Chapter 36

SPOV

"Lesson two: Never use a tool on a submissive that you are not one hundred percent comfortable with. If you are afraid, your submissive will feel your fear. If you are confident, they will have confidence in you. Usually I start out with bare hands, but I'm not sure that your naked hands will deliver enough of an impact to get through Mr. Potter's thick hide so you're going to use a paddle."

I raked my eyes of the young Domme in front of me. She cleaned up nicely. Harry was bound to be a blubbering mess… even more so than usual.

"This doesn't mean," I continued, "that you should be afraid to use your bare hands. You have advantages that I don't, like fingernails for example, and another female Domme would probably be better equipped to train you to use them. However, using a toy evens the playing field to some degree. It's more about technique and less about brute force this way. Understand?"

She nodded her hand and took the paddle that I offered her. Its twin was in my right hand. She turned it over thoughtfully, naturally adapting to the feel of it.

"That is a training paddle. It has a charm that will indicate the amount of force used. Smack the palm of your hand with hit."

Ginny lifted the paddle and smacked the palm of her hand. A glowing number two appeared on the flat surface of the wood.

"The number indicates force?" she asked.

I nodded. "On a scale of one to ten." I used my wand to call the whipping bench out of the corner. I had brought it up here earlier for her to practice on. "This bench is the same height as the one down stairs. I want you to take a couple of practice swings here to get a feel for the force and location of your strokes."

She knelt down by the bench and I helped her get into the right position. We worked for a minute on getting the right angle. "Go ahead an hit the bench. Aim for a seven."

She swung and produced a five. Not bad for a first try. My cock twitched in my pants at the sound of wood meeting leather.

She swung again consistently managed a range of five to eight. It would do for now. If I left her practice for too long, she would only tire herself out.

"Good enough. Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay, let's go meet our submissives. I want you to follow my lead, but don't be afraid to ask questions."

She nodded and we went down the stairs together. We paused in the door way and Ginny took in the scene. Our submissives were kneeling side by side in perfect posture with their backs to us. Hermione had done well. The silence in the room was almost deafening. I loved it.

We crossed the room together, Ginny's heels making a distinct click on the hard wood. Harry turned to look at her.

"Reprimand him for moving," I said softly enough that only she could hear me. She swallowed hard.

"You do not have permission to look at me. Turn around," she said. It came out a lot weaker than I had hoped for. She was nervous.

Harry turned around, but he was still fidgety. If I didn't take control of this they would just feed off of each other's nerves.

"Hermione. Safe words," I barked.

"Yellow and red, Master." Her voice was calm and obedient. Perfection.

I raised an eyebrow to Miss Weasley.

"Harry?"

I cringed. "Don't ask. Tell."

She nodded at me and took a deep breath. "Harry. Safe words." Better.

"Yellow and red," he answered. I wondered if they had discussed proper forms of address. I was guessing not.

"How do you want him to address you?" I asked Ginny. She looked lost. "Miss? Mistress? Ginny? It's completely your call."

"Miss? I guess?"

"You're still asking. You need to be telling."

"Right," she mumbled mostly to herself. But then she seemed to get the hang of it. She rolled her shoulders back and took a step closer to Harry.

"You will address me as Miss and Severus as Sir unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good."

"Hermione, on your bench please." She obediently moved quickly to her position on my command. I had positioned the benches side by side, but with Harry's slightly behind Hermione's so that he would be able to see her at least in part, and Ginny would be able to see me.

I motioned for Ginny to follow me and she walked around to the front of Hermione's bench with me. I heard Harry's intake of breath when he got his first real look at his girlfriend. I smirked and looked down at him. He was flushed pink in a combination of embarrassment and arousal. His cock, at attention, was curled up against his stomach. I had never wanted to see the great Harry Potter naked, but all in all he wasn't unattractive.

"I'm going to bind her hands. I want you to do the same with his," I told Ginny. "Make him bend over the bench in the same position as Hermione."

"Harry, bend over the bench like Hermione." Good. That almost sounded like a proper command. He obeyed and moved awkwardly into a position that was pretty close.

"His knees and feet are too close together, and his hips are at the wrong angle. His knees need to be closer to the bench. Can you see it?"

She walked a few steps to get a different angle. "Can I touch him?" she asked.

