared at Hermione’s gorgeous pert breasts as she leant against his workbench, still unable to believe that she had given him permission to do anything he wanted with her. Part of him felt guilty. He was at least old enough to be her father and was a long-married man who had never considered any woman other than Molly sexually until Hermione had intruded upon him here in the shed two days before.
He knew it was wrong for him to want her but he didn’t seem to be able to stop himself, especially when she had indicated she was willing to do anything to satiate his desires. He was so inflamed that his guilt at what he was doing, to both his wife and Hermione, was reduced to nothing more than a nasty aftertaste and with the excitement of getting what he wanted it was all too easy to ignore.
Arthur had initially worried that what happened between the two of them in here wouldn’t stay contained despite Hermione’s earlier assurances. But while she made her desire clear for him in the shed, back in the house she acted very differently towards him. There were no sly touches or admiring glances nor any attempt to recreate their intimacy, however limited that may so far have been. Neither had she said anything to Molly about what had happened.
Hermione didn’t ignore him, but when they were with the rest of his family, Arthur was nothing more nor less than her best friend’s father and rated only the general politeness that had always been between them. Here in the shed, however, Hermione belonged to him — part of his collection of Muggle artefacts — and he was just about to punish her for not keeping quiet as he had recently ordered while he had teased her to orgasm.
Arthur wasn’t really all that bothered about Hermione crying out her enjoyment — there was a silencing charm on the shed and it was gratifying to know that he was giving her such pleasure. But the power of being so totally in control was every bit as much of an aphrodisiac for him as the slow and measured move towards greater sexual intimacy between them, and it was giving him ideas of things to try that he would never have dared to suggest to Molly.
Moving around the shed, Arthur looked at his other possessions as he tried to decide how best to chastise Hermione for her willfulness. He already knew that whatever he did he was going to end up giving her some pain, but he hoped that she would enjoy it, or at least not want to complain about it too much. The last thing he wanted now was to drive Hermione away. He had come close to that yesterday and had no intention of making the same mistake twice.
Arthur had been surprised but delighted when Hermione had turned up at the shed earlier as he had thought that his somewhat surly behaviour towards her might have pushed her away permanently. But Hermione had proved every bit as eager as she had always been and it hadn’t been long before he was playing with her beautiful breasts again and then she had allowed him to slide his hand inside her shorts, breaching her knickers to rub her soft, bare mound; her legs moving apart as she leant against the workbench allowing him access to the stiff little bud that his thumb had mercilessly attacked until she cried out, flooding his hand, and breaking his rules.
On one of the other workbenches, he found a length of bamboo cane. He couldn’t even remember now why he had bought it although it was no doubt for some project he had been intending to work on and never got around to. Its original use was long forgotten but it was perfect for his current needs.
As he examined the cane closely to make sure it wasn’t damaged, knowing Hermione was watching his every move, Arthur wondered what she thought about him using it on her but then realised it didn’t actually matter. While she was in the shed, Hermione was one of his artefacts and as such had relinquished any rights to have an opinion on what he did to her. Of course, that didn’t mean he could seriously injure her, not that he would do that anyway, but she would have no choice but to accept his punishment if she wanted to stay.
For Arthur, giving Hermione punishment was a good way of taking his mind off doing something sexual with her which, if he was honest, was uppermost in his thoughts most of the time these days. So far, he had only played with her wonderful breasts and her stiff little clit, but since the first time she had visited him he had entertained several fantasies of a far more hardcore nature and it was taking every ounce of willpower he possessed not to just jump on her despite knowing the slow approach would eventually be far more satisfying for them both.
‘You’ll remember that I told you not to make a noise, but you did,’ he told Hermione, trying to ignore the innocently repentant face she turned towards him. ‘I need to punish you for being too loud, Hermione.’
Arthur watched as she bit her bottom lip anxiously as she glanced at the cane, understanding what he was going to do. Staying silent, she gave a solemn nod to agree with his pronouncement, and his arousal soared.
‘I want you to bend over and lean on the workbench,’ Arthur told her.
Hermione hesitated for only a moment as she looked at the cane once more but then did as he ordered. Arthur walked towards her, his heart beating faster as the excitement built. When he was standing behind her he put the cane down on the workbench.
His hands moved around her waist, gripping her gently before taking hold of her shorts. He pulled on them, releasing them to drop around her ankles as he worked on her knickers. A moment later they followed the shorts. His hand brushed gently over her beautiful tight bottom, enjoying the sight and feel of it. He felt her shiver slightly under his touch.
Arthur knew Hermione wasn’t happy about him using the cane on her but at least she hadn’t said no. This was going to be a new experience for her and he was certain it would tie them together even more closely than their continued intimacy was doing. He was more excited at the prospect of inflicting corporal punishment on Hermione than he wanted to admit, something which gave him a slight amount of guilt, but not enough to stop him from doing it.
