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A/N: Wow! Feedback and ratings for this have been great. It does inspire me to write more (and faster) when I see how excited you all are for more. This chapter is short (maybe the shortest). I swear I'm not trying to tease you. That's just how it worked out (and I promised myself I wouldn't aim for any kind of word count when I was writing this). Hope you enjoy.
Thank you, everyone, for the feedback.

Angel0fmusic, Moe, FieryPhoenix, an Anon: Thank you. And I hope I live up to the expectations.
Severus1snape: I’m glad you like it. Hot and brilliant is my kind of feedback. They meet in chapter three, so you don’t have long to wait.
Sera21: That might be my favorite compliment ever. You made me snort my water.
BellaPrincipessa: Thank you so much for the kind words. Sorry, there's no threesomes in this one. Draco does appear later but not in a sexual capacity. I really don’t think I can get this out faster than once a week. I feel like six days is pushing it as it is. I’m completely rewriting some chapters. Suddenly having a deadline is strange and not how I usually write. I don’t know if it’s going to work out or not. Thank you for the TMG love. It is still my baby, and I edit it whenever I can. My original ideas for TMG had Hermione sucking off Lucius at Eros, but I ended up making Lucius such a prick that I didn’t think it seemed believable; Snape was too protective of her to let that happen. But I am interested in your suggestion. When you say a D/s involvement between Snape/Hermione/Lucius, do you mean Snape and Lucius are both dominants, or Lucius and Hermione are both subs? I’m sure you meant the former, but now I'm intrigued by the latter. I kinda like both possibilities. I’ll keep it in the back of my mind and add it to my list of possible story ideas. I make no promises though. I never know what’s going to work out and what isn’t. Sometimes my muse has ADD.

2 — Deliver De Letter, the Sooner De Better
Dear Sir60,
I know you told me to consider things for a couple days, but I don’t think that will be necessary. All day I’ve done nothing but relive what you did to me. I was so wet I had to wring out my knickers when I came home. This is unbearable. And as my list of pros and cons is severely lopsided since I can’t think of any cons, I’m going to have to say definitively that I want to see you again.
Can we meet this weekend? I have a big meeting on Friday I have to get ready for, or I’d ask you to see me right now.
I don’t know what you do for a living, but you should wear that pirate costume all the time. I’ve had 50 swashbuckling fantasies since breakfast. I’m about to go to my room and have another right now. My bum is still pink from last night, but it’s starting to fade. I can’t stop checking it. Next time, you can take me to the captain’s cabin and show me what happens to naughty captives. I’ve never been pirate booty before.
Just in case I didn’t make it clear last night, you have the most gorgeous dick I’ve ever seen. And it tastes even better than it looks. You’ll let me have a second helping when I see you, won’t you? I can’t wait to get my hands on you again. But I want the whole package this time. Pirate costumes are exciting, but I want you naked.
Thinking of you,

BookGirl79

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Dear BookGirl,
It sounds as though I’ve made the cut. I look forward to blistering your backside on a regular basis. I’m glad you enjoyed what we did. I’ve never spanked royalty before, so it was noteworthy for me as well. More than once today, I’ve found myself staring off into space remembering how lovely you looked draped over my knee. Your bottom is even more magnificent when it’s glowing red. And your sweet little cunny—I’ve seen diamonds with less shine. I’m surprised you didn’t leave a trail of juice in your wake. I’ll have to bring a wet suit next time I see you.
I can meet you this weekend. Saturday or Sunday are both open for me. Whichever you choose is fine. I can’t get away until about 5:30 on Saturday though. Is there any particular reason you’d like to be spanked this time? Any bad habits you’d like to break? We can work on anything you’d like.
I know the spanking is what’s most important to you, so I’ll promise you right now that your bottom is going to be sore and red when I’m finished with you. You’re going to spend a lengthy time over my knee, and you’re going to love it. You haven’t experienced a clear conscience until you’ve been baptized by fire. You’re going to feel better than you have in years.
When we’re done, we’ll see how you feel. If you’re still eager to test out my wand, I’ll let you play to your heart’s content. But I intend to taste that pussy first. All my meals have been sadly bland compared to that honey dripping from your center. I’ll sate my appetite after I bake that beautiful bum to perfection.
I know you're eager to have sex this weekend, but I want to make it clear that this punishment you’re asking for is going to be intense. Emotionally and physically. You are going to cry. And you are going to be frightened. I know you have issues with “scary,” and I promise I will do nothing to overwhelm you; but you need to understand that giving up control to another person can be unsettling, especially for someone so used to being in charge. You got a taste of that at the hotel, but that was just for fun. You weren’t being corrected for anything, and I was purposely taking things slow with you. It’s going to be far more intense when we see each other this weekend. I think we should play things by ear when it comes to any sexual situations. You might not be up for a shagging after everything else. I’m not trying to make you nervous by saying all this. I just want to be honest. While I do want to get to know your pussy in as many ways as possible, I want to make sure you understand that things will only get as sexual as you want them to. If you feel worn out after the spanking, I completely understand. We have all the time in the world. There’s no rush.
I think we should meet somewhere neutral this time. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable having a stranger in your house (or knowing where you live). And I don’t think you want to come to my place; there are too many people here. Why don’t we meet at The Leaky Cauldron? Or did you have other ideas?
Let me know,

