Hermione Granger was a 14-year-old witch. She, had recently freed Sirius Black. Though, Pettigrew had managed to escape and Remus forced to leave after Snape spilled the tea by telling everyone he was a werewolf, Sirius was freed from Azkaban and in safety. Harry, shockingly had not sulked and was very happy. Though he didn't get to go and lived with his godfather he was very happy.

Hermione was currently in the library. She was reading a couple of books. She sighed. You see, Hermione Granger had a secret. Her biggest desire was to be spanked and know how it feels. She knew Hogwarts was not a fan of corporal punishment. Albus Dumbledore had banned it. She didn't know how she felt about it though. If he hadn't, she would have got loads of spankings. She had known that the Muggle world used corporal punishment. She knew the cane was used in muggle schools. She sincerely hoped that someone could punish her, such, one day.

She was going to be fifteen in a few months. She was one of the oldest in her year and there were flaws of that. Her mind was on a lot of things nowadays and they were very different than what her 13-year-old was.

Hermione had read many sex magazines. Many of them had a strong BDSM theme. Now, Hermione had no interest in being whipped bloody but the idea of spanking had always fascinated her.

Hermione was a rule follower. She was accused of following authority blindly. But for the first time in her life, she was thinking of breaking the rules. She was thinking of deliberately breaking the rules. And then, someone would give her a lesson. They would take her by her ear, put her in his/her lap, pull of her knickers and spank her behind, the red of Gryffindor house colour. That was her biggest fantasy.

She had several fantasies of who would spank her. Stern witches like McGonagall or stern and known as unfair wizards like Snape or professional trainer spankers like Molly Weasley. She even had the fantasy of Cedric Diggory, the hottest boy of school spanking her. But, for a few weeks, that fantasy had changed to Harry Potter. Behind the skinny 13- year- old boy was a confident yet sexy boy. She hoped that someday someone would spank her.

It was two days since she was in the library thinking about spanking. Today was different. She had a plan to make someone spank her. And that someone was Mr. Harry James Potter.

She went up to him. He was in the library alone ready to leave. For the past few days Ron had spent some time with his family.

'Harry, can I speak to you? I have something to tell you,' I spoke

'Sure 'Mione. I am coming.' Harry replied and started following me.

I and Harry went to one of the many unused Hogwarts classrooms. We put our bags down. I added privacy charms on the room so no one can enter or hear anything.

'Hermione, what happened? Is everything fine?' Harry asked.

'Yes, Harry everything is fine,' I replied.

I took a deep breath and spoke up,

'Harry, I apologise for taking your Firebolt to Professor McGonagall without asking you. I am also sorry for snapping at you and getting angry with you when you tried to tell me what was apparently true,'

'Umm 'Mione, it's fine. I mean you did have the best thoughts. What if, the broomstick was actually from a death eater? And, for the snapping, Merlin you needed some break after taking so many classes.' Harry replied.

'Well, Harry I should have consulted you and explained to you why I needed to do that. I should have also not snapped at you after that as a cat usually eats a rat.' I explained.

'It's fine 'Mione. It's the past. Let's forget about that,' Harry said.

'Harry, I shouldn't have done that. I apologise for it and I think you should punish me.' I spoke

Harry's eyes bulged.

'Wh-aat punish?'

'Yes, Harry I have been killing myself. I treated you as a child who has no idea of what is correct and what is wrong. So, I deserved to be treated as a child too.' I spoke again.

'Okay. Umm so punishment. Lines? An Essay?' Harry asked quite shocked.

I snorted.

'Harry, you know I love both lines and essays. If I had done that at home, my parents would have given me a good hard spanking,' That was a lie. The most she had got was a couple of smacks on her bottom when she was eleven.

Harry was shocked. That was the understatement of a century. He choked.

'A sp-anking? Yo- your pa- parents sp- spank?' He asked.

I grinned.

'I am not a goody-two-shoes all the time. When I am home, I do get a lot of spankings? So, would you do it? Please? The guilt is killing me. We can be even. Don't tell anyone that, though.'

'Umm. O- okay? Wouldn't dream of doing that.' He replied.

'Don't freak out. I am going to undress.'

'What?'

'Well, you know I won't feel a thing if you did that on my robes. I am not gonna be naked or something. And you are my best friend. I trust you.'

He smiled.

I undid the zipper of my skirt and it fell. I was tempted to pull my knickers to my ankles as well. But, I couldn't. The poor boy was blushing as mad.

'Harry, I am sorry for my atrocious behaviour. Would you please spank me like I deserve?' I asked.

'Sure thing, Hermione,' Harry said.

After a moment, I was on his lap my pantie-clad bottom high, my hands touching the ground. Just like I imagined forever.

'Remember, Harry. Spankings are supposed to hurt and don't be frightened to make it nice and hard' to make things a bit better I said 'My mum and dad would do it bare, if they knew, with a paddle.'

'Whaat?'

Harry was shocked. He can't believe that Dan or Emma Granger would do that.

'Well, maybe I can tell you some stories about that, later,' I said to him. I would have to make a lot of stories.

I knew I didn't know anything and had to tell him somethings she had read.

'Don't stop till I am thoroughly punished,' I brought back the topic and decided to say something to give him an idea, 'If I cry don't stop as spankings are supposed to hurt,' and also decided to say something else, 'When my mum and dad do that, it feels like I am sitting on a pile of hot coals.'

'O-Okay Hermione. I am starting now. And wait what a pile off hot coals. You might tell me what that is supposed to mean later.'

