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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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A/N : Dear Readers, lots of mishaps occurred. First my Disclaimer was incorrect, so I had to correct that.

Second, I also noticed some typos, spelling mistakes, and page layout that needed fixing, so when I tried to fix those, I deleted my story by mistake. (Hits Head against nearest wall) yeah I am a dork like that ! Thus I lost all of my reviews, hits and stats :[

And 3^rd When I re-posted the story, I made some editing and added parts and passages in the 3 first chapters, intended as foreshadowing for future chapters.

I suggest you re-read the first 3 chapters, in case you are interested.

I appreciate feedback, and constructive criticism, and your words of encouragement.

Please Read and Review, and help me gain back my stats?

Thank you , Enjoy :]

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Chapter 6: In burning shame

‘This is for thoughts’

“This is for dialogue”

‘This is for flashbacks’

He rearranged their position on the couch, so that her chest and head were laid comfortably on the couch seat, his right hand caressing her spine and lower back, in a soothing motion.

Hermione was hearing his words echoing in her hollow skull, she was losing her mind.

‘I intend on doing many many many things to you, you never knew existed, sweet know-it-all witch….’

‘This could not be happening to me, I am still in a coma, I am not here, he is not touching me…I am not bent over his knees…’

‘….I will break you, reshape you, train you, and own you.’

'He intends to break me?? Train me?? For what? And OWN me?! I am not a thing I am a human being, damn it! Oh!! Sweet Merlin’s staff!! He wants to make me his slave??!!'

The word slave just rubbed her the wrong way; made her whole being stiffen, despite the fact that she still couldn’t move her lower body. She’d rather die before she yielding to his plans. She’d rather die before giving him the satisfaction of breaking and degrading her.

She is Hermione Jean Granger, the muggle-born Gryffindor witch, friend of Harry Potter, and the brightest witch of her age! She won’t be reduced to the status of slave. A Slave who has no rights, lower than a house-elf! He could beat her, torture, violate and rape her, and nobody would dare question him!!

She will not be turned into less than human being, treated as an object for his pleasure, at his service. She’s still a virgin for Godric’s sake!!

She wanted to save this precious gift until marriage. She was brought up by her parents to be responsible. It was a well thought of choice on her part as well. Besides, she did not have time; back at school for such frivolity like her other roommates. Her world was made of books, of schoolwork, and research, to stop this devil from ruining people’s lives. Sadly, her worst nightmare seems to have become true. She failed. Now she is paying for it, this is her real punishment.

When she and Ron started a “romantic” relationship, he nagged, wanting her to take it to the next level with him, but she always refused, it never felt right. They kissed and snogged, but she couldn’t bring herself to go all the way. Never feeling the “spark” which the Patil sisters talked about, or the “electrifying” feelings Lavender Brown kept on squealing and ah’ing and oh’ing over, when said idiot was checking Ron’s tonsils with her tongue. As well as Ginny, who was having multiple “sexcapades” on the side, whilst dating Harry. A fact that she told Ginny, then, was immoral, and dishonest.

Come to think of it, she always felt a bit disgusted, and nauseous, kissing Ron. It was like kissing a slobbering dog, his tongue felt like a limp noodle. She loved Ron, but finally she had to admit that she was not in love with him.

She thought of sex as a means to procreate, from a methodical and medical perspective, a physical function, like eating or sleeping. Even at the peak of her hormones’ flare-ups, she masturbated automatically, as a stress outlet, not out of lust, or sexual desire, and it was mainly before and after her menstruations. Simply satisfying a physiological need. Never really understanding what the girls fussed about.

Wonder where they all are now! Maybe their blood status would spare them harsher treatment? Ginny would be considered blood-traitor, let alone being Harry’s “girlfriend”, she did not want to even think about it. Merlin help them all.

She was spared for 2 years, her respite is over, he wants to reduce her to a “slave”?!

He can spank her all he likes. Torture, even rape her, but she will not abide willingly. She will thwart his plans, and fight back every step of the way; it is not about “her life or pride” anymore. It is about her proving to this bigoted, promiscuous, immoral arse that Hermione Granger will not yield or cave in. Not now not ever! By Merlin, she will make him rue the day he thought he could degrade her like this!