Sir60

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Dear Sir60,
The Leaky Cauldron sounds fine. You’d better book a corner room so we don’t disturb the other guests. How about meeting Saturday and Sunday? I’m sure we could think of something to fill the time.
I appreciate your warnings about how intense this is going to be, and I suppose you’re right about playing it by ear. I do need to be shagged, but I need to be spanked even more. I know this will be serious, but are you going to take care of me when it’s over? I meant it about needing you to hug me. I know that might take away from your role as authority figure, especially in a punishment situation; but part of the reason I want this is so I don’t feel so alone. The way you kissed my forehead at the ball was so bloody sweet. That’s exactly what I want (and need). You’re not going to stop doing that just because we’re not playing, are you?
I don’t know if there’s any reason I deserve to be punished. I don’t really do anything bad (except maybe work too hard), but there are loads of things that I don’t like about myself. I also feel extremely guilty about many things in my past. It’s complicated to explain. But I can’t stop blaming myself no matter how logically I look at it. In my head I know those things weren’t my fault, but my heart tells a different story. I don't like to dwell on it; it takes a good deal of effort to keep it from eating me alive. You can punish me for any reason you like. I'm sure you've already analyzed me well enough to know my darkest secrets better than I do. I'll leave it to you to decide.
Could you give me a taste of what you're planning this weekend? I need something to tide me over and keep my mind from worrying about my meeting. I'd much rather think about my favorite pirate.
Can't wait till this weekend,

BookGirl79

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Dear BookGirl,
You made it very clear from the beginning that you needed the affection as much as the discipline. If I was incapable of providing something you needed, I wouldn’t have suggested we meet. Being “sweet” is not my usual modus operandi, but I am willing to branch out to accommodate you. I didn’t find it difficult or unpleasant holding your hand or kissing your brow at the hotel, so perhaps I don’t know my own strengths. I won’t lie to you, I’ve never been that affectionate with another witch. It is a stretch for me, but perhaps it’s time I tested out some new options.
Guilt is an old friend of mine as well. It follows one like a shadow, darkening even the brightest days. Sometimes for life. From your age, I'm going to guess that you were somehow affected by the final battle. Was survival your crime? It was mine. But my misery actually was my fault. Perhaps you will one day find the absolution that has eluded me.
I don’t know if you need to be punished for working too hard. If it keeps you sane, maybe it’s the best thing for you right now. I would only feel comfortable correcting you if your obsessive work habits were interfering with your health. Dedication isn’t something I discourage in any person, acquaintance or lover. But I’m certain we can find a suitable reason to turn you over my knee.
I honestly don’t know what I plan to do to you. It’s not something I think about ahead of time. I’ll know better what you need when I see you. But if you need an assignment to hold you over, I can oblige.
Do you remember the way I left you when we parted? I want you strip down to your knickers and then pull them up hard just as I did. Make sure you can feel it stem to stern. Leave them like that and touch your nipples until you’re nice and juicy. When your gusset is wet and you can feel it overflowing, you can rub your little pussy. But no adjusting your knickers. Touch yourself through them. I want those panties soaked. Climax as much as you please. When you’re done, take them off and tell me how they smell. If you’re a brave witch, you’ll tell me how they taste too.
I think we'd better restrict ourselves to just one day of fun this first time. An entire weekend of spanking and fucking might be a bit much for either of us to jump into.
Corner room booked,

