I was never like the other girls in our year. My hair was always wild and my clothes were always too big. Not any more. The summer before our seventh year, my hair grew out so that it was no longer curly and untamed, it cascaded in long waves down my back, the sun turning it to gold. I decided to get my teeth straightened and whitened. My chest, hips, and ass filled out, giving me the hourglass figure that I had wanted for so long. I met Kasey this summer, although she's a Muggle, she forced me to change my entire wardrobe.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, happy with my appearance. I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a tight fitted red crop top with a low v-neck that showed off my impressive DD-cup breasts and ended just above my belly button. Slipping into my black heels, I grabbed my trunk and headed down the stairs. I was looking forward to going back but I didn't exactly want to see Harry or Ron. I had been avoiding them for most of the summer after Ron decided that I wasn't good enough and ran of with Lav-Lav. Those two made me sick.
I hugged my mom goodbye and strode off towards the platform, trunk in tow. With a smirk on my face I strode towards the train, hearing all of the whispers and feeling people's eyes on me. One gaze felt more heated than the rest and when I turned that way, my thighs clenched together with desire and I felt myself heating up down there. There stood none other than Draco Malfoy himself with the most dominant look on his face that I had ever seen, making me want him to take me right here on the platform. And from the way his eyes never left me, I knew he wanted to do it. Instead, I turned and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Finding myself an empty compartment, I sat down in the window seat and rubbed my thighs together feeling my thong rub deliciously against my soaked heat. I hung my head back and let out a long moan. Looking back up I froze, seeing Draco in the doorway with dark eyes and the same dominant stance, sending another wave of arousal straight to my core.
"M-Malfoy…" My voice came out as a moan, instead of the question I had wanted it to be. Impossibly, his eyes darkened even more and he stepped into the compartment, crossing it slowly to stand directly in front of me. Bending down so close to me that I could feel his breath ghosting over my pulse point, coming up to my ear, his lips barely brushing my neck as he spoke, "I think you should be punished…" I groaned softly, unintentionally leaning my head to the side to give him more room, "From now on, you won't be dressing so provocatively… Unless I ask you to of course… " He growled deep in his throat, "And nobody but me is allowed to touch you. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes…" I could feel my wetness starting to spread from my thong, to my thighs. "W-What did you mean when you said you wanted me to be p-punished?"
"I'm glad you asked." Before I knew it, he had sat down next to me and pulled me over his lap so that my ass was dangling in the air. He reached underneath me and unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs to my knees, running a finger up my slit and letting out a growl at how wet I was. I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. Slowly he pulled down my thong so that I was completely exposed to him.
"Now, tell me why you are being punished."
"Because I was dressed provocatively without your permission."
I gasped in shock as i felt his hand descend roughly onto my left cheek. After the shock and humiliation subsided I bit back a moan as heat rushed to my lower region. How can I be enjoying this? I can't be letting him do this to me, but it feels so good.
"Only address me as Master or Sir when we are alone." He was quiet for a moment and i realized he was expecting a response.
"Yes… M-Master.."
"Good girl. Now i want you to count for me." His husky voice sounded in my ear and a moment later there was a hard slap on the same spot as before.
"Ooh.. o-one." And then another, and another. When we finally got to ten I was panting like a dog in heat. The pressure was too much and I tried to grind down on his lap but he stopped me. "You are not to come. Do you understand, do not come."
"Yes Master… Please Master let me come." The pressure between my legs was building with every slap, my nerves exploding with sensations new to me. This is so wrong… "AH, ei-eighteen." I was shaking now, it was too much.
"Hermione, on three, you're going to come for me. Understand?"
"Y-yes sir." I moaned, loudly. "nineteen.." My ass cheeks were now burning, and I could see a small puddle forming on the floor from my juices dripping off the seat.
"One… two…" he moved his leg up so that my knees separated slightly. He delivered the final slap directly, and as hard as he could, on my gushing pussy, "three, cum for me Hermione." And I did. Practically screaming as my orgasm ripped through me, so many times harder than ever before and all he had done was slap me. I swear I'm going to dress like a stripper to classes if it means that he'll do that again.
As my orgasm ended, and i felt how wet his leg and and my thighs were, my face turned as red as a tomato. I gulped and slowly looked up.
"So, did you learn your lesson?" He drawled.
"Y-yeah." He delivered a sharp smack to my sensitive clit.
"Yes what?" He whispered huskily, rubbing my clit in small circles and suddenly smacking me hard.
"OOOH YES SIR!" I screamed. And he chuckled knowing that my reply had nothing to do with his question. He continued this pattern for a while, rubbing me slowly and teasingly and then hitting me. HARD. The blows only got harder each time. I was panting hard, glistening with sweat, begging for more.