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Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE	By : LaBibliographe Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 65208 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Updated 4-13-08

Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments. I've read them with great interest. I hope this next chapter meets with expectations.

I�m responding to all your comments below:

tambrathegreat � I adore Lucius� �twisty little ways� and his very devious mind. He�s such a sly sexy bugger.

maddie50 � I think payback is in order too. Poor Lucius�

Citten � You don�t see Lucius as dominant when he receives a physical discipline? To me he is always in control. He allows everything he gets because he likes it, ergo, Hermione is doing his bidding, not overpowering him and his free will. He enjoys the pain like you might enjoy a piece of chocolate cake. He�s manipulating her once again, poor girl. Lucius is submitting on his terms, not on hers. Lucius wouldn�t know real submission if it came up and bit him on the arse (oh wait, he got that in my �Prisoners of Love� - snerk.)

meankitty69 � bare hand � are you thinking of fondling that tight backside of his? Between smacks? Sounds good to me!

Tenar10r � Hermione has been rather unkind to Lucius, hasn�t she? Maybe her sore bum will tell her something about her behavior.

sheherazade � I�m relieved Hermione�s spanking was satisfying for the reader. It�s always scary to punish her as a character by Lucius without a really good reason. Yeah, Hermione hasn�t been very merciful so far in any of the chapters.

datoichii � we think alike. 8-)

Scary Bear Hair � I think both partners got something out of Hermione's spanking, just not the same thing. You could have written this next chapter, Scary. As for tying Lucius up or being tied up by Lucius � gosh, I can�t make up my mind. Some of both, I guess. How about you?

bluezauza � Hermione is indeed na�ve, but also a little vindictive. Lucius may get what he wished for, poor sod.

FlowersBecomeScreens � Hermione�s past comes later. Ah, you caught the �no fireplace� bit. Very good! Lucius as a 'saddle' to ride � I can so see that. Hermione is no one�s doormat. A little underestimating done by Lucius, I fear.

Heidi191976 � Thanks! Read on.

Ravenna � Lucius couldn�t stay meek for even five minutes. Actually I think it was closer to thirty seconds.

blue artemis � You want Hermione to leave Lucius hanging for a while, but I really don�t think Lucius ever hangs much. At least not in my stories LOL.

pittwitch � Hey, next time share out some of that Jack Daniels. Your alliteration must thrive on alcohol, �tortuous tantalizing teasing�. Very nice!

Clare 1984 � Yep, Lucius isn�t hiding much of anything. The downside of being male.

Dolphindreamer (Belle) � I love the Beauty and the Beast cartoon and the story in general. It�s my favorite fairy tale. I�m not sure Hermione would trust Lucius to do her a favor � he thinks he�s been doing that all along. She�s angry � I don�t think patience or craftiness is her forte, especially with a red hot rear.

Damiana � Would you let Lucius loose to accept a spanking? Or leave him tied up?

Compulsive Reader �**blush** thank you for the kind compliments. I did some research � the �accio command must work on anything because in the HP lexicon two instances are mentioned where items that are Muggle are �accio�d� - to wit:

1) Harry used an accio to Summon his glasses (DH7). Harry had his glasses before he ever went to Hogwarts, so the Aunt and Uncle must have purchased them for him (unless he got a new pair at school sometime before DH7, but we�re never told that and they look the same to me).

2) Fred Summoned hairs from a Muggle boy in Ottery St. Catchpole in order to help Harry disguise himself using Polyjuice Potion (DH8).

jw � Oops, I guess you�re going to be surprised about Hermione�s response, but she was definitely smart not to leave that dilapidated rooming house, especially at night.

So, how does Lucius get out of his current predicament, all tied up and Hermione standing over him madder than a wet Kneazle?

Oh yeah, forgot - a lemon ahead...Drool rags at the ready.

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Chapter Thirteen

Tit for Tat

�Sixteen. I count sixteen stripes, Lucius. You�re sure you want this? I�m willing to accept an apology if it�s sincere.� Hermione felt she had to make the concession after hearing Lucius� reasons. She had been accepting all his work as her due and her intrinsic disaffection for the man had nullified her innate good manners.

