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7 Days (In Time Series 1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 13846 -:- 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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Hermione had been busy with getting ready to go back to Hogwarts all day and hadn’t had a chance to visit Arthur in his shed. She and Ginny had gone with Molly to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies and on their return, Hermione felt duty-bound to help with the housework as Molly had been kind enough to do her washing for her. As much as she would have loved to skip out to go and see Arthur, Hermione knew she had to wait until there was no chance she would get caught for any further tasks.
She was feeling a little guilty because the night before she had stolen the cane Arthur had used to punish her and she knew she shouldn’t have taken it. Hermione wasn’t sure whether he had realised she had purloined it at the time but she was sure he would have discovered the theft by now. She wasn’t really sure why she had taken it, knowing that getting caught would only end with her being given more punishment, probably with the same instrument she had stolen, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself.
In the immediate aftermath of the caning, when her bottom still felt as if it was on fire, Arthur had made her cum and she hadn’t been able to hold in her cries of ecstasy despite his order that once again she should remain silent. Fortunately, it was too late for him to punish her further as it was almost time for dinner but Hermione was certain he would have no hesitation in doing so in any future interactions between them because his wonderful hands knew just how to give her orgasm after orgasm and Arthur knew she couldn’t control her vocal chords.
Her only thought at the time had been to get rid of the instrument that had given her so much pain and she hadn’t really considered properly the consequences of taking it.
Dinner had been an uncomfortable affair as her bottom was still stinging like wildfire and she had trouble sitting at the table. Fortunately for her, Ron noticed her fidgeting and Hermione had been able to pretend she had a backache that was causing her a problem with the chair. He had fetched her a cushion, which had been a blissful relief — for a few minutes — but when the stinging sensation began to return, Hermione feigned a headache, citing the need for an early night, particularly if she was going shopping the following day.
As was always the case when she was in the house, Hermione hadn’t looked at Arthur to see his reaction. That would be too dangerous. Whatever he had done to her in the shed had to stay out there. Here in the house he was Ron’s father and nothing more, and she would act accordingly.
Hermione was grateful that because she had gone to bed early she was given a little time on her own to examine her sore bottom and try to do something about the pain. To be fair, it had dulled considerably after she had taken the pain relieving potion Molly had insisted on giving her for her head and back aches, and she suspected that the Muggle paracetamol and ibuprofen mix she had been intending to take wouldn’t have worked anywhere near as quickly or as well.
She removed her clothes and turned to examine herself in the long mirror in the bedroom she shared with Ginny. Her bottom was still bright red. There were a couple of thin white lines which showed the demarcation of the strokes, but actually, it didn’t look anywhere near as bad as it felt. From the burning pain she could still feel she had expected there to be deep bruising or ugly great welts but the fact that her bottom was just red showed that Arthur hadn’t hit her anywhere near as hard as he could have done.
Lying on her back was not going to be an option tonight, which might cause a problem as she often turned that way in her sleep. But hopefully, with the mixture of the pain relief and sleeping on her side, by the time she had to get up to go shopping it wouldn’t be anywhere near as painful and the redness should have started to decrease. Hermione stepped into her pyjama bottoms, then retrieved the top from where it rested on her pillow. She climbed into bed, wincing a little as she tried to find a comfortable position or at least one that wouldn’t stop her from sleeping.
She had just about managed to get settled when Ginny came to bed, and the two girls spent the best part of an hour before they fell asleep chatting about where they needed to visit while they were in Diagon Alley, including a visit to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes to see how George was faring without Fred.
This then led onto a conversation about what they thought Hogwarts was going to be like after the rebuilding; whether they had managed to get it fully restored in the four months since the battle that had taken place there or if it was going to be an ongoing task with areas of the castle out of bounds to students and classes relocated to other areas of the castle.
After Molly had woken the girls and they dashed around getting ready to go out, Hermione realised the pain was gone from her bottom. A quick glance in the mirror while Ginny was in the bathroom showed that the marks had faded considerably and were only just noticeable. She hadn’t really had a chance to consider it while they were shopping, and helping Molly with the housework wasn’t the ideal time to think about Arthur and what he had done to her either.
But now she was free and Hermione had just turned down the offer to join the others in a quick game of Quidditch before dinner, saying she wanted to check out her new school books. No one was surprised by this and while Ginny trailed off to the field to join her brother, Ron, and her boyfriend, Harry, Hermione headed upstairs to the bedroom.
She retrieved the cane from her trunk where she had placed it before dinner the previous night, studying it as she debated what to do. The truth was that as an instrument for punishment the cane had been extremely painful, far more so than she had expected. But as Arthur had no doubt discovered when he had fingered her, it had made Hermione as horny as hell. Holding the cane in her right hand, she flicked it gently against her left palm, hissing as the bloody thing stung almost as much as Arthur hitting her bottom had done. She examined the light mark that had appeared across her palm. So, it really didn’t take much pressure to cause pain.