"Of course, he's your slave. You can do whatever you want with him." She smiled at that, finally realizing that this was supposed to be fun.

She bent over him and whispered in his ear as she repositioned him. It was then that I realized I'd gotten her wrong. She wasn't the commanding type of Domme; she was the subtle type. I would do better to be more physical and less vocal with these two.

"Tell him, Ginny, what you are going to do to him."

She gave me a wicked smile and then pressed her lips to his ear again. I didn't hear what she said, but whatever it was, it worked. Harry groaned softly under her and shifted on the bench.

I went to Hermione and fastened her wrists into the leather cuffs attached to the bench. A moment later Miss Weasley followed suit.

"I'll demonstrate, and then you will do the same. Understand?"

Ginny nodded, and I knelt behind Hermione, paddle in hand.

HPOV

The worn leather creaked against my naked breasts, and I made a futile effort to hold still. Master's hand was warm and soft as it trailed up my thigh and over the curve of my ass. A soft whimper escaped my lips.

"I'm going to give you ten, love. Count."

The wooden paddle met my ass with a crack, and I counted. I wanted to be perfect. I would not embarrass my Master in front of Harry and Ginny. I would be the perfect example.

"Three," I sighed. I was beginning to feel the heat rising in my backside. Each blow stung.

I opened my eyes and looked at Harry. He was watching me from his position on the bench beside me. His eyes were wide, but he remained silent. He looked vulnerable, and I remembered a time when I had felt vulnerable this way too. Now I felt only arousal… and pain.

By six I was aching with need. I pressed my hips into the bench seeking friction but not finding any relief.

The torture was increased ten fold when He began to speak to me. He said that I liked to be punished because I knew deep down that I was a filthy little slut who deserved it. I agreed with him completely. I did want it.

He used my own words from my essay against me repeating how wet it would make me to be exposed in front of an audience. I was both embarrassed and elated by it. By the time he'd finished the ten strokes, I was panting hard and writhing as much as my restraints would allow.

When he was finished, he returned his attention to Harry and Ginny. He gave her a few instructions but head was too fuzzy to absorb it all. I relaxed into the soft leather bench and watched as best I could from my awkward position.

Harry did well. He grunted occasionally, but his counting was pretty steady. Every time I heard the crack of the paddle on his skin, I felt the pain and pleasure all over again. I closed my eyes and relived each stroke. It passed by quickly, seeming to go much faster when it was not my own bottom that was taking the blows.

When she was done, Master gave Ginny a vial of oil to rub into Harry's skin. I desperately hoped that he would do the same for me. Ginny began the aftercare process, rubbing his shoulders and his ass with oil.

When he was sure that she was comfortable, Master returned to me. He removed my hands from the restraints, but used his body to keep me pressed over the bench. He rubbed me gently with the same oil that he had given Ginny. He whispered the most wonderful things to me as he worked, and I hummed in contentment.

His long fingers worked with expert skill. When he reached the tops of my thighs, he used both hands, spreading me wide and rubbing gentle circles on my clit as he pumped two fingers in and out of my dripping pussy.

"My little voyeur," he whispered. "Do you want to watch them?"

"Yes, please, Master."

He rotated the bench under me slightly, taking me with it and allowing me a better view. His fingers slowed, but did not cease their delicious torture.

Ginny was behind Harry, who was still restrained and bent over the bench. She was fisting his cock in one hand and tugging on his hair with the other. His eyes were closed, his neck and arms extended between the leather cuffs and her small fist. Her hand was slick with the oil that she had used and it glided up and down his shaft easily. He bucked against her hand and moaned.

Master pinched my clit hard, pulling my focus back to him. "Do you like watching them?" he growled in my ear. I nodded my affirmation. "He's close. Look at the strain on his face. He is fighting, but he will give in soon."

His breath was warm against my ear as he chuckled. I moaned my agreement.

"You have been a good girl. You may come when you are ready."

The problem was that I wasn't ready. This had been a short session compared to my normal. It was increased, of course, as a result of the company, but I wanted more. Much more. He'd gone too easy on me, and he was barely teasing me now. I would never get off like this.

"Please," I begged.

"What do you want, Hermione?"

What I wanted was his cock. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't think he would do it in front of Harry. I groaned in frustration instead, not knowing how to answer him.