�Fair�s fair. Do you have your wand?� At Hermione�s nod and seeing her raise the item for him to see, Lucius said, �Use a �flexus extendo caduceus� spell so it lengthens and bends more easily. You�ll need to lower my trousers as I�m incapacitated for now.�

Hermione stuttered, �I don�t need to hit your bare arse, Lucius.� Do I want to? Oh Gods, yes, I DO want to! she amazed herself, already hating her lapse into nobility for offering to let his punishment go. There had really only been twelve lashes she could see on her backside, but she had felt the author of her painful welts owed her a few added strikes for her distress. Sixteen strikes for twelve unmerited ones seemed about right.

�Fair�s fair,� Lucius repeated, admirably keeping a straight face. �Just please before you start, take one of these pillows and cram it between my legs. I don�t want you to accidentally miss my butt and �scramble my eggs�, shall we say. I might like to have more children someday.�

The idea of Lucius having more children stalled Hermione for a moment, a vague ripple of disquiet disturbing the moorings of her chary, padlocked emotions. Lucius with children, his pureblood wife in the background. Well, that paragon was welcome to him! Hermione pulled herself back to the present moment and her anticipation at smacking that solid male arse so enticingly filling out his tight, tan pantaloons. She stopped and admired the beautiful butt on the man. Those pants were like a second skin on the wizard. If she squinted, that tan color almost made him look naked already. Her anticipation increased.

Hermione found herself contemplating the best way to lower Mr. Lucius Malfoy�s trousers and she giggled. She had a ruthless Death Eater tied spread-eagled facedown on her bed and her most pressing problem was how to get his pants off his derriere.

�Uh, how�?� she asked, unable logistically to figure a way to accomplish her task. Really, she thought, this is becoming a farce instead of a payback for his physical abuse. But she didn�t give up the idea of smacking his bum for even a second. Her prurient instincts were screaming at her to see that beautiful backside in the flesh and she stroked it briefly with her wand, going a little glassy-eyed when Lucius involuntarily rose to the caress.

Lucius was getting more and more aroused, anticipating his �punishment�, �You can either let down the falls at the front or transfigure the cloth looser.�

Hermione froze for a second, coming back from her daze, Falls? Oh, falls. The front, buttoned placket on his trousers giving access to his male parts. Hermione accepted the added knowledge blooming in her mind and chose instead to make the cloth looser, but when she began to yank the loosened material from around his waist he growled, �Ouch! Wait! Merlin�s balls, don�t pull so hard. You�ve caught the trousers on my cock. You�ll have to reach under me and gently lift the material around and away from it. I�ll lift up. Ready?�

Hermione could feel her face heating with her embarrassment, but she wasn�t going to have another chance like this in her whole life so she leaned in and insinuated her hands under the wizard�s hips, feeling around for where the material was caught. She first tried down near the junction of his legs thinking the organ was lying pliantly in that region. Her fingers soon told her she was off, waaaay off. She slowly traced the very swollen organ up, up, up his flat belly to nearly the belt line. Oh my! No wonder it was caught. She snatched her hands away.

�Lucius you�re getting excited. This isn�t a punishment,� Hermione accused.

�My dear Hermione, I�ve been in prison for twelve years. If it had been Filch and his damned cat feeling around in my crotch, the result would be the same. Now can we please get on with this?�

Hermione frowned, knowing there was a flaw in his answer somewhere, but she was too interested in delving under his hips again to care. My goodness, that man was very well endowed. She was mesmerized in spite of herself. Ron and Roger had both been just entering adulthood when she had had her experiences with them. Neither of them could compare with what she had just cupped in her hands.

This was a man in his absolute prime, a fully grown, fully developed male with a masculine package that promised untold delights to any female lucky enough to be his choice. Hermione�s mind quickly skittered away from that intrusive thought. If and when he went back into the magic community, he�d choose a pureblood witch, one of those elegant, attenuated, swanlike creatures who would be an ornament to his name.

Hermione considered. Well, for now he didn�t have a name. He was a nobody like her. Neither of them existed in this time. Maybe he wouldn�t need a swan.

�Hello up there. I�m getting cramps. Fondle whatever appeals, but just get on with it, will you?� Lucius was feeling teased and tired and his temper was starting to fray again. He wanted those sixteen swats, a good wank, and then he wanted to sleep for ten hours. In that order.

