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52 Ways to Please Your Partner	By : emisloser Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 47045 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Phase Six: Spanking

Draco felt his pulse quicken as he watched Hermione fidget in her chair.

"I don't see how that could be pleasurable."

Draco smirked. "You'd be surprised," he said, causing Hermione's eyes to widen and fly up to his own.

"You mean...you've done this before?" Draco shrugged his shoulders and stood from his chair. Hermione's eyes followed him as he walked toward the stairs that led up to his room.

"Follow me," he told her.

Hermione stared at him in confusion. "Why are we going to your room?"

"Because that's where the paddle is."

Hermione gawked at his retreating back. "You have a paddle?" Draco turned to look at her with a devilish grin on his face.

"I am a Slytherin, after all" he reminded her. "We tend to be a bit on the wicked side." Hermione continued to gawk at him until he turned the corner and she heard his door click open. "Granger, get your soon to be sore ass up here!" Hermione "eeked!" as she stood quickly from her chair and ran up the steps to his room.

Hermione peeked into his bedroom slowly. Having never before been inside, she wasn't quite sure what to expect. A few virgins chained to his bed, the walls covered in mirrors so that he'd never have to endure a moment of not ogling his own beauty…something along those lines would not have surprised her. But what did surprise her was that his room was quite...ordinary.

His bed was the same size as hers and above it hung the Slytherin flag. His broom stick was propped up in the corner and his school books were stacked on top of his dresser. A few pictures of his family scattered the wall, and it wasn't until she saw the malicious eyes of Lucius Malfoy staring back into her own did Hermione snap back to reality.

Draco knelt in the corner of his room, digging through a large oak chest with what looked to be his family crest on it. He turned to see Hermione hovering in the doorway looking quite uncertain.

"Come in," he told her, turning back around to continue his search.

Truth be told, Draco was quite excited to get this turn underway. He had long since discovered that he had a bit of a kinky streak in him, though most did not know it. He had only ever used his little box of goodies once before, and though he couldn't quite remember her name, he would never forget the feeling of dominance that ran through his veins as he released his true torturing ability upon the pleading girl.

Hermione's hands were turning in her lap as she watched Draco dig through his chest. He seemed lost in thought as he searched for what would soon be her pain inflictor. She rolled her eyes. It seemed silly...someone hitting you repeatedly passed as pleasure? Though it appeared that Draco enjoyed inflicting the blows, and Hermione could not help but wonder just how many others had been at his mercy in the past.

Not for the first time tonight, Hermione wondered how many women Draco had been with in his short years as an adult male. He was obviously quite experienced...and she wasn't surprised. There wasn't a witch in all of Hogwarts that wouldn't give anything for a night with him. Not only was he smart and filthy rich, but Hermione begrudgingly admitted that he was one of the most attractive men she had ever known.

She wondered if he could tell just how inexperienced she was. The only male she had ever had any physical contact with before was Ron, with the occasional hand-holding or awkward hug. It wasn't that she believed herself completely unappealing to the opposite sex. There had been some that pursued her in the past… but school had always come first.

"A-ha," Draco said suddenly as he stood and turned toward Hermione with a black box in his hands. "Found it." Hermione watched carefully as Draco dropped the box onto his bed and grabbed his wand from his pocket. He pointed it at the lock and after muttering something under his breath, reached forward and opened it. She couldn't help but peak over his shoulder.

Draco smirked in private glee as he heard Hermione's quick intake of breath. He stretched his arms over his head and took a moment to appreciate his dirty treasure chest...

He had everything from handcuffs to whips. Colorful bottles of oils and lubes were scattered along the bottom and a long peacock feather was tucked into the corner. Draco reached down and started digging through the box until he felt the hard, wooden handle of the paddle.

Hermione cleared her throat, "I-I had no idea..." Draco turned toward her and raised an eyebrow. He realized that he enjoyed when she was flustered. He watched with interest as the pink blush came back to her cheeks and her mouth parted into a silent "O". A smirk re-appeared on his lips as he locked eyes with hers and brought the leather paddle back down onto his hand with one loud, "thwack!"

"Drop your pants," he demanded in a stern voice. Hermione swallowed hard as the pull of the card fought against her better judgment. Before she knew it, she was sliding her pajama pants off of her legs and kicking them to the side of the room. Draco scanned over her body with burning grey eyes. Hermione hesitated for a moment before pulling off her underwear, leaving her in only a white tank top.

Draco's eyes did not leave hers as he reached behind him and grabbed a silky black blindfold from the box. He sat the paddle on the bed and then moved to Hermione's back. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt his warm breath on her ear.

"I'll try to be gentle," he whispered in a husky, deep voice. "No promises." Hermione gasped as she felt his warm tongue flick at her ear. She then felt the cool fabric of the blindfold slide over her eyes and she held it in place as Draco tied it in the back. No longer able to see what was going on, Hermione waited until Draco's hand found hers to be led to the bed. Once there, Draco did not hesitate to push her front side down so that she was propped up with her elbows on the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor.