"It's not enough for you is it?" he whispered.

"I'm sorry, Master," I panted. Fuck I was desperate. I needed something, anything to push me over the edge.

"Watch him," he commanded.

I looked up and watched as Harry came, his cock spraying a thick stream across the bench in front of him. Ginny stroked him a few more times as he groaned and tried to catch his breath.

"You will wait here," Severus said to me before standing and leaving me feeling empty and frustrated.

He waved his wand and the mess that Harry had made disappeared. Harry dressed quickly while Ginny and Severus spoke in hushed tones. I was rather confused as to whether we were fished or not. I closed my eyes and tried to hold still like a good girl. It was not my problem to deal with the logistical issues and I needed to get out of my head.

There was a shuffling of furniture and when I looked up Ginny and Harry were seated side-by-side in a couple of chairs positioned against the wall.

Master returned to me a few minutes later. "Stand."

I stood and wobbled a little on unsteady legs. I had been on my knees for quite a while and my legs were beginning to feel the strain. He worked efficiently binding my hands over my head with a coil of rope that hung from the ceiling. He lifted me until my feet were barely able to touch the ground.

"You want more don't you, Hermione?" I almost sighed in relief. There was the voice of my Master. He was going to give me a real session after all.

"Yes, please, Master."

"They develop a tolerance over time," he explained to Ginny. "Two months ago that would have been enough for her, but she has taken far harder sessions, and to really feel satisfied at this point she would either need more physical contact from me or a longer session. She probably could have taken thirty or more swats with a paddle like that before she reached any kind of completion. So to make it easier we add additional stimulation."

"Open," he commanded me. I opened my mouth and he slid a small ball gag between my teeth before fastening the straps around my head. I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. I was thankful that with the gag I wouldn't have to count. I hated counting.

Because my eyes were closed, I was surprised when I felt the cool plastic of a vibrator between my legs. He pushed it all the way in before turning it on low. I hummed in pleasure as it came to life inside me. It was a soft stimulation, which I knew would feel wonderful against the harsh pain. He held it in place with thin leather straps that tied around my hipbones.

He used a soft flogger, hitting first my breasts until they were crisscrossed with red lines and my nipples were aching. I struggled to keep my feet in one place. I wanted desperately to rub my legs together, to find some kind of friction against the vibrator that hummed steadily inside me. He kissed my breasts, lapping gently at them with his tongue and then squeezing harshly with his hands. I tossed my head back and moaned from behind the gag.

"That's more like it," he growled at me.

He used the same flogger on my ass and thighs, flaring to life the soreness from the earlier paddling.

I lost my balance and moved my feet a few inches closer together. Leather restrains curled up from the floor at his command, circling my ankles and forcing my legs apart.

"You know better than to close your legs to me, slut."

"I'm sorry," I tried to apologize but the gag prevented it from being heard.

He gave me three very hard swats as an immediate punishment that brought tears to my eyes.

"I own you. You will behave for me." I nodded my head in agreement.

He struck me directly between my legs, the tails putting pressure on the vibrator that was still humming softly before connecting with my clit and making me feel as though I would jump out of my skin. It was like being whipped with a bolt of lightening.

Oh God. More. So close.

"Come for me, Hermione," he commanded.

He brought the flogger up though my legs three more times in rapid succession. I shrieked and bucked hard against my tethers as the orgasm overtook me. It was drawn out by the never-ending vibrations that suddenly felt like an over-abundance of stimulation. For a moment it was too much—painfully so—but then he had the vibrator unstraped and the vibrations ceased as he removed it.

I sagged uselessly against him, and he took me down. I curled my fists into the soft cotton of his shirt. The heat from his body was comforting in my vulnerable state as he carried me. He took a seat on one of the whipping benches, rubbing the ache from my joints as he cradled me in his lap. My bathrobe materialized around me, soft and warm. I rested my head on his shoulder and let him love me.

"Do you have questions?" he asked. I was confused at first, having completely forgotten that my friends were still present. Ginny answered, but I was too distracted to follow the conversation. I didn't want that right now. I just wanted to feel safe in his arms, basking in the warm afterglow.

I was conscious of their leaving sometime later, but none of that mattered as he carried me to his bed, promises of pleasure falling from his lips.