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Text that is Bold and Italicized are messages from Hermione to Pansy. Text in just Italics are Pansy's replies.
Pansy couldn't believe the shift that had occurred in her life in the last two weeks. Hermione had slipped into her heart so smoothly it felt as if she had always been there. Greg and Marcus had each come to the same terms about sharing their wives and Pansy hadn’t been so horny since her school days. Sexting with Hermione every day had her randier than a fourth year boy and she hadn’t come so hard in months. Every whimper, whine, sigh, plea, and shriek was the sweetest symphony of music to Pansy’s ears and she wouldn't ever get enough of hearing Hermione’s voice saying her name in ecstasy as she fell apart.
Her little vixen had continued to shock her with the different activities they had discussed trying until finally Pansy had asked Hermione if she had any hard limits at all.
I’d have to look at a full list of things to see if anything popped
out as a hard red, but nothing we’ve talked about so far has
brought me anywhere outside of green.
Pansy immediately sent her a BDSM checklist and it was returned to her phone minutes later completely filled out.
Wow we really are the same person.
Yeah?
Yeah. One or two differences but that is almost exactly what my
own checklist looks like.
No kidding. I’m curious about the differences.
Pans detailed the differences that were on her own list and about died when Hermione clarified the level of humiliation she would be comfortable with.
I definitely respond better to praise than humiliation, but if you had me
on a saltire and were talking to Marcus or Daddy about what a wet little
slut I am, I would be green all day.
Good lord… mmmhhmm… yeah… okay. I’m fine just choking on air over here.
I love making you speechless.
You are very, very successful at doing that. Fuck.
I have to tell you, the role play section on the checklist made me want to take out my old school uniform and make it sluttier.
Pansy screwed her eyes shut and groaned when she read that. Ideas of playing detention flashed through her mind and she knew she needed to have Hermione meet her as soon as possible. She had a surprise in store for her little witch and couldn’t wait to see what her reaction would be.
Fucking hell. Meet me tomorrow night at eight for your detention baby girl,
and you had better be in uniform or there will be consequences.
Fuck, yes Mistress.
Gods you’re such a good fucking girl. Get some sleep princess,
you’re going to need it.
Pansy went to bed twitchy and aching for Hermione and the next morning set to choosing her wardrobe for their scene that night. She set out her black heeled boots and black work slacks before turning to her row of hanging button downs. She quickly eliminated all of the brighter colours and whites, honing in on her dark colours like navy, burgundy, dark green, and of course black.
Deciding black would make her think too much of Professor Snape, she chose the dark green. Playing professor for the night didn’t mean she was going to abandon her own school house. Her little lioness was going to be at the mercy of a viper tonight and enjoy every second of it.
Hermione entered the private club room Pansy had sent her the address to exactly at eight o’clock and Pansy silently delighted at the hitched breath that came from the doorway.
“Take a seat Miss Granger, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Pansy said, her voice sharp and professional as she continued to pretend she was grading assignments. Hermione’s footsteps sounded on the floor as she approached the lone student desk in the room and sat down.
Pansy let the tension stretch for a few minutes longer before setting her quill aside and standing from her chair. She walked around to the front of her own desk and leaned back against it.
“Now Miss Granger, this detention is going to go a little differently than usual. Who were you trying to impress with your skirt higher than regulation permits and that white button down stretching too tightly across your breasts?”
“I… please Professor I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted someone to notice me,” Hermione stammered and Pansy smirked.
“Well I certainly noticed you little witch. And it appears that you’ve worn the same kind of uniform to detention here tonight. Are you trying to seduce me?” Pansy demanded, loving the way the other girl’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“N-no, Professor Parkinson, please I…”
“Miss Granger, do us both a favour and stop lying. You’re attracted to me and I’ve seen you staring during class.”
“Shit,” Hermione swore softly at getting caught staring. “Yes, alright, maybe I am trying to seduce you as much as I can during class. I didn’t think it would land me in detention with you though.”