He still bore the marks on his own body from a caning inflicted some thirty years previously by the sadistic ex-caretaker at Hogwarts, Apollyon Pringle, and was determined that nothing like that would happen with Hermione. He had no intention of seriously or permanently marking her bottom, he was just going to give her a few light taps that would sting and might leave a mark for a couple of days but would, hopefully, also arouse her.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked gently.
Hermione looked at him over her shoulder, her expression full of doubt, but she nodded.
‘Your safe word is ‘red’, Hermione. If it gets too much for you and you need me to end this you will say the word and I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?’
Hermione nodded again.
‘So, let’s begin,’ Arthur said as Hermione moved position slightly.
Her head was down, looking at the workbench rather than at him and she leant on her arms. Her body was tensing up, clearly worried about what was about to happen. Arthur stroked her bottom again and Hermione jumped. He gave a small chuckle as he tapped her right buttock.
‘You need to relax otherwise it’s going to hurt much more than it needs to.’
Hermione turned to look at him, seeming about to say something but then she obviously thought better of it and returned to her previous position although with far less rigidity in her stance than before.
Arthur stroked her bottom for the third time, pleased that on this occasion she didn’t react. He moved back to give himself some room and raised the cane. There was a swishing sound as his wrist flicked, the cane connecting with Hermione’s buttocks with a satisfyingly sharp snap. She gasped loudly and her right hand automatically moved to rub the sore skin. Arthur watched her for a moment but then took back control.
‘Back into position and stay there, Hermione.’
Hermione removed her hand, moving back to lean on the workbench in the position she had taken previously. Arthur looked at the red mark that was already appearing on her creamy skin. A few seconds later the cane swished again and another mark, slightly darker this time as he had hit her harder appeared below the original. Hermione cried out but managed to stay in place. The third mark was placed just above the original leaving Hermione with three distinct lines that burned bright red. The fourth stroke which followed shortly after meant most of her beautiful bottom was now covered with red.
She seemed to be having trouble standing still, no doubt caused by the stinging sensation, but she hadn’t rubbed her bottom again. The fifth stroke landed on top of the ones she had already received, the skin darkening further and her cries, initially low and clipped, grew louder and more anguished. As the sixth stroke landed, Hermione shouted out the word ‘red’, and Arthur knew he had to cease although he felt slightly disappointed about it. He had hoped she might manage to last a little longer as he wasn’t hitting her hard.
Hermione stood up straight, tears streaming down her face as she turned to look at him, her cheeks almost the same colour as her bottom. She clearly wanted to touch it but was afraid to do so in case it angered Arthur and caused him to give her further punishment.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said wetly, rubbing her eyes to try to staunch the flow of the tears.
Arthur’s heart melted at the sight of her. He put the cane down on the workbench and enfolded her in his arms, giving her a huge hug and a kiss on her forehead.
‘You did okay for the first time,’ he insisted, managing to quell the flames of his disappointment. ‘The intention isn’t to hurt you more than you can bear.’ He hugged her again, then asked, ‘How does your bottom feel?’
‘As if it’s on fire,’ Hermione told him. She reached down to tentatively touch the sore skin. It hurt too much for her not to do anything, even if Arthur was unhappy with her, despite the fact that it hurt to touch it.
‘It looks beautiful,’ Arthur said. He had released her from his arms and gently turned her around, pulling her hand away so he could examine the rosy flesh.
‘It hurts . . . a lot,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘It’ll sting for a while,’ Arthur acknowledged, ‘but it wasn’t a long or hard punishment so it will heal quickly.’
He bent to plant a chaste kiss on each buttock as if this would help the healing process, catching sight of Hermione’s gorgeous slit, which caused his mind to race with ideas. He stood up as his hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing her soft swollen lips, stroking and dipping, feeling her intense arousal which the caning had obviously contributed to. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him, his rock hard erection pressed through his robe against her superheated buttocks.
‘No noise, remember,’ he whispered as his fingers slid inside her to a sharp intake of breath from Hermione. After a few seconds of the fingers thrusting the arm holding her to him moved so his other hand could access her clit, thumb strumming over it in a circular motion, the exact movement that had caused Hermione to cry out previously.
Hermione whimpered quietly and pushed her finger into her mouth, biting down on it to try to stop herself from making any noise. Arthur’s fingers were already working their magic, her muscles tightening on the thrusting digits as his thumb sought to bring her to climax for the second time that day. It was almost unbearable, as was the pain in her bottom, exacerbated by the rough material of Arthur’s robe rubbing against the sore skin but the feel of his erection, so hard and pressed unapologetically against her was arousing Hermione beyond anything she had ever felt before.