Hermione gathered her courage in both hands and shot them under Lucius� groin again, this time seeking the far end of the wizard�s sex wand in the correct place. She grasped the velvety, plush tip in her fingers and slipped it carefully out from under the waistband of his trousers, freeing it as she pulled the cloth down and away from that unseen bulging temptation.

What she uncovered next was sheer poetry. It was a narrow, male arse but from there, fantasy took over. Lucius� firm buttocks glided out from a trim waist, first kissed by twin, shallow dimples, then rising in a heavenly arc of glowing ivory skin; its sides and shadowed central cleft were a sculpture waiting to happen. Hermione could see the bottom of his sac of �eggs� resting on the quilt well below the place where his body divided. It seemed all of his assets were generous. She just stared for a few seconds in silent awe, instantly converting to a butt worshipper.

She wasn�t able to pull the loosened trousers any lower without stretching them more because his legs were spread so far apart and she really didn�t have a reason to do it. So she reached for one of the pillows and tenderly stuffed it into the space between his legs, covering some of the view and protecting his sensitive equipment while leaving her main target bare.

�Mmph,� Lucius moaned. The pillow moving against such a vulnerable, responsive area was making his now-throbbing erection beat in time to the harsh breathing he was trying to hide.

Hermione jerked back, �I didn�t hurt you, did I?�

Lucius chuckled a little desperately, �Hermione you�re going to cane me. I think you don�t have to worry about touching me with a pillow. But I�m beginning to believe you�re drawing this out to torture me and I never did that to you.�

Hermione gazed once more at that perfect, ivory butt. Could she bear to mar it with the welts she saw on her own bum in the mirror? Damn straight she could. Her butt still felt like it was on fire and she knew her payback would only disfigure him temporarily. She needed the weight of power to swing just a little back over to her side and sixteen stripes would even their alliance again.

�Flexus extendo caduceus!� she intoned.

Lucius tensed and Whap!! the first blow fell and three heartbeats later the pain suddenly bloomed and expanded from the slowly reddening line across his butt. �Oi, that hurt!� he complained. �Not so hard. My swats weren�t that hard.� Sweet hell, that little female had quite an arm on her. Likely from hefting all those statues and books around. Hermione had already arrived at the far end of the range of pain he could enjoy and he was rethinking his scheme, realizing belatedly that he hadn�t been chastised like that for many years and was sadly out of practice. Be careful what you wish for, he groaned to himself.

�I�m not showing you my stripes, Lucius, but they�re still stinging. Yes, you hit me that hard. You don�t even remember because you were zoned out somewhere.� Hermione watched as the faint line bloomed brighter and brighter until a solid red stripe running across both butt cheeks marked her maiden attempt at wand flogging. Hermione wet her finger with her tongue and ran it across the line in wonder. She had never hit anyone before. This was rather exciting. And that it was Lucius Malfoy made the payback all the sweeter.

Lucius jolted at the wet caress, then relaxed back down on the bed waiting�and waiting�and waiting, before running out of patience. �Are you going to deliver just one of those an hour? Speed it up, can�t you?�

Whap!! Stripe number two lit, joining its fellow to make parallel, little sled tracks right across his bum. All Hermione got this time was a quiet hiss. Crack! Crack! Crack! Three more lashes intermixed with their colleagues and Hermione got the feeling Lucius was somehow absorbing the pain into himself somewhere, dealing with it and letting it go. She redoubled her efforts and the next five swipes were punctuated by some low moaning and the occasional flinch continuing through the catechism as she progressed. Much better. Lucius� once ivory expanse of skin now more resembled a knitting pattern drawn by a drunk.

The stripes were all fusing together in a swollen panorama as Lucius� light skin became a pageant of rosy pain. Still Hermione felt that Lucius wasn�t reacting as he should be to the numerous red, raised welts now decorating his posterior. She could feel the burn coming off his damaged dermis � goodness, she could probably roast marshmallows on that heat, if they even had the taste treats in this time period. Looking at Lucius� stripes made Hermione more conscious of her own burning grid of misery and she would have cringed in sympathy except Lucius was lying so still it was as though the bastard had fallen asleep. She could see a half-smile on his calm face, though.