Pansy let out a dark chuckle and Hermione visibly shivered at the sound. Pansy shed her outer robes and revelled in the way that Hermione’s eyes darkened with lust as she tracked every movement, drinking in the full effect of what Pansy had selected as her Professor’s attire. The dark green button down was tailored at the waist and lay flat underneath the black vest she wore, not a crease out of place.
Pansy’s well manicured hands unbuttoned her cuffs and began to roll them up. Hermione whined softly as her forearms came into view.
“Hermione, this detention is going to consist of a punishment for your impertinence. Good girls use their words to ask for what they want, and since this is your first punishment from me as you’re still learning the rules, I will be light.”
“Y-yes ma’am. What exactly are you going to do to me?”
Pansy smirked at the girl before replying, “I will be spanking you tonight, and if you take it well then there might even be a reward for you at the end. Now, come here and let me really look at you.”
Hermione stood shakily and shed her school robes before walking to stand in front of Pansy who eyed her critically before grasping her by the chin. She leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to Hermione's, loving the way the girl immediately melted into submission at the contact. Pansy kept the kiss sweet and simple before pulling away and smiling at the lusty haze clouding Hermione's whisky amber eyes.
“Come,” she commanded softly before rounding the large desk back to her chair. Hermione dutifully followed and stood in front of Pansy awaiting her next instruction. Pans let herself really take in the full effect of the changes Hermione had made to the pleated skirt and white button down. The hem of the skirt barely covered the girl's arse for Salazar's sake. The shirt stretched across Hermione’s chest, her breasts further emphasised with each heavy breath she took.
“Shirt off, Miss Granger, and then turn around and lean over the edge of the desk. Press your cheek to the surface, little witch” she ordered as she took a seat on her large chair.
Hermione immediately complied and jumped at the feeling of Pansy’s hand now sliding up the inside of her thigh as she rested her weight on her forearms. She gasped as fingertips ghosted along the length of her cotton clad cunt before flipping the back of her skirt up and tucking the edge into the waistband.
Pansy wasted no time in taking the knickers off her lover, tearing them away from Hermione’s body. She ran her hands over the globes of Hermione’s arse, squeezing softly before firming her touch.
“Hermione, I’m going to give you ten strikes of my hand and I want you to count each one out loud for me.”
“Yes Professor,” came the immediate reply.
Pansy brought her hand down firmly across Hermione’s right cheek and the girl jumped, gasping as the sting reverberated through her flesh.
“One,” she gasped out after a moment, her breathing erratic as she adjusted to the new sensation.
“Very good,” Pansy praised and Hermione preened. Pansy took this opportunity of distraction to land the second blow to the left side of Hermione’s arse and the girl jumped away as the crack sounded in the classroom.
“Ow, fuck! Two,” the girl panted as Pansy waited for her to settle again, eyes honed in on the blooming rose colour spreading from where her hands had landed already.
She delivered the next three blows in quick succession, each landing on unmarked skin with an increase in strength. Hermione’s arousal was now sliding down her thighs as she whined before counting, “Five.”
Pansy coated her fingers in the substance and brought them to her lips, groaning at smell and taste.
“Fuck baby girl you taste so good. You still have five more to take, are you ready?”
Hermione nodded her head and Pansy landed a sharp blow to the inside of her thigh in warning.
“Good girls use their words, Miss Granger. I’ll ask again. Are you ready for your last five?”
“Oh fuck… yes ma’am, I’m ready,” Hermione moaned and Pansy pressed a kiss to her heated skin.
“Well done baby girl,” she said and Hermione whimpered, her back arching and presenting Pansy with an even better view of her arse. Pans shifted in her chair, trying not to roll her hips too much on the dildo currently filling her cunt. Finding this specific strap-on was a blessing and a curse but she couldn’t wait to fuck her witch with it, even if sitting on it now while watching Hermione get wetter with each strike was exquisite torture. Her slacks felt too tight and delivering these last blows was going to have her on the edge of orgasm.