She wondered whether if she bent over Arthur might finally decide to fuck her as she had been hoping he would now he had accepted her as part of his collection, but Hermione suspected the older man felt some guilt about their liaison and for this reason he was taking things frustratingly slowly, seemingly trying to stave off the inevitable. Unfortunately, all that was doing was making the desire ever more unbearable for them both. She wished he would just take her and stop all the games that were doing nothing but driving her into a frenzy.
‘Take your finger out of your mouth, Hermione,’ Arthur whispered in her ear between kisses to her neck.
Hermione shook her head, tears filling her eyes once again. She knew she couldn’t do that without breaking Arthur’s rule about not making a noise and the idea of more punishment to her already painful bottom was terrifying. His fingers were already inducing feelings that made her want to scream. There was no way she would be able to stay silent.
Arthur’s hand left her clit moving her slightly so he could access it with the hand already fingering her. He pulled gently at the finger in her mouth trying to dislodge it. Hermione shook her head again, silently pleading with him to leave it there but he ignored her and pulled her hand away.
Hermione clenched her fists trying desperately to not to make a noise but knew she was going to fail. Arthur’s fingers were doing far too good a job and she was absolutely useless at keeping quiet. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood then tried panting heavily in hopes that this might stop her from crying out. But nothing stopped the low wail as she rode Arthur’s fingers, her body turning liquid once more as the dull ache inside her erupted.
‘Something else you need to practice, Hermione,’ Arthur suggested sounding amused, his lips brushing against her neck and ear as his fingers played and he pressed against her tight bottom, his cock throbbing with need.
So far the touching had been all one way, but Hermione could feel Arthur’s erection and knew she had to do something about it.
‘My turn,’ she whispered once she had managed to get herself back under some sort of control, and as Arthur’s lips continued their whisper-soft progress on her neck and shoulder.
Arthur released her, his fingers now removed, and Hermione turned to pull his robe up revealing his underpants that were straining with the hard mass within. Grinning, she pulled them down, staring in adoration at the rampant erection that sprang free. It was a decent size and quite thick and the head was red and engorged, already looking like it was about to explode.
Hermione reached for it, wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, gratified to hear Arthur’s quiet hiss. For a moment she wondered whether she could punish him if she managed to make him cry out as she had, but then remembered that this wasn’t their agreement. They weren’t equals treating each other in similar ways, she was part of Arthur’s collection and while he could do whatever he wished with her, she could do only what he wanted her to do.
‘Tell me how you like it,’ she said wanting to make sure that the pressure was exactly right to give Arthur as much pleasure as he had given her.
Arthur’s hand gripped Hermione’s, squeezing it to show her how hard she should hold him and moving it to show how fast she should pull on it. Once he was sure she could manage on her own he released her hand, leaning back against the workbench to enjoy her handiwork.
For a few minutes he watched her, impressed at how easily she had got the grip right, savouring the intense look of concentration on her face as she worked on him, enjoying the feel of her soft hands as she tugged and pulled. He closed his eyes, drifting away as the exquisite pain of impending orgasm clenched within his balls, spreading out to fill the whole length of his cock. Arthur knew he wasn’t going to last long. He had sustained arousal for too long and desperately needed the release.
He gasped and opened his eyes as Hermione cupped his balls, something he hadn’t been expecting although it was entirely welcome. She was gently squeezing them as she milked him, his quiet moans of delight growing louder as his seed rose, a sharp cry erupting from deep inside him as he exploded, watching as he spurted all over Hermione’s stomach and breasts.
Arthur was particularly entranced by a drop of pearlescent fluid that had landed on her left nipple. Hermione noticed and picked it up with her finger, examining it for a moment before licking the digit clean. He was glad she didn’t appear to be upset at being covered but he still hurriedly found his wand so he could clean her up.
Hermione grinned at him. ‘You can’t keep quiet either.’
Arthur looked amused. ‘Do you want me to?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. It’s much more exciting for me when I know you’re enjoying it. I like hearing you cum.’
Arthur had a sneaking suspicion she was having a sly dig at him about the caning but he was feeling far too elated to care. He pulled his underpants up as he watched Hermione get dressed, a vague feeling of disappointment running through him as her beautiful body was covered up. If only the two of them could stay in here permanently, Hermione naked and ready to do whatever he wanted, it would be heaven. But time was getting on and they would both have to show their faces in the house — it was almost dinner time.
‘I love your cock . . . and your cum,’ Hermione told him as a parting shot. She winked and headed for the door.
Arthur spent a few minutes replaying his orgasm as well as remembering the expression on Hermione’s face when she had licked his cum from her finger. This started a whole new train of thought which only ended when he realised he was late for dinner. He hurriedly cleared up his workbench, putting away his screwdrivers and fuses into the toolbox and stacking the spare plugs in the corner. It was only once he had finished that he realised the cane had disappeared.
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