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His Rules
Updated 2-8-07
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I hope you understand how much they mean to me. I hope this chapter meets your expectations. So without further ado...
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Chapter Eight
His Rules
Hermione ate a small breakfast in her room, trying to find a comfortable way to sit but winding up lying on her side in bed with a breakfast tray. She heard a knock on her door and thought it was an elf, but was surprised to see Lucius when she called, ‘Enter’.
Lucius strode in fully dressed and carrying a small jar. He said shortly, “I’ve brought you something that may help.”
“Help what?”
Lucius looked at her quizzically, “Your butt.” He levitated her breakfast tray away and said, “Turn over.” When Hermione didn’t move, Lucius said again, “TURN OVER.” This time he got her cooperation.
Hermione turned over face down on her bed and watched Lucius come up next to the edge, setting his jar down and removing the lid. “What are you doing?” She didn’t want to be spanked any more. Her bum was on fire already.
“Horse liniment – it should help the bruising pain on your derriere.”
Hermione started to turn back over and Lucius put his hand in the middle of her back so she couldn’t move. “Is this another of your jokes?” Hermione wasn’t sure she liked the idea of horse liniment on her skin.
“Actually, no, it truly is horse liniment, but it’s excellent for your problem.” Lucius pulled up the modest, white cotton nightgown she’d donned for breakfast and slopped some of the liniment onto her butt cheeks, spreading it around until it sank in. While he rubbed her butt, he looked around her bedroom, seeing her personal space for the first time, “The colors in your room suit you. I like the rose and light green combination. Rather like Gryffindor and Slytherin colors, but muted.” Seeing all the books piled around on various surfaces, he added with a quirky little smile that Hermione couldn’t see and a tender light at the back of his eyes, “did you leave any books in the mansion library?” He backed away, capped the liniment and left her room without another word giving her no apologies, but she hadn’t really expected any.
Hermione felt an initial sting, but almost immediately the pain subsided and she could sit up, wishing in disgust that she had worn a sexier nightie; she looked like the grandma in ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. Hermione dressed in a casually elegant navy blue sheath and pumps to make a better impression and apparated outside Lucius’ study. She asked for entrance and was invited in, but Lucius only looked disinterestedly at her, then resumed working on his papers.
“Why?” Hermione asked him. “You fixed it. But why?”
“So I can do it again tonight.” Lucius replied, not looking up from his work. He heard the tiny gasp and smiled inwardly.
“You want to spank me again tonight? Is this a joke?” Hermione was totally nonplused.
“If I said I would be spanking you again this evening, would you continue to play the submissive or was that just a one-off last night? Feeling sorry for the shackled prisoner, were you? But not enough to go through it again?” Lucius wasn’t planning on more spanking. He was testing her promise, made before she had an actual taste of what a submissive partner was.
Hermione was confounded and began to understand just what her promise might consist of. She might be humiliated and hurt in his bedroom to make up for his loss of everything to her. Her heart sank but she needed to know, “Lucius, is this submission going to be a payback for what the Ministry’s done to you? Will I be the ‘whipping boy’ for all your unhappiness?”
Lucius regarded her steadily for a moment. “No,” he said, after some thought. “I don’t think it will be about that. If anything I should be whipping Arthur, not you.”
“Eww, please, I’d rather not have that as a visual.” Hermione had an errant amused thought, “So if you whipped Arthur would he be naked like I was?”
Lucius grimaced, “Ugh! Now I don’t want the visual. Look, I made my bed through my own actions and now I’m lying in it. It’s unfortunate that you’re lying in it with me, I suppose, but as long as we’re married, I just want the sex – on my terms. You will have to understand that sex with me is mine to give, not yours to take. If you can agree to that, we can proceed. I do have a more varied repertoire than you do, and I’ll require more from you than you’ve probably given anyone else. But you won’t be put into danger. You’ll need to trust me absolutely in the bedroom, because I won’t give you any other choice. Will you accept my rules?”
Just listening to Lucius talk about his demands was making Hermione horny. She hadn’t gotten any sex from him the night before and, of course, the spanking had hurt, but she’d also been getting her clit rubbed on his erection occasionally while he was striking her. She hadn’t known that she could be aroused and crying from pain at the same time and it intrigued her some. Her enthralling husband must be something of a virtuoso at the uncharted territories she was venturing into. A possible drawback occurred to her, “Lucius, you aren’t going to demand I have sex with anyone else, are you?”
“You mean a threesome with another man? No, if I wanted anything, it would be two women.”
Hermione was totally discomposed and blushed a bright red. She hadn’t even thought of that possibility at all.
Lucius reassured her, seeing her discomfort, “Don’t worry, I won’t ask that of you, either. We’re married and that limits our bed to the two of us, in my mind.” He added, just for deviltry, “I might include an elf or two.”