Two more half-hearted blows and suddenly Hermione had enough. Her anger had burned itself out. Her backside still hurt, but her revenge wasn�t netting her the satisfying retribution she had wanted. Plus her arm was tired. She was also a little dismayed to find that each of the strokes on Lucius� bum had fed something dark inside her that she didn�t want to explore.

�That�s all. I�m finished,� Hermione announced unflexing her wand and aiming it at the bonds tying Lucius to the bed. The ties quickly came apart and Lucius rolled onto his side, leaning up on his elbow, his head on his hand contemplating his chastiser.

�That was only twelve lashes, Hermione. Are you going to call for the other four at a later time or are we back on an equal footing?�

�You counted?� Hermione averted her eyes from the wizard, fluttering her hand in the direction of his exposed groin. �You can pull up your trousers now. I won�t ask for the other strokes later.�

Lucius snorted at the innocence of his witch. One always counted the swats. She hadn�t asked for him to count them aloud and he didn�t want to muddy her first erotic lesson by showing her there was more to the art of caning or that he had any expertise in the technique.

�Are you planning on pulling on your knickers any time soon?� Lucius quizzically asked his little tormentor. There was no way he was going to pull up his tight pantaloons over his fiery backside. The caning itself had been good and clean if heavy-handed, but it was quite enough for him.

Hermione belatedly understood what she�d recommended, �Oh, no, of course you won�t want to raise your trousers. Uh, well, let me leave the room while you�do you have anything else to change into?� she asked the wallpaper beside the bed. �Maybe a dressing gown?�

�I�ll make one for tonight. I normally don�t bother with one.� Lucius casually drew up a corner of the quilt over himself to save Hermione�s blushes.

�It may not be worth much to you, Lucius, but I wasn�t trying to hide as payback. I heard a noise in the house and I got scared and hid in the secret panel.�

�As it happens, it�s worth quite a lot,� he said ruefully, �and my butt is on fire to prove it. To coin a Muggle phrase, I put my butt where my mouth is. Hmmm, that didn�t come out the way I envisioned it,� he laughed at the unlovely visual. �Ah, well. I do think you have a future in the dominatrix industry, however.� Oh, Gods, yes!. �But the noise was probably just the house settling. Why on earth would you choose the secret panel knowing the kidnappers had prior knowledge of it?�

�I warded the passage from the direction they must have come last time, and I warded the door and window. I thought I would be safe. Oh! How did you get in? I warded the door with my own secret spell.�

Lucius rolled his eyes at the na�vet� of his little firecracker. He had a lot of lessons to teach her before she was anywhere near his level of expertise, ingenuity, or cunning at the vast repertoire of spells, curses, hexes, and charms available to an accomplished wizard or witch. She might need every one of them if he rose to the level of power and wealth he was bent on. He intended on taking her with him and she would need those protections.

�Could you get through a first year student�s warding?� he asked pointedly.

�Of course, they wouldn�t have any finesse at all�oh, you mean�?� Hermione blushed. �Was my spell so bad?�

�Perhaps somewhat simplistic, not complicated enough to keep a wizard of my caliber out. If you wish I can teach you more advanced techniques. Later. For now, I would like to retire. It�s been a long day � and evening - for me. Are we still sharing a bed or do you want to have your own room now?�

�I heard a noise. You don�t believe me, but I did hear it. I would rather stay with you.�

Lucius was pleased at her choice for his own reasons so he said mildly, �I don�t mind. If we�re going to stay bedfellows for a while, I suppose I�ll need to wear something to bed.

�You wore your boxers before,� Hermione reminded him and then, before she could censor herself, �Why aren�t you wearing them now?� She felt her face flush at the temerity of her question.

�I fashioned them purely for your modesty,� Lucius smiled. �I�m not much disposed toward nightwear or underwear as a rule, but I think I�ll wear the undershorts to bed again rather than have to make a dressing gown I won�t use.�
Lucius changed the subject, �I found a large porcelain-coated tub in the room next to the old landlady�s bedroom. I'm here and you're completely safe now. Feel free to make use of it. I�m going to bed.� Lucius stood up, dropped his trousers the rest of the way and stepped out of them, folding them neatly on the chair. The rest of his clothes soon followed, but his audience was gone. Hermione had scooted out the door and down the stairs to the tub.