Draco felt his cock harden even more than it's already painful state as he scanned over her round ass propped up into the air before him as though it was an offering. His mouth watered as he took a step closer and slid the leather paddle between her milky white thighs and pushed gently, causing her legs to part. A soft moan escaped Hermione's mouth as he ran a single finger down her spine. He softly stroked her bottom, as if apologizing for what he was about to do.

The first blow came so unexpectedly, that Hermione cried out in shock. Her head dropped to the bed and her arms stretched out in front of her to grasp onto the bed sheets so that her ass was lifted even higher into the air. Draco did not hesitate to land another blow, and was pleased when Hermione cried out once more. He took a moment to softly rub the paddle over her already blushed cheeks before reaching back and striking again.

Hermione's body was reacting far differently than she would have expected. Instead of pain and embarrassment, Hermione felt a surge of kinky pleasure ripple through her body. She couldn't help but savor every blow and hold her breath in anticipation for the next one. He wasn't hitting her hard - just enough so that the sting mixed with the pleasure, making it impossible to do anything but lay there and take it.

Draco was breathing hard as he reached forward and rubbed a comforting hand over her welted bottom and then struck again. His eyes traveled to her face and he watched in fascination as her features twisted into a look of pain and pleasure with every strike of his paddle. Something in him knew that she'd enjoy this. She was far kinkier than she let on.

Hermione cried out again and again. Draco increased his swing until the room was filled with slaps and moans and he couldn't tell if they were coming from her or from him. He clenched his jaw as his arms and legs began to shake. He dropped the paddle to the floor and wrapped his hands around her small waist. He moved behind her and pulled her back against his erection and she gasped in shock as she felt his throbbing length against her backside.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," he growled out to no one in particular. Hermione's answer was a rub of her ass against his hard cock, causing a moan to escape from Draco's mouth. He bowed his head, causing his long hair to fall over his eyes which were squeezed shut in an effort to regain control over his body.

Hermione couldn't understand why she was so willing to be with him now. But she wanted it. She wanted it from him. She couldn't remember when she stopped fighting the pull of the game, but at some point during the night she had completely given in to her fate.

A small smile formed on her mouth. A few seconds later she felt Draco quickly move away from her and stomp into his bathroom. Hermione slowly pushed herself up from his bed and pulled the blindfold off of her eyes. She heard running water from behind the door, and could only guess that he was trying to get a hold of himself before they continued the game.

Hermione hissed as she pulled her underwear and sweatpants on over her tender flesh. She turned toward the closed bathroom door. "I'll be downstairs." She waited until she heard Draco's grunt of acknowledgment before turning and walking out of the room.

Draco splashed cold water onto his face and groaned. His arms still shook as he leaned heavily against the sink.

How the fuck did I get here?

Only a few short hours ago he was able to say with confidence that he was a level-headed and sane bloke with the same sort of needs as any other. Now however, he was seriously considering the possibility that he had gone completely bonkers.

Hermione-bloody-Granger. For years he had fought to keep up with her in both academics and power, loathe as he was to admit it. She was a muggle-born… a mudblood. He was born into a powerful wizarding family with both money and influence and Merlin knew that he flaunted it. But those sorts of things never impressed the pompous Head Girl of Hogwarts. And a place deep within him had detested her for it.

He watched her in secret throughout the years, befriending all she met, a constant smile on her face but for the moments she caught sight of him. In every class she was the favorite pupil. In every assessment she came out the winner. It had infuriated him to know that he was second best to a mudblood.

Yet now his hands itched with longing at the thought of touching her, the fact that she wasn't in his sight at that very moment caused a bitter acid to swirl through his stomach. A few times during the night she had turned his way with a smile and it was for him. And he wanted more. More smiles, more kisses, more Hermione.

Draco sighed angrily at his reflection in the mirror.

How the fuck did I get here…?

Ten minutes later, Hermione's leg was bouncing with impatience and she was biting at her nails. Draco still hadn't come down from his bedroom and every second that passed caused the ache in her gut to grow. She glanced at the cards and wondered if pulling one would help any. Acting on a very un-Hermione like impulse, she reached forward and grabbed a card.

Finally feeling a little bit more in-control, Draco exited his bedroom and began walking down the stairs. He breathed in deeply as he turned the corner into the common room, and then stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth fell open in disbelief as he spotted Hermione standing in front of the fire.

Hermione stared at him with guilty eyes as she shrugged her shoulders. She was wearing black fishnet stockings and tall leather boots. Leather booty shorts clung like skin and a matching black bra pushed her breasts together in a rather sinful way, causing Draco's mouth to water.

But what was worst of all were the cute black kitty ears that sat on top of her head, and the long sweeping tail attached to her backside.
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