Hermione knew she had two choices. She could give the cane back to Arthur and accept that a similar punishment would be given to her, which she would have no choice but to accept if she wanted to remain one of his artefacts, or she could hang onto it and deny all knowledge of its removal from the shed. Arthur would know she was lying as no one else could possibly have taken it, but as long as he didn’t search her belongings — which Hermione was fairly certain he would never do — he would be unable to prove it and she would be safe from the nasty painful instrument.
As she prepared herself for her visit to the shed, Hermione considered both options carefully. While the second option appealed greatly, obviously, as it would stop any further canings, she was aware that it was unlikely to stop punishment generally. Arthur had a shed full of objects that could probably be utilised or he might even resort to spanking her which she had no doubt would be almost as painful as the cane and would probably take far longer to administer.
The sensible option would be to give the cane back, apologise and suggest that Arthur punish her for her transgression before he forced her into it. Hermione’s bottom twinged for a moment as if to remind her of the pain she would suffer if she chose that option but she ignored it as she tried to make a decision.
The bit that was giving her cause for concern was that she knew that if she offered herself up for more punishment she would have to be prepared for a lengthier caning session than the one she had suffered the day before. Hermione had seen the disappointment on Arthur’s face when she had caved so quickly and used the safe word to stop him although he had rapidly quelled the expression, presumably so as not to upset her.
For a moment her stomach roiled at the thought but then she remembered how aroused the pain had made her and how excited Arthur had got too. With any luck, it would enable them to move things on finally, to take the next step in their relationship. Hermione had imagined having sex with Arthur so many times now and she couldn’t wait for it to happen in reality. The other thing on her side was that there wasn’t that long until dinner so Arthur was going to be unable to do too much damage — at least she hoped not.
Her decision made, Hermione finished dressing, picked up the cane and slipped it down her top to hide it from anyone she might run into, then left the bedroom. She hurried out of the house checking to make sure no one was in the vicinity to see her as she reached Arthur’s shed, looking around her once more before she opened the door and slipped inside. She grinned at Arthur as he looked up from the Walkman that now lay in pieces on the workbench.
Arthur had been working on the music player whilst anxiously awaiting Hermione’s arrival. He knew she had taken the cane and understood why, but he hoped that it hadn’t been enough to put her off coming to see him again.
He had spent the morning working in the garden while Molly, Ginny and Hermione were on their shopping trip, retreating to the shed as soon as he was finished. But as the afternoon progressed and he still hadn’t received a visit, Arthur began to worry that the caning had been a step too far, particularly for someone who had, presumably, never experienced corporal punishment before.
He smiled in return as relief rushed through him. ‘Good afternoon, Hermione.’
‘I’ve got something of yours, Mr Weasley,’ Hermione said without preamble knowing they didn’t have much time before dinner.
‘Really? And what would that be?’ Arthur was a little surprised that Hermione was admitting to taking the cane, and that she had brought it back, but he didn’t show it. He looked at her trying to work out where it could be hidden — she certainly wasn’t carrying it.
‘If you undress me you’ll find out,’ Hermione said with a cheeky wink.
Arthur glanced at his watch, working out how long they had until dinner, excitement rising within him as he moved towards Hermione. It had been the work of seconds to find to the cane as he removed her thin summer clothes, the underwear seemingly nonexistent, and his heart pounded as her beautiful naked body was revealed once more.
‘I suppose you’re going to punish me for taking the cane?’ Hermione asked.
Arthur was surprised that she didn’t sound anywhere near as anxious about it as he expected. If anything, she seemed quite cocky.
‘I have to teach you that stealing is wrong,’ he said gravely.
Hermione gave a brief nod. ‘You do understand why I took it, though? It was an immediate reaction to the pain. I wasn’t really thinking very clearly.’
‘Obviously not otherwise you would have realised that it would only gain you further punishment.’
Hermione turned and bent over the workbench settling herself into position without being asked. Now it came to it her heart was beating fit to burst with terror. It felt like there was a large ball of lead in her stomach making her feel sick, and she had the urge to turn and flee, not even worrying about the fact that she was naked. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself, the little voice in her mind reminding her that she had to do this otherwise it would be the end of her time with Arthur.
She could feel him watching her, admiring her naked body, his gaze fixed on her bottom as he considered what he was about to do. Hermione clenched her fists for a moment drawing on the strength it gave her. As long as Arthur didn’t wait too much longer she would be fine, she knew she would. But the waiting was almost as bad as the caning itself.
‘Please, Mr Weasley,’ she begged quietly, her eyes turned towards him showing the same pleading expression.
He walked towards her and Hermione turned back, face down and looking at the workbench trying to focus on the internal workings of the Walkman that Arthur had been working on at her arrival. Whatever happened she needed to hold on, needed to remain quiet and not say the safe word.
‘What’s your safe word, Hermione?’ Arthur asked as he gently stroked her bottom.