She brought her hand down solidly on Hermione’s arse and the witch pushed backwards into her hand as she cried out, “Ungh, six.”
Pansy alternated sides and as her hand came down on the tenth strike Hermione screamed, her torso flat on the desktop as her legs shook from the force of the blow.
“Ten, oh gods, thank you Professor,” she sighed out, arching her back and Pansy couldn’t take it anymore. She cupped Hermione’s sopping cunt and stroked her briefly before standing and grabbing Hermione’s hips, grinding the material of her slacks into the beautifully reddened flesh.
“Merlin, Mistress are you wearing a… a strap on?” Hermione’s head shot up as Pansy ground the unforgiving length against her sensitive arse.
“Yes baby girl, I am,” Pansy’s voice was low as she thrust two fingers into Hermione’s waiting heat, working her open as she used her other hand to undo the button and zip on her trousers and shove them down her thighs. “Fuck princess you are so perfect. Gods you took that punishment so well.”
Hermione mewled as Pansy slid the dildo through her folds, coating it in the arousal that was dripping from her cunt before notching the head at her entrance and thrusting in, revelling in Hermione’s scream as she pressed her pelvis flush against Hermione’s reddened arse, her hips rolling forward to take full advantage of the dildo stuffing her own cunt.
"Fuck Mistress, oh gods, please move," Hermione pressed back into her and she pulled out almost completely before snapping her hips forward and setting a steady pace that had them both panting in seconds.
"So fucking polite," Pansy choked out, punctuating each word with a thrust of her hips, "always using your manners."
"You're so good to me Mistress," Hermione whimpered and Pansy closed her eyes as her cunt clenched around her dildo.
"Fuck you take my cock so well baby girl," she groaned, her hand dancing up Hermione's spine until she reached riotous curls and took them in her fist and pulled, forcing Hermione's back to arch and allowing Pansy an even deeper angle on her next thrust.
Hermione keened at the new angle and Pansy grinned at the sound as she asked, "What would Daddy say if he saw you like this, hmm little girl?"
"Daddy… ungh fuck… Daddy would s-s-say that I-I'm being s-such a good s-slut," Hermione stuttered and Pansy knew her girl was on the cusp of orgasm.
Using the hand in her witch's hair, Pansy pulled her up all the way until her torso was arched off the desk and nipped at her earlobe before whispering, "Fuck yes you are. Such a good little slut. And good sluts come all over their Professor's cock."
"Oh god, p-please, Professor! Please may I c-come on y-your cock?" Hermione begged with a sob and Pansy took her hand from Hermione's hair and wrapped it around her throat.
"Yes, Miss Granger, you may," Pansy commanded and Hermione shook in her arms as she screamed, "Fuck, Pansy!"
Pansy bit down on the juncture of her witch's neck and shoulder, groaning as she allowed herself the release she had so needed now that Hermione had been satisfied. She soothed the bite with her tongue before pressing a series of soft kisses to Hermione's skin as she murmured, "You are the perfect witch for me, baby girl. God, I am so proud of you angel. You are otherworldly sweetheart, I love you so much."
Pansy held her tightly as she continued to shiver, softly rubbing her hands over as much of Hermione as she could before gently helping her lay back down on the desk. She pulled her hips back and the dildo slid from Hermione's still twitching cunt. The girl moaned softly, a pout crossing her beautiful face before she whimpered, "I love you too, Mistress. Thank you so much for tonight. You are so good to me."
Pansy gently rolled Hermione onto her back on the desk before stepping back and quickly stripping her slacks and the strap-on off, tossing it to the side. She transfigured the desk chair into a king bed and gathered her witch in her arms, setting her on the bed and helping her to take off her bra and skirt before kissing her sweetly. She smiled at the sight of Hermione’s blissful look and quickly took off her own shirt and bra before sliding into bed next to her.
The witches quickly fell asleep, each sinking into the arms of Morpheus as they whispered “I love you” one last time.