His velvety voice snapped her out of her thunderous thoughts.

”Disobeying a direct order to sit twice, and speaking, without my permission.”

“20 “ she mumbled

“No pet, 25”

“Why ? Aren’t you talking about the Canine incident?" She turned her head to the left, on the smooth and buttery soft couch leather, trying to see his face, and gauge his reaction. Again the trembling of his body informed her of his more than merry mood. His face was sinisterly amused.

“Canine incident?!! Ye..sss ex..a..ctly …” From his muffled chuckle and faltering speech, she knew he was laughing his ass off, at her.

‘He should invite Draco so that the latter would gloat and tell her… I told you so. keep your big mouth shut…blah blah blah’ she mimicked in her fuming mind.

‘Hey you were mouthing off, without any filter!'

‘For Merlin’s sake why don’t you go into a coma, you annoying prat!’

‘I is you …remember?’

‘Oh Isis’ effing tits! She’s speaking like house-elves now!!’

His velvety voice, still harboring remnants of cheerfulness in its pitch, brought her back to her soon to become ‘smarting ass’

“Now pet continue, you were at 25, and you forced me to make you sit”

Hermione decided not to object and explain to this “Fair and just Master” that mouthing off with or without permission is still one action, SPEAKING. So rather than add to it, she kept her mouth shut, tightly, while her brain whizzed with furious thoughts. She needs to pick her battles; she cannot afford to go to the mat, at every turn, not with him. She’ll be done for, before getting started.

‘In time miss Granger, you will come around to recognize that I am a fair and just Master for my pets, …’ she inwardly mimicked him.

He said fair and just?? If this is fair and just, I don’t want to see, or rather feel his idea of unfair and unjust.

What a load of bull. Sighing she answered “30”

“Good Girl. You were disrespectful again after I made you sit down.“ Again with this condescending tone, and pet names…’Kill me now’

“You hexed me directly after ...Sir“

‘No! She is not going to sit here and take it. Realistically, bent over his knees and take it, literally, …whatever the hell position she is in! That hex was so painful, and he wants to punish her twice for the same mistake, fair and just, her arse.’

‘Don’t open your big mouth and blabber now, or you will add to it’

‘For once you opened your big mouth for something useful’

His Answer brought her back from her argument with herself, “No, sweet pet, that hex was simply a warning”

Warning! Warning??!! He almost crushed her whole body, and broke her femora, even if it was an illusion, it was so PAINFUL, and that was a warning!!

‘He is the Dark Lord you dunderhead, what did you expect?’

The Dark Lord was having the time of his life, making fun of her. She sighed again and quickly counted “Umm 35? ”

“Correct. Good girl, almost done. You did not finish your 1^st lesson’s recapitulation”

‘My 1^st lesson recapitulation? Is he serious?!!’

‘More than you would think ‘

‘Godric’s hairy balls !! Will I even have any flesh left on my butt when he’s done??!’

“40” She choked, her voice muffled, the dire situation she was in began to sink in. Her head began throbbing horribly. She was in deep shite.

“You insisted on disobeying me, yet again, when you refused to finish the sentence, AND you ignored your Master’s demand by asking about the spell I used to warn you, and again without permission! tsk tsk...3 simultaneous mistakes. And finally, accusing me of being rude, when you thought I was using Legilimency on you.“

He was using Legilimency on her, he thinks she is an idiot not to know? She was feeling numb by now; she did not give a hippogriff’s ass if she will ever be able to sit or not. But she will show this arrogant, sadistic bastard, what the Gryffindor courage is all about.

‘Not a peep! No screams, and definitely no pleas for mercy. Even if I have to bite my tongue off and spit it in his face.’

‘Good luck with that!’ The sneering bossy know-it-all, in her head, snorted.

Not to tell him a piece of her mind, she decided to only answer him from now on, when he asks her something, in the most succinct way and that is it. A bitter pill to swallow, it may be, but she will not yield! If he thinks he is breaking her, he’s got another thing coming’

“60” Her voice was bitter and sharp.