As she was filling the ornate hipbath with lukewarm water in deference to her blooming backside, Hermione relished the memory of her brief glimpse of Lucius, full frontal. She hadn�t even known penises came that big. Then she frowned � if she wasn�t mistaken, he�d still been hard as a rock. Now that was odd. Very odd.

Lucius, meanwhile, went straight for his coat and removed a small jar of lubricant he�d lifted from the brothel. He understood that Hermione wasn�t ready to accept him as a lover, so he needed to take care of himself until he could convince her.

Lucius had discovered he loved the erotic punishment the first time he�d received a caning from his father. He had barely been able to leave the room before spewing like a fizzy champagne bottle in his trousers. He�d been barely twelve at the time. A careful design of being just naughty enough to receive another caning every couple of weeks of that summer vacation had brought erotic bliss to his sexually budding psyche. Back in Hogwarts the young wizard had discovered the joys of giving as well as receiving, using his growing skills of intimidation to bring a surfeit of kinkiness to his unending teenage appetite and he�d blossomed into a complete switch.

The punishment Hermione had extracted from him had only whetted his fierce sexual arousal to boiling. Lucius grinned - the ignorant little witch had likely thought his erection was involuntary from the pain. It was from the pain, but entirely voluntary.

The blond wizard warded the bedroom door closed with a rather tighter spell than the one she had used, then went to work slathering the thick, silky emulsion on his pulsing erection, not knowing how long Hermione would take in that tub. He mourned the fact that he couldn�t lie on his back and savor the experience fully relaxed � his smarting bum made that undesirable - but this was old territory and he soon slipped into the familiar, salacious cadence of his own hand squeezing, pulling, and gently scratching under the tip of his swollen member just the way he liked it. An idle plan for teaching Hermione what he liked drifted by, but he was now firmly on his bawdy journey to completion and he mentally sank into the intense, shivering anticipation of his mounting orgasm.

Lucius faced the wall and propped himself up with one forearm, leaning on the peeling wallpaper as the wicked tension mounted in his balls. He gasped with the rippling sensations coursing through his body, magnified by both the physical throbbing and sexual arousal he�d extracted from the caning.

Lucius� body gloried in the bonfire he was slowly stoking with his hand, mercilessly wringing each millimeter of increasing pleasure from his engorged penis, building up the tension to bursting as he tightened his fingers and forced the skin back and forth along his staff faster and faster. He knew he was skating at the very edge of the precipice and tried to draw back, squeezing his shaft hard at the base, trying to make his lewd journey last, but his tumescent organ was so wildly stimulated he lost control.

His first caning in many years had done its job � too well. Lucius gave up and turned to prop himself on the wall with his shoulders and used both hands, one to stroke his turgid length rapidly and one to rub his balls together as the ecstasy approached. He hung on the edge of paradise for uncounted seconds, wholly immersed in the intense swell of desire centered in his pelvis, helplessly thrusting into the poor substitute of air with his pulsing hips as his balls tightened - then all his senses exploded in glorious release.

�Ahhhh, Gods!� Lucius shouted exultantly, letting himself pitch over the edge into divine bliss. �Fuck�ah, fuck,� he moaned in delirium as he languidly continued to pump his cock, his cum spewing out in unending spurts of viscous cream, falling softly onto the scarred wood floor to glisten palely in the moonlight. Lucius collapsed heavily against the wallpaper for a moment as his now sapped, bone-weary body recovered from his invigorating, draining climax and not caring in the least that his abused bum was crumbling the ancient wallpaper even more.

He waited for his heart to climb back in his chest, then grabbed his wand off the little table where Hermione had placed it, removed the evidence from the floor, tidied himself perfunctorily and unwarded the door. A minute later he was gingerly settling his green undershorts over his coveted lashes then dropping bonelessly onto the bed face down, a tired grin denoting the still-fading aftershocks in his groin.

Light snoring soon made a gentle sonata of sound throughout the darkened room as Lucius drifted away into exhausted unconsciousness.

tbc...

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For those interested a pic of a hipbath:

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