Hermione’s shock immobilized her for a second, then she realized that this time it was a joke. She glared at him in disapproval. “Not funny, Lucius.” Hermione finally saw a brief smile from her husband and relaxed a bit. She knew she didn’t want to open up the subject of what would happen between the two of them after his year of monitoring was over. She didn’t want to know. So Hermione merely sucked in a gulp of air and said, “I accept.” She added, “I will need to know when this arrangement starts and finishes each time, though. I’m not signing on for submission twenty-four hours a day.”
“Fair enough. We’ll say the parameters are any bedroom at any time. If I designate another place besides a bedroom, you may decline if you wish. That will protect you from having to submit to sex with me on the front steps of the Ministry of Magic at noon.” Lucius turned back to his investments, in effect dismissing her when he said, “Otherwise, you accept. Excellent. I’ll see you at dinner.”
She still wanted to ask if they could have sex that night, but she forlornly understood that was part of what she was now barred from doing. Yes, she owned everything else, but what she craved was his cock. What a fiasco. Even though she’d been hurt and humiliated by the spanking, her arousal hadn’t abated one bit. She still wanted what Lucius could give her with a fierce clenching in her privates. She knew he’d been aroused too; even with the pain it had been hard to miss his member poking her nether curls while she’d been slung over his lap. The strange dynamic intrigued Hermione. Had Lucius known all that when he’d chosen his method of punishment? Or had it been just a purely disciplinary action on his part? Hermione was suddenly at a loose end, not daring to pursue her request for sex, but wanting it badly. She trailed out of the study, dejected that she was left wanting with no way to assuage her desire.
Lucius put down his quill after Hermione left and stared vacantly out the window at the branches of the old oak outside. He’d got what he wanted from her, but he knew she wasn’t a true submissive. He’d be constantly battling her for supremacy in the bedroom no matter what she had promised. She didn’t understand the designation at all, and he realized maybe that would be more fun than having someone who never gave as good as she got from him. He knew he was extremely touchy about having his one remaining area of autonomy challenged, but perhaps he could let her play out her attempts before calling in his trump card – her word to him. Watching her lose ungraciously would be even better than pure submission. Lucius went back to his finances with a sense of optimism and a wicked smile forming on his face.
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So the mating dance continues. Reviews welcome as always. Your generosity with reviews feeds my muse and she's always starving. Fatten her up - please?
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I hope you understand how much they mean to me. I hope this chapter meets your expectations. So without further ado...
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Chapter Eight
His Rules
Hermione ate a small breakfast in her room, trying to find a comfortable way to sit but winding up lying on her side in bed with a breakfast tray. She heard a knock on her door and thought it was an elf, but was surprised to see Lucius when she called, ‘Enter’.
Lucius strode in fully dressed and carrying a small jar. He said shortly, “I’ve brought you something that may help.”
“Help what?”
Lucius looked at her quizzically, “Your butt.” He levitated her breakfast tray away and said, “Turn over.” When Hermione didn’t move, Lucius said again, “TURN OVER.” This time he got her cooperation.
Hermione turned over face down on her bed and watched Lucius come up next to the edge, setting his jar down and removing the lid. “What are you doing?” She didn’t want to be spanked any more. Her bum was on fire already.
“Horse liniment – it should help the bruising pain on your derriere.”
Hermione started to turn back over and Lucius put his hand in the middle of her back so she couldn’t move. “Is this another of your jokes?” Hermione wasn’t sure she liked the idea of horse liniment on her skin.
“Actually, no, it truly is horse liniment, but it’s excellent for your problem.” Lucius pulled up the modest, white cotton nightgown she’d donned for breakfast and slopped some of the liniment onto her butt cheeks, spreading it around until it sank in. While he rubbed her butt, he looked around her bedroom, seeing her personal space for the first time, “The colors in your room suit you. I like the rose and light green combination. Rather like Gryffindor and Slytherin colors, but muted.” Seeing all the books piled around on various surfaces, he added with a quirky little smile that Hermione couldn’t see and a tender light at the back of his eyes, “did you leave any books in the mansion library?” He backed away, capped the liniment and left her room without another word giving her no apologies, but she hadn’t really expected any.
Hermione felt an initial sting, but almost immediately the pain subsided and she could sit up, wishing in disgust that she had worn a sexier nightie; she looked like the grandma in ‘Little Red Riding Hood’. Hermione dressed in a casually elegant navy blue sheath and pumps to make a better impression and apparated outside Lucius’ study. She asked for entrance and was invited in, but Lucius only looked disinterestedly at her, then resumed working on his papers.
“Why?” Hermione asked him. “You fixed it. But why?”
“So I can do it again tonight.” Lucius replied, not looking up from his work. He heard the tiny gasp and smiled inwardly.