“60 indeed. But to prove to you that I am your fair and just Master, pet, I will reduce them to half, you will get 30 spanks.”

Hermione couldn’t deny her relief. Thank Merlin for small favors! And with her denims on, she was sure she could survive it. hell! She survived an Avatus Curse! she can definitely tolerate a spanking!

All her hopes were dashed when her trousers disappeared, and she shrieked, hands flying to cover her panties clad posterior. Her resolutions all forgotten she screamed “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Her hands were caught with one of his and moved up her back. A resounding slap on her left ass cheek, made her breath whoosh from her mouth. It was not awful, it stung a bit, but was very tolerable, and thus she felt assuaged that the ordeal won’t be that painful. Besides her panties were protecting her modesty and ‘hide’, she sneered. A flimsy kind of protection, but beggars can’t be choosers, she supposed.

She would consider it a Bikini bottom, like when she was on the beach, in France, while visiting her grandparents. She felt herself relaxing. Another smack came in contact with the right cheek, again not that painful, another came and another, still manageable. Wasn’t she supposed to count?? Should she remind him?? The not so forceful slaps continued raining on her now tender behind, and the upper part of her thighs, for a mere minute then he stopped.

Suddenly, her panties vanished as well. She screamed like a banshee, when she felt the cool air of the room on her naked hot flesh. Like a déjà-vu, her hands tried to fly back to cover her naked bum, but his grip was vise like, restricting any movement.

No one, absolutely no one has seen her naked, ever! Not Since she was a toddler and her mom used to bathe her. Her face was now a deep and vivid crimson, she wanted to die. He is humiliating her in the most abject way possible. She couldn’t utter a word, her tears were raining down her cheeks, and her sobs were audible.

“Now Now little witch, there’s nothing to cry about, you cannot hide your cute sweet self from your Master. I will be seeing everything anyway, no need for all this fuss and drama. Start counting pet, or we’ll have to start over if you miss one out”

She felt so weak, and helpless. She couldn’t even resist him, or put up a fight. Ashamed and mortified she turned her head away from him.

Not only was she spanked like a bratty child, but she also bawled her eyes out, in front of him. She wished she listened to Draco’s advice, and swallowed her pride as the proverbial bitter pill.

The Gryffindor princess was at her wits end; she heartily wished she were 6 feet under. She was traumatized, humiliated, and frazzled. Her brain tried to understand his words, but nothing came, until a painful sting burned her right bottom cheek, and awoke her to the disheartening reality. Another smack, she winced, then she felt the palm of his right hand softly caressing her sore behind, and heard him whispering in a soothing hushed voice, like he was talking to a frightened animal.

“Hush now little one, you will take your punishment like a good girl, and count! You missed two, so we will start all over again. The first part was a warm-up spanking, so that your cute derriere won’t get hurt. Much!”

Although she couldn’t see his face, she heard the mirthful snigger. The cruel, sadistic pervert, arse!!

And count she did. Smack!! touch, Smack, caressing touch, Smack, soothing touch...

She wheezed her 5, and bit her lip waiting for his warm palm to soothe her aching behind.

Smack! Touch ! Smack! Touch! Again and again…

13…. Slap….soft touch.....smack...16….! Once more the soft warm hand caressed her sore left butt cheek.

Targeting the meatiest part of her bum, never spanking her in quick procession, he was taking his sweet time! She was counting automatically now. He never hit her in same place successively; he changed from right to left cheek, always soothing the sting with a soft stroke.

Oddly, Her body started a chain reaction, which she would never have thought possible. Not that the strikes weren’t painful. Oh, by Isis they hurt like hell, still her sensory nerves were sending conflicting messages to her neurons! The stimuli of pain got somehow lost among other sensations that were flourishing in her womanhood.

The tingling in her clitoris was hardly noticeable at first, growing more persistent with every strike to her smarting bottom, yet the more pain her behind received, the more her clitoris pulsated, and her vagina quivered in sync.