For Hermione, it seemed as if his voice was a million miles away at the bottom of a deep tunnel and she could hardly hear it.
Almost breathlessly, she replied ‘Red.’
‘Good girl.’
The stroking stopped and Hermione’s stomach clenched violently as the seconds ticked by. Then she heard the swish of the cane and a moment later felt the red-hot pain as it flared across her bottom. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath as she clenched her fists again determined to stop herself from touching the stinging flesh.
It seemed like it was almost immediately that the second stroke landed and this time she had more trouble keeping in the cry. Hermione breathed deeply, trying to elevate her mind and take it away from the pain but as each stroke landed the ability to shake it off became harder and harder. But she was determined not to say the safe word despite the tears that were once again streaming down her face or the cries that she was unable to stop herself from issuing,
Arthur paused at one point as if he had expected her to stop him, but when he realised that she hadn’t given the safe word he continued the punishment. Hermione was sweating now, the exertion of trying so hard not to give in making her exhausted.
As the cane connected with her bruised and painful bottom for the tenth time, Hermione finally forced out the safe word through gritted teeth, the effort almost enough to finish her off. She stayed bent over the workbench sobbing relentlessly now it was over, her bottom so sore that she didn’t even dare to move as she knew the slightest ripple of a muscle would cause her agony.
Arthur came to join her, his hand softly stroking her spine but steering clear of her bottom, obviously worried about her. Hermione tried to stand up, a hiss of pain escaping her lips as she straightened and the muscles in her bottom contracted.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
Hermione, who was biting her bottom lip in an effort not to scream nodded unhappily as she wiped away the tears that were still falling.
‘I imagine your bottom is very sore now.’ Arthur was sympathetic.
Hermione nodded again, still seemingly unable to speak.
‘It’s going to be difficult to sit down for a while I would have thought, and I don’t think a pain relieving potion is going to help as much as it did last time.’ Arthur had moved to examine Hermione’s bottom more closely. He frowned, realising he might have overdone the punishment in his excitement. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you so much, Hermione. You should have stopped me. You knew what the safe word was.’
Hermione’s hand wiped away more tears, but she smiled at Arthur wanting him to understand that she had known what she was doing.
‘I think I’ve definitely learnt my lesson now and I can assure you I won’t be stealing the cane again.’ She saw Arthur visibly relax as he realised she wasn’t seriously injured if she was able to joke with him. ‘I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to sit down for dinner this evening, though. It was bad enough last night.’
Arthur looked pensive for a moment before answering, ‘I can try using a spell to reduce the pain if you want. I’m not sure how effective it will be, but it’s the only thing I can think of at short notice.’
Hermione considered his suggestion wondering if a spell would work. She knew that you could mend broken bones and even heal wounds with magic, but she had never heard of it being used for pain relief except with the use of something like Stupefication which would completely stop the pain while the person affected was out cold.
But that seemed a bit of an over-reaction for the type of pain she was suffering and it wasn’t likely that Arthur would do it anyway, particularly when there wasn’t much time left before dinner. Molly would be sure to wonder what had happened to her if she didn’t make it to the table with the rest of the family and Stupefication would be even more difficult to explain than an extremely sore bottom.
‘How—’ she began.
Arthur, who now had his wand in his hand, shrugged. ‘I’m not sure. I was just going to try something general. It might not work, but—’
‘Anything’s got to be better than nothing,’ Hermione said. ‘Sitting at the table was bad enough last night. I’m not sure I can even sit down at the moment. It really does hurt.’
Arthur shot her a sympathetic smile. ‘Here goes nothing, then.’
He waved his wand and Hermione couldn’t help but tense her muscles, a cry of pain escaping her lips at the movement. Arthur looked worried once more and caught himself in the middle of the second wave, stopping what he was doing in case he was causing further damage.
‘That was me, not you,’ Hermione said. ‘Carry on.’
Arthur waved his wand again. ‘How do you feel? Is there any improvement at all?’
‘Yes. It feels slightly less painful. It still really hurts though.’
‘Okay, I’ll do it again, but this will have to be the last time,’ Arthur warned. ‘I don’t want to end up doing something that injures you even worse.’
For the fourth time, he waved his wand. For a moment the pain in Hermione’s bottom seemed to intensify, red hot and almost unbearable, but just as quickly the sensation died and although Hermione could still feel the sting it was definitely a little improved.
‘Thank you, Mr Weasley. That’s much better,’ Hermione said, smiling again.
‘I feel a bit bad about you thanking me for giving you pain,’ Arthur admitted ruefully. ‘You need to get dressed. It’s almost time for dinner.’
Although her bottom definitely felt better than it had in the immediate aftermath of the caning it was still extremely painful, and far worse than it had been the day before. Hermione already knew she was going to be feigning a really bad backache at dinner, but somehow she would get through it and another pain-relieving potion would definitely help regardless of what Arthur thought.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ she promised, before slipping out of the shed door and making her slow and uncomfortable way back towards the house.
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