“You want to spank me again tonight? Is this a joke?” Hermione was totally nonplused.
“If I said I would be spanking you again this evening, would you continue to play the submissive or was that just a one-off last night? Feeling sorry for the shackled prisoner, were you? But not enough to go through it again?” Lucius wasn’t planning on more spanking. He was testing her promise, made before she had an actual taste of what a submissive partner was.
Hermione was confounded and began to understand just what her promise might consist of. She might be humiliated and hurt in his bedroom to make up for his loss of everything to her. Her heart sank but she needed to know, “Lucius, is this submission going to be a payback for what the Ministry’s done to you? Will I be the ‘whipping boy’ for all your unhappiness?”
Lucius regarded her steadily for a moment. “No,” he said, after some thought. “I don’t think it will be about that. If anything I should be whipping Arthur, not you.”
“Eww, please, I’d rather not have that as a visual.” Hermione had an errant amused thought, “So if you whipped Arthur would he be naked like I was?”
Lucius grimaced, “Ugh! Now I don’t want the visual. Look, I made my bed through my own actions and now I’m lying in it. It’s unfortunate that you’re lying in it with me, I suppose, but as long as we’re married, I just want the sex – on my terms. You will have to understand that sex with me is mine to give, not yours to take. If you can agree to that, we can proceed. I do have a more varied repertoire than you do, and I’ll require more from you than you’ve probably given anyone else. But you won’t be put into danger. You’ll need to trust me absolutely in the bedroom, because I won’t give you any other choice. Will you accept my rules?”
Just listening to Lucius talk about his demands was making Hermione horny. She hadn’t gotten any sex from him the night before and, of course, the spanking had hurt, but she’d also been getting her clit rubbed on his erection occasionally while he was striking her. She hadn’t known that she could be aroused and crying from pain at the same time and it intrigued her some. Her enthralling husband must be something of a virtuoso at the uncharted territories she was venturing into. A possible drawback occurred to her, “Lucius, you aren’t going to demand I have sex with anyone else, are you?”
“You mean a threesome with another man? No, if I wanted anything, it would be two women.”
Hermione was totally discomposed and blushed a bright red. She hadn’t even thought of that possibility at all.
Lucius reassured her, seeing her discomfort, “Don’t worry, I won’t ask that of you, either. We’re married and that limits our bed to the two of us, in my mind.” He added, just for deviltry, “I might include an elf or two.”
Hermione’s shock immobilized her for a second, then she realized that this time it was a joke. She glared at him in disapproval. “Not funny, Lucius.” Hermione finally saw a brief smile from her husband and relaxed a bit. She knew she didn’t want to open up the subject of what would happen between the two of them after his year of monitoring was over. She didn’t want to know. So Hermione merely sucked in a gulp of air and said, “I accept.” She added, “I will need to know when this arrangement starts and finishes each time, though. I’m not signing on for submission twenty-four hours a day.”
“Fair enough. We’ll say the parameters are any bedroom at any time. If I designate another place besides a bedroom, you may decline if you wish. That will protect you from having to submit to sex with me on the front steps of the Ministry of Magic at noon.” Lucius turned back to his investments, in effect dismissing her when he said, “Otherwise, you accept. Excellent. I’ll see you at dinner.”
She still wanted to ask if they could have sex that night, but she forlornly understood that was part of what she was now barred from doing. Yes, she owned everything else, but what she craved was his cock. What a fiasco. Even though she’d been hurt and humiliated by the spanking, her arousal hadn’t abated one bit. She still wanted what Lucius could give her with a fierce clenching in her privates. She knew he’d been aroused too; even with the pain it had been hard to miss his member poking her nether curls while she’d been slung over his lap. The strange dynamic intrigued Hermione. Had Lucius known all that when he’d chosen his method of punishment? Or had it been just a purely disciplinary action on his part? Hermione was suddenly at a loose end, not daring to pursue her request for sex, but wanting it badly. She trailed out of the study, dejected that she was left wanting with no way to assuage her desire.
Lucius put down his quill after Hermione left and stared vacantly out the window at the branches of the old oak outside. He’d got what he wanted from her, but he knew she wasn’t a true submissive. He’d be constantly battling her for supremacy in the bedroom no matter what she had promised. She didn’t understand the designation at all, and he realized maybe that would be more fun than having someone who never gave as good as she got from him. He knew he was extremely touchy about having his one remaining area of autonomy challenged, but perhaps he could let her play out her attempts before calling in his trump card – her word to him. Watching her lose ungraciously would be even better than pure submission. Lucius went back to his finances with a sense of optimism and a wicked smile forming on his face.
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So the mating dance continues. Reviews welcome as always. Your generosity with reviews feeds my muse and she's always starving. Fatten her up - please?