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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- I would like to thank Eclectic Pet my awesomely awesome beta for helping me to revise this chapter! I know I am a bit early this week, but I won't have time to post on Sunday to special bonus for my readers :)

Lady Miya- Thank you, I work hard to keep them in character. Sometime down the line maybe, right now she is still figureing out who she is. Smut? Me? NOOOO.... well yes.

Ginny-
“You’re not leaving me here like this!” I snap and try to turn my body in a way that will make the robe at least fall back into place. When I look around, I can just see the door to the room, which the bastard left open.
I’m struggling to get myself covered for I’m not sure how long. The moment I finally let out a sigh of relief as the robe slides back into place, I hear a chuckle from the door. I look up to see my monster of a husband standing there with a cold smirk on his lips and a small wooden paddle in his hand.
“I think for this first punishment is shall be a simple spanking my sweet.” He tells me smoothly as he makes his way back into the room.
“You left the door open.” I whimper because my brain is overloaded on all the things he’s done to me today.
“Don’t wish any of the help to see how bad you’re being?” He asks as he slowly walks closer to me gently tapping the paddle against a leather-clad hand.
“I didn’t do anything.” I whimper feeling powerless, as he obviously wants me to in this moment.
“Well any proper punishment starts with going over the sins.” He tells me and I can feel the heat of his body behind me before he pushes the robe back where it had been tucked under me before.
He pets his hand over the revealed skin making me whimper. Maybe if I play meek and stay very still he’ll stop feeling the need to punish me so badly.
“First there are the crimes of your father; I counted thirteen different counts of disrespect from him. As I said before you will receive one spank for each count.” He reminds me and I can hear the smirk in his voice, as he wants me to react.
“Next you embarrassed me at our wedding by choosing such a child like style of dress…” He continues but I try to cut him off.
“But they said it was my choice. I liked my dress!” I whimper. How could he punish me for something that was my choice, my only choice?
He ignored the interruption and continues the counting of my crimes. “People who matter witnessed this embarrassment so for it you will receive five spanks. Your punishment for the incident with Lady Lestrange will be coming at a later time.” He adds with something like affection in his voice, which confuses me all the more.
“You were generally insolent on our wedding night. Ten spanks. You were found in my private bathroom. One spank. You would not let your elf properly groom you. Three spanks. And finally you have been generally insolent with me since coming down for supper. Five spanks. Do you have anything to say to any of that pet?” He asks and I can hear the smile in his voice.
My mouth starts working without my consent. “You drugged me on our wedding night, I didn’t know it was your bathroom, I’m not letting some stranger bathe me, you’ve been acting like a bully since I came down and you threw away my things without my consent. When do I get to punish you?” I end with a growl as I count up the number of times he plans to hit me in my head.
“I didn’t think so.” He says as if I didn’t say anything at all. “Now, shall we begin?” He asks like I have a choice in the mater.
I brace myself for the beating my husband plans to give me, and start to make plans to run away from this place. I can’t stay, my parents would never want me to stay with a man that hit me, would they?
CRACK!
It’s the first time I’ve ever been spanked in my entire life and it feels more shocking than actually painful. I brace myself, as I know the next strike is coming, but instead I feel the soft leather of my husband’s glove as it runs across the mark he just made on my left cheek.
I look up confused as I hear him shuffle next to me and I realize he has set down the paddle so he can remove his gloves. Noticing my shift, he smiles at me. “You’ll feel better once we’re done my sweet.” He says almost kindly and brushes some hair from my face.
I look back down at the table and frown. I don’t understand what he means by ‘feel better’, and I’m contemplating it when I hear the next strike coming.
CRACK!
It’s harder this time and I gasp as it lands directly on the crease between leg and thigh of my other cheek. What’s more distracting than the pain though is the fact it seems to have sent a jolt of pleasure to my very core.
His hand runs over the mark again and this time I feel his soft fingers against what I imagine is a red welt. It takes all my focus not to push back against those fingers. What is wrong with me? How can I be getting anything good out of being spanked like I’m an unruly child?