Sir60

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Dear Sir60,
I just finished my assignment. I wanted to write you while it was fresh in my mind. I’m naked in bed right now with my knickers drying next to me. They smell good. I’ve never really sniffed my own knickers before (except to make sure they’re clean), but now they reek of pussy. I don't really have anything to compare it to, but I’d say it smells sweetly musky.
As for the taste, I’m going to go with cotton. Yep. Definitely like licking cotton . . . with a hint of salt. However, I have the benefit of unlimited access to the supply line. I can get a better sample. On my fingers, I taste like musky, sweetened chicken. Or scallops. It’s good. And slippery. I’ll leave the final verdict to your more discerning palette.
Okay, I went and took a shower, and now I can think clearly enough to write.
I know hugging isn't every wizard’s cup of tea, so I appreciate your willingness to break character. If it’s something you’re not used to, I’ll try to keep that in mind. I don’t want to overload you the first day.
I am truly touched by your honesty about the war and what it’s done to you. Survival is my penance too. I don’t like to talk about it with my friends. They have their own losses, and I feel bad reminding them of that. I’d do anything I could to lessen their pain and help them forget.
But I can’t forget. It’s part of the reason I work so much; it occupies my thoughts and keeps my brain from being too morbid. The nightmares have become less frequent, but when I can’t sleep, I think about everyone who died. I rarely burst into tears for no reason anymore. (That tended to keep men at a distance.) But sometimes, I'm so numb I can't feel anything. That might be another reason I fancy the spanking. It gives me something to feel other than nothing or horror.
I won't ramble on about it anymore, but I'm glad you understand and won't think I'm a complete nutter if I can't stop crying. I am so ready for this week to be over. Preparing for this meeting is eating a hole in my gut. I can't wait to see you and forget about all this for a while. I think I’ll pick Saturday for our get together.
The sooner the better,

BookGirl79

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Dear BookGirl,
I do understand. Battle is traumatizing. It scars us all. Sometimes those wounds are visible but often they're not. Have you ever seen anyone to talk to professionally? The crying and numbness could be signs of deeper issues. If you ever feel as though you're regressing while you’re with me, just tell me. Most witches I've met find spanking therapeutic, but being powerless might bring up some skeletons you thought were long buried. I want to help you, not cause you to relapse. This arrangement is about control, but it's also about me taking care of you. A good dominant isn't out to destroy his submissive, he should be building her into a stronger witch, making sure she has what she needs to succeed. You will never trust a man who doesn't have your best interests at heart. And you shouldn't.
How is your health other than what you've mentioned? Are you sleeping well? Do you have stomach problems or headaches? Any injuries I should know about? What about birth control? Are you taking something or using barrier charms? (I don't need any “little me's" running around in the world.) If you want an anti-fertilization potion or an implantation blocker, I can brew you anything you'd like.
What about your job? You seem to find it rather stressful. Is it affecting your well-being? I don't think you're the kind of witch who would take a job she hated and then worry about it, so I can only assume that you are anxious because your work means a great deal to you. Do you mind me asking what you do?
Wait . . . I think I can guess. My brain could use the stretch. Let's see. Going by what I've surmised thus far, I'm going to venture that you have a job where you help people. You're not a mediwitch, but you do something where you care about others. Something tense and mentally involved . . . with meetings. You seem to find comfort in order, so I’m going to say either a private law firm or a Ministry job in either international co-operation or law. I’m leaning toward law. You like order too much for me to go in another direction. Now that I think about it, the Ministry is a better guess. You didn't use any legal jargon when we met, so you're not arguing before the Wizengamot on a regular basis.
Tell me more about your life. I’m curious what else we share besides guilt and a love of discipline. You seem to be intelligent, and with your work ethic, I assume you did well in school. I like a witch with a brain (brains are sorely lacking in my line of work). And I take it by your handle that you enjoy reading. I look forward to meeting the witch behind the mask.
This weekend cannot come soon enough,