The itching sensation of her vaginal walls was taking over the soreness of her rear end. She couldn’t decide which was more irritating. It must be chaotic up there in her head dealing with this new nasty “experience”! She was biting her lower lip not letting her moans slip. By Godric’s wand!! Was she a closet Masochist?! No! NO! Definitely not. Not her, and not with him as the sadist, that’s preposterous!

She screamed her 19th smacks’ tally, when a hand with long fingers inserted itself between very tightly closed upper thighs. It slid there with no chafing, or resistance, though she tried to hinder the invasion. She contracted her muscles tighter, but her wetness was flooding through her labia majora, making her upper thighs and betwixt slippery.

Two fingers, with feather like touch pushed a bit inside, passed fleetingly from her labia minora to the apex of her sex where her clitoris was now swollen and throbbing, unsheathed from its hood.

Never touching her sensitive erogenous organ, rather rounding it, her natural lubricant permitting the fingertip to slide like on oil. The circling motion was driving her to the brink. All her resolutions forgotten!

Unaware, and like on auto-pilot, she was still counting, yet her husky voice was heaving rather than the stern voice she decided, not 10 minutes ago, was appropriate.

The shivers started propagating, spreading insidiously throughout her body. Her nipples got so hard, she wanted to squeeze and twist them hard to relieve the pressure. Her stomach was contracting and releasing, fluttering in time with her vaginal muscles, and her clitoris pulsation.

Oblivious to the moment her wrists were released along with the Petificus-Aliquis spell, her hands were scratching, and grasping in turn on the leather surface, resisting the maddening need to rub and fondle her breasts. Her back arched, pushing her bottom up and back into his fingers, her body rocking in rhythm, back and forth, over his thighs.

The tiny hairs on her neck were all standing out, her vision becoming blurry, given her dilated pupils. A thin film of sweat covered her forehead, palms, behind her ears, and neck. In all this erotic pandemonium, she still felt the strikes on her buttocks, rather acutely, which by now became an integral part of her arousal, despite the burning pain, or maybe because of it, followed by the soft stokes.

Her abdomen was being poked by a hard, lengthy and searing entity. While her aroused state disabled her from paying mind to it, still she was unconsciously swaying on it.

Meanwhile, as the whole “punishment" was continuing, the two fingers caressing her vulva, and circling her wired clitoris, still without directly touching it, were driving her into a lustful haze, she was almost reaching the peak…Almost …

‘Oh! Merlin! Merlin..merlin merlinmerlin …please ….touch it … touch it…please, Oh sweet Godric, pleaaaase….touch it…merlin-mer…please-oh…. don’t stop please please please … no no…there.... merlin don’t stooop… no no NOOOO!!’

The fingers stopped. The spanking stopped. And she was left there, hanging, in the shocks of the nearly intolerable and painful sensations devastating her whole being. She was one second away from climax. Agonizing strain. Unadulterated excruciating tension.

She was sopping wet, mortified, aroused, in pain, trembling, her inner vaginal muscles contracting and releasing, maddeningly. She was sweating, breathless, anticipating yet dreading the next slap, which would release her, but it never came. The tight coil inside her, never snapped to completion. Now the throbbing in her clitoris became a burning ache, her tears were leaking constantly, and pooling in the creases of the leather surface, cratered by her head’s weight.

She wanted to scream at him to continue. She wanted to scratch and bite him until all the sexual built-up ceased, relieved by his fingers. She wanted to grasp his hand and keep it in her snatch, until he would finish what he started. She wanted to hug her throbbing, aching and frustrated body, but simply couldn’t care to move.

So that is the real punishment, the spanking is only a means, painful as it may be, but not as humiliating as forcing her to find pleasure in her own demise, to crave it, and almost beg for it.

The ultimate, cruel and crushing way to exact said chastisement. Forcing her hand -rather her body- to react positively and wantonly through a beating!

How humiliating! Utterly Degrading!

Her mind numbed by the anticlimactic culmination, she still lay there, bare, metaphorically and literally, exposed for his cruel eyes to probe. She felt almost broken. Almost.

She was LUST. She was CHAOS. She was SHAME.
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