He’s soon done with rubbing the welt and then the strikes start to come in clusters.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!
He’s moving the paddle around my bottom and thighs so that no place is untouched by the string of its bite. It really hurts and I wiggle away from the paddles range, but at the same time, a throbbing of need is building between my legs. This need is in no way helped by the fact he stops and rubs the sore skin every so often, stimulating the itch that builds from the paddle.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!
What’s wrong with me? I keep wondering as I feel my body’s movement as my head is dazed, focused completely on his touch or the paddles. I want both, but at the same time, I need him to stop. This is too much. I never realized how very broken I was until this moment. I don’t even have being drugged, as an excuse this time.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!
“PLEASE!” I finally scream, but I’m unsure what I’m screaming for. Parts of me want him in the same way and strength I’d wanted him the night before. Other parts of me just want to crawl in a hole and die of the embarrassment I’m causing myself.
“Did you need something pet?” He asks causally, his hand running over my now red arse.
I’m gasping for breath as I try to think how to answer him. “Please stop?” I ask because I know that’s what I should want.
“Your punishment isn’t over. Is there something you would like to offer your Master so he’ll forgive the rest of your crimes?” He asks in a smug voice. He must know what his punishment is doing to me; I can feel the wetness of my arousal on my upper thighs, something he has a perfect view of.
“How can you be so cruel?” I ask him meekly as I work to not let my eyes tear up.
“Oh my pet… I’m not being cruel; I’m actually being quite kind.” He tells me softly and runs a gentle hand down my back. “I’ll even offer you a deal. If you admit who you belong to, I’ll forgive the rest of your punishment.”
He wants me to say I belong to him. Something I told him I would never do, only yesterday. How weak would it make me to give in to this demand to get him to stop doing something that I don’t really want him to stop doing.
“I belong to myself.” I tell him as I get my voice under control.
His response to my words is another cluster of spanks. There are much more in this cluster and he doesn’t seem to be letting up until I start to whimper and tremble.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!
I feel like my skin is on fire. I need the gentle strokes; I need something more that I can’t place for the life of me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sit again or if I’ll have any skin left on my rear when he’s done with me. But suddenly it’s over, and there are no gentle touches, there’s only the cold loneliness of the room for what feels like too long.
I sniffle, only now realizing that I was crying before. “Please…” I say so softly I’m sure he won’t be able to hear me, and again I’m unsure what I want in that moment. Maybe I want to simply be touched.
“Such a good girl.” He says softly and I can feel his hands running gently over my scalp and neck. “You took your punishment quite well.” He adds sounding impressed and pleased. Why do I feel so bloody happy that he sounds pleased with me? What kind of sick person am I that I’m so ecstatic that I’ve impressed this devil?
“There will be bruises here…” He starts speaking again and running a hand lightly over my red skin. “If I find you have healed them I’ll have to put them back. Do you understand pet?” he asks in a soothing tone.
“Yes my Lord.” I say to the table, if I don’t heal my arse, I’m unsure how I’ll sit ever again.
I’m not sure how I could feel so good and so bad all at once. I was lost in a daze, not really thinking when his fingers moved from my thighs to the place between them. I gasped and blushed as he easily slid his middle finger all the way into my womanhood. I was so aroused that my body gives him no resistance at all.
He chuckles and I whimper as his finger starts to slowly move in and out of me. “I think my wife really enjoyed her punishment.” He says knowingly as his thumb moves down between my lips to find the little jewel that sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my system. “Do you need your husband’s more direct attention my pet?”
I whimper, as I don’t really wish to answer that question.

Lucius-
I can’t help but chuckle as I can so easily pump my finger into my wife’s sex. “I think my wife really enjoyed her punishment.” I tell her knowingly as I move my thumb to find her clit and send a few more jolts of pleasure through her. “Do you need your husband’s more direct attention my pet?”