Sir60

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Dear Sir60,
I’m extremely glad that I chose you over the other respondents. I don’t think anyone else has ever put words to how I feel as well as you have. It seems I know you a little better with each letter. I don’t know what you’ve been through that would have ever led you label yourself anti-social, but I find you both understanding and insightful. And sexy. When we met, you were courteous and kind. You were a gentleman (even when you were nicking my knickers and smacking my bum). Even though you took charge, you did so in a way that wasn’t demeaning. I found you strangely calming and exciting at the same time. You’re obviously a talented lover, but the way you made me feel was far more important to me. I may have been scared about what we were doing, but I wasn’t scared of you. You put me at ease. I think I need that in my life.
I am counting the hours until we meet again. By the way, what time are we meeting on Saturday? I have the whole day free, so I’m sure I’ll get there before you. I’ll be the one reading in the back near the fire.
In answer to your questions about my health, yes, I am seeing someone about my problems. She had her hands full when I showed up in that office. Things were really bad for a while, but after about a year, I started to improve. We slowly tapered down my visits, and now I only see her twice a year (or more if something’s bothering me). Otherwise, my health is fine. I used to have stomach problems and headaches, but they’ve faded over the years. I don’t sleep perfectly, but that’s mostly because I stay up late working on reports before bed.
I do take an anti-fertilization potion every month, but I prefer making it myself. It's one of the few things I get to brew anymore. Thank you for the offer though. I don’t need any “little me's" running about either. I am not ready for kids.
And you were wrong for once, I don’t work in any law department at the Ministry. I work in the Creature Rights and Cooperation Department. We do often deal with legal cases, but we are not part of the Justice Department or the Wizengamot. I do love my job. I don’t just work late because I’m obsessive. I do it because I believe in the equality of all magical species. Someone needs to stand up for them. Nothing could be more important to me. It is stressful though. And I’m scared to take breaks for fear that something catastrophic will happen while I’m gone. It terrifies me.
I don’t know what all I should tell you about myself. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and wind up with you having some preconceived idea of what I’m really like. But I’ll give it a shot.
I like to read. I have an ancient cat, who I’m pretty sure only stays alive so I won’t be alone. Both of my parents are Muggles. I’m a godmother to a three-year-old boy who can’t pronounce my name. I was first in my class at school. I went to university, and I have a degree in Sociology and Public Administration/Social Service. I have a scar on my arm which I keep hidden with a glamour at all times. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be either a librarian or a teacher. (Although when I was two, I wanted to be a chimpanzee for about a week.) My cat and I live in a tiny flat in London. I can clean said flat in less than two hours by hand and two minutes by magic. My flat is immaculate. You could eat off the bathroom floor. I only own five pairs of shoes. I might own over 1000 books. I’ve been to France, Greece, Spain, Italy, Bulgaria, Egypt, America, Canada, Australia, Brazil, and Sweden. I’ve been to every Quidditch World Cup since 2000, but I’m a terrible flyer. I speak passable Mermish and Goblin. I have dinner with the Minister of Magic once a month. I hate raw seafood. My favorite color is blue. I know how to drive a car. I masturbate every day. My favorite flavor of ice cream is mint chocolate chip. I like ballet and opera. I love Shakespeare. I’m a feminist. My two best friends are male. I’ve ridden a dragon. I own 52 pairs of knickers. Coffee makes me nervous. The only alcoholic beverage I can stand is champagne. My favorite subject in school was ancient runes. I hate cherries on sundaes but like them in pies. I love kids, but I don’t think I want to have any. I like thunderstorms. I also like the beach.
I hope that was enough for you to work up a comprehensive psychological profile on me. I don’t want there to be any unpleasant surprises when we meet. Will you tell me about yourself as well? I understand if you don’t want to reveal quite so much, but I would like to know more about you too.
And I have to ask you something. Does this mean anything to you? I mean, you’ve spanked over a hundred witches. Am I just another bum over your lap or a wet pussy? I hope that didn't sound accusatory; I’m really just curious. I have no idea what this is like from your perspective.
See you tomorrow,

BookGirl79

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Dear BookGirl,
Just when I start to think I’m figuring you out, you come up with something that leaves me back at square one. I am surprised by the number of things we have in common. I didn’t see that coming. I was hoping to fit well with you in a sexual way, but it seems we share more than just punishment fantasies. I’ll see you in about twelve hours, so I guess we’ll be able to explore all this in person soon.
I’m glad you are seeing someone professional about the war, and I’m relieved that you are so much improved. I know it’s hard to face your past. And sometimes it’s even harder to ask for help. Your bravery puts mine to shame.
I’m in favor of doing something you’re passionate about. So if your work is what inspires you, then I don’t think it’s harming you. Passion can be stressful. I don’t know if it’s healthy for you to work so hard without time off, but I think you should do what fulfills you. Perhaps our meetings will be the break you need.
And you can nit-pick words all you like. I guessed your line of work pretty damn accurately. I expect a handsome reward when I see you.
I’m still re-reading your biography/confession. I can’t hold a candle to your candor, but I can volley the serve.
I, too, am a voracious reader (a commonality that is important to me). I’ve never thought to count number of books I own, but I suspect it’s over 1000 as well. I have never had a pet in my entire life, but I don’t dislike animals. I’m fond of cats. They’re independent for the most part and look as if they’re silently judging the world and finding it lacking. I can relate. Only one of my parents was Muggle: my father. Although I use that term in title only. He was barely human. Both of my parents have passed away, but I mourned only one. I also have a godson, although he has no problem pronouncing my name, and he’s 26. After I got out of school, I apprenticed with a Potions master. When I was little, my only ambition was to be powerful enough to destroy my father. An aneurysm did the job for me. I live alone in a small flat in Cokeworth. I have no idea how long it would take me to clean it all at once. I always do it one room at a time. It is clean though. I believe I own more shoes than you (although some are boots). I also have a glamour-obscured scar on my arm. I’ve never been outside of Great Britain and have little desire to travel. I have never been to the QWC, but I do like Quidditch, and I am a good flyer. I also know the Minister, but I don't eat with him regularly. Except for oysters, I am not a fan of raw seafood either. My favorite color is black. I haven’t driven a car in years. I only masturbate when necessary (though the frequency has increased since Halloween). I don’t believe I have a favorite flavor of ice cream. The sensual pleasure of food could never be reduced to a favorite for me. I like opera. I’ve never been to the ballet. Who doesn’t like Shakespeare? I’ve never really thought of myself as a feminist. I’ve never fought for witches’ equality, but I certainly don’t harbor any misogynistic ideals. In my experience, powerful witches outnumber the wizards. My desire for control has nothing to do with degrading females. I’ve acted as master to several wizards as well. Except for body parts, there’s not much difference. I only have one friend (male). I have never ridden a dragon (but I am intrigued). I own zero pairs of knickers but maybe 20 pairs of boxers. Recently, I branched out to boxer-briefs. I can’t decide if I fancy them or not. Coffee is my morning savior. Without it the body count would become troublesome. Champagne is a good choice. I also enjoy wine. My favorite subject in school was Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have no feelings about cherries whatsoever. Children are the bane of my existence. I also like thunderstorms, and I like the beach so long as it’s quiet.
Surprisingly, your last question was the most revealing part of your letter. My answer is both easy and complicated. Yes, this does mean something to me—for reasons I understand and some I don’t. I answered your ad hoping to reconnect to a part of myself that I’d let fall dormant. But it wasn’t just the spanking, it was life in general. Everything had become rote. For too long I’ve hidden from life. I think I wanted to know if I could be human again. I don’t know if I’m any closer to an answer, but I’m enjoying the journey. I don’t get to say that too often.
So rest assured that this means a great deal to me. I need to know who I am now, who I’ve become. I am no longer the man I used to be. I’ve changed. My tastes have changed; my temperament has changed. I'd like to experience life from this new vantage point. Beyond that, my motives are a mystery, even to me. I need this as much as you do, and perhaps for reasons not so dissimilar.
And no, you are not just another bum over my lap or a wet pussy. I have never viewed any of the witches I’ve been in a dominant relationship with as just another warm body. I knew each of them intimately. I had to; that was my job. They weren’t just objects there for my entertainment. I never thought less of any of them because of what they needed or what they asked me to do. It didn’t dehumanize them in my eyes. It made them easier to understand. They were the mirror of my own desires.
I took no offense at your question; I know why this is important to you. You’re asking me to become a major player in your life. You’re entrusting me with your darkest thoughts and fantasies. Most people avoid such embarrassing and painful situations, but you’re inviting me to do something that will not only cause you physical pain but will leave you vulnerable in ways that most people can’t imagine. Please don’t ever think that I’ve forgotten that.
That you want to balance that exposure with intimacy and affection is understandable. I’m impressed you are so honest with both me and yourself. As long as you always tell me what you need, I’ll do my best to provide it. In a relationship like this, hiding your true feelings is both dangerous and counterproductive. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need. I think we’ll get along together very well. I find your honesty refreshing. I don’t feel as if there is some hidden plot you’re waiting to spring on me. That’s a relief. I’m too old to be playing games (and I suspect you’re too busy).
I’ll be at The Leaky Cauldron at 6:00. The room is paid up until the next day. We have as much time as you’d like. I’ll find you when I get there. I’ll be wearing black (non-pirate this time). I’m sure I’ll be able to spot you even without your wig (or precarious cleavage). I want you to wear your favorite pair of knickers for me. Wear them all day. I want you thinking about who's going to take them off and just how red your naughty little bottom is going to be when I'm through with you. And don't wear any kind of scent. The only fragrance I want to smell is the aroma of your need soaking those panties. Most pirates sail under a skull and cross bones, but I think creamy knickers would be a more appropriate banner in this situation, don't you?
Until tomorrow evening,
Sir60
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