When I hear her only whimper in response, I pull my hand away from her so I can taste her on my finger. I’ve been hard through most of her punishment. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her body shifted and she gasped and whimpered and made little mewing sounds I’m sure even she wasn’t aware of.
Yes, my new wife is quite the find, she already enjoys a good spanking more than most women would, and now her body is nearly begging to be fucked just the way I wish to fuck her. I may have to train her to take harsher punishments, but that seems simple enough when she’s so very wet from this one.
“I’ll be a kind Master and take that as a yes…this time.” I tell her as I move to part my robes and unbutton my pants. “But in the future you will have to tell me when you want me after a punishment.”
She whimpers again and her body shifts slightly to push back towards me. Once I’ve freed my hardened rod I move my hands slowly up the curves of her reddened bottom to her sides. “This is going to hurt my pet.” I tell her softly as my hands make their way up her back and massage her shoulders lightly.
“When I take you, my body will rub against her punished arse with each thrust.” I say because I know anticipation of pleasure or pain can be more effective than the actual contact. ”But if I flipped you over and took you that way then you butt would rub against the table for the entire ride.” I explain as one of my hands works its way in her red locks.
“Please…” She gasps and I can hear the need in her quivering tone.
“It’s up to you my sweet. Do I take you like a wife, or like an animal?” I ask with a smirk on my lips. “Don’t worry; I plan to take you either way. I can see how much you need me.”
She stills under me as she tries to take control of her body. Now I can’t have that, so my now free hand slaps her arse lightly.
She gasps as her head moves back into my hand. I slap her again for good measure and her hips try to move back against my cock. “Is that your decision pet?” I ask licking my lips.
“Ummm…yes.” She says breathlessly.
“Then you need to say it.” I tell her as a let a smile spread across my lips.
“Say what?” She asks obviously confused.
“You need to ask me to take you like the animal you are my pet.” I tell her and tease her folds with my hardened weapon.
She whimpers under me but nods, as she understands what I’m asking. “Please take me like an animal.” She asks ever so softly.
I feel it’s the best I’m going to get so without hesitation I start to sheath myself inside of her. I know I still have to take it slow, as she’s so very new to this. She’s already whimpering under me as I make her feel each inch of my rod.
“Do you like that pet? Do you enjoy your Master’s cock?” I ask her teasingly as I grip her hair tightly.
I get little mewing sounds in response, which pleases me, more than words. Once I’m fully seated inside of her I twist my hips a bit so she has to feel my skin rubbing against her tortured arse.
The way she tightened around me tells me more than any words could say. I start to take her with long slow thrust and soon she’s working hard to push back against me the best she can. “Tell me what you want my sweet.” I say teasing her a bit and enjoying the sound of her frustrated whimpers.
“Harder?” She asks as if she’s scared of the request.
“Like this?” As a reward, I give her one quick and harsh thrust before stilling completely inside of her.
“Yes!” She moaned and then whimpers when I stop. “More?” She asks trying to look back at me but I hold her hair firmly.
“My sweet little deviant pet wishes for me to fuck her hard, after I just spanked her raw?” I ask wanting to enjoy her embarrassment with her own desires.
She whimpered again and takes in a staggered breath like she would cry soon.
“I would never leave a woman wanting.” I tell her before giving her a second harsh thrust. I don’t want her crying I want her moaning. I start to take her at the speed and level her body desires and I smile as she works her hips back against mine as best she can.
When I hear the first soft moan, I brush her back with my hand softly. “Good girl.” I moan deeply, wishing to reward the behavior that I desire. “That’s my good girl.” I press as I realize I’m nearing the edge of my control. “Now scream for me my pretty; let go and enjoy. Scream for me.” I say thrusting more harshly, my hand moves around under her to find the little button to send her over the edge.
Before I even touch her clit, she’s screaming under me, her small body locking onto my cock as she peaks from my thrusts alone.
“That’s my good girl.” I groan as I let go of my control.
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