I was excited, shocked, embarrassed and scared for a little bit. I didn't know how it felt to be spanked and yet here I was for my first time. And shockingly it was neither my mum or dad, it was Harry Potter. SMACK

The first spank fell on my bottom. I could feel Harry was uncertain and had no idea if he was doing okay. He was not confident. The first 5 smacks fell and I felt Harry getting stronger and more confident. Hard smacks fell on my bottom. They were doing alternate cheeks and I realized something else- it really hurt.

Spank after spank fell on my butt adding fire. I couldn't see the floor anymore. My eyes were full of tears. I gritted my teeth to stop from crying out.

Soon, I could have sworn it was Dumbledore spanking me. But yet I didn't want him to stop. Go a bit soft, yes. But not stop. Even after the pain growing in my poor bum, I could feel pleasure in a different spot. I rubbed my thighs to add the pleasure.

Soon, Harry started hitting my sit spots. They were worse. Because my knickers didn't cover the place. I couldn't help myself. I yelped.

Harry stopped. I sighed in relief. Even though, there was pleasure in somewhere, my buttocks hurt a lot.

But it was not it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

More spanks fell on my bottom. I couldn't help myself I started crying. I also started fearing. Harry was taking my advice to heart and he wouldn't stop until I am thoroughly punished. A little tears and yelping wouldn't stop him.

Soon, I wanted him to stop. I knew if I ordered him, he would let me up. But, all those months of hoping would be in vain. I wanted Harry to build up his confidence to spank me how I deserved. So, I let him continue.

This realization made me feel free. I wanted this. I had misbehaved and now I am paying the price. Harry was in charge and all I could do was submit to the punishment. I stopped controlling my emotions. I cried, I sobbed, I sniffled, I groaned and wailed. I kicked my legs and wriggle my poor bum to lessen the pain. I happily threw myself to the role of a naughty little girl unwillingly being treated to her delicacies for her misbehaviour.

'Hermione, are you okay? It was not too much, was it?' Only, after a minute, Hermione realized it was over and she loved the concern in Harry's voice.

She pulled herself up and gave him a hug and said,

'Of course not. You were perfect. I didn't feel it was you spanking me, I felt it was my dad.' This was a lie, of course. But, to pull off the game, I said that. 'I feel much better now,'

'Are you sure? You were crying a lot.' He added.

'Of course, Harry if I don't cry, it's not that much of a punishment, is it?' The humour in my voice seemed to reassure Harry.

'Harry, could you do me a favour?'

'Okay, Hermione,'

'Could you rub this on my bum?'

I went to my bag with my skirt on my ankles and took out some cream that I had bought, if someday someone would spank me. I gave it to Harry.

'Over your knickers?'

'Of course not, Harry, I trust you to be a gentleman and not see anything.' I said,

I downed my knickers and bent down on a table.

'Come on, then. Hurry up,'

It took a bit of coaxing. Harry was looking everywhere but my direction. Soon, Harry started massaging my reddened bum. The cool cream started relaxing my hot bum. I looked back and had to stifle a laughter. Harry was looking everywhere but me. He was rubbing entirely by touch. It felt good, though. The whole time, I could feel my pussy throbbing.

Then another desire popped up at head. I wanted to expose myself to him. What would he do? Freak out or ignore it? Or take her back to his knee to give her a good spanking again to tell her not to do it again?

I sighed and brought my wild imagination back. Neither Harry nor I was ready for that step. I kept my legs firmly fixed. After a while, Harry stopped. I pulled on my knickers and skirt back. I pretended not to notice Harry's sigh of relief. Instead gave him another hug and kiss on his cheek.

They separated but were holding hands and Harry cleared his throat.

'So, uh I guess we are even now?'

'That's up to you. Do you think I deserve more?'

'Umm, no,'

'Well, then we are even, I guess. I will be sleeping on my front, though.' I giggled.

Harry chuckled as well, 'You did ask for it.'

'Umm, Harry I know it's a weird thing to ask. But can you do it again?'

'A- Again?' Harry asked shocked.

'Yes Harry. Well, I know I can be a bossy knowing it all bitch some times. No, Harry don't deny it. Could you spank me when I need it?'

'You are not that bad Hermione….'

'That's because you are so good. Can you do that please?'

'Umm okay. Now tell me about your mum and dad and why they spank you?' He demanded.

Holy Merlin, he remembers I thought,

'Umm sure. I can tell you now if you can do a good cushioning charm.' I spoke. I could tell him about something I have read. I knew he was concerned. So, he would want to know that I was not being abused.

'Yes, I do know a good cushioning charm' Harry replied.

He turned and took out his wand and pointed it towards a chair and said the incantation,

'Molliare'.

I looked at the chair. It was looking soft and comfortable. I sat on it.

'Now, tell me? Do they hit you harder? Do they hit you too much? Do they hit you very hard that you can't sit for a long time?' The question came and came.

I let out a giggle and spoke,

'Whoa! Whoa! Harry! Calm down.'

Harry did calm down and looked at me with a questioning glance.

'So, you want to know how they spank me?' I asked.

'Yeah!'

'Well, they take me upon their knee. Hit me through my skirt or pants. Then the spirt or pant goes down. They smack me through knickers. Then, after I wail or have some tears, the knickers are pulled down.' I looked at Harry. He was looking shocked. 'Then, they spank me with their bare hand. If the misbehaviour is too bad, they use an implement to aid them. Then they hug me and let me calm down,' Harry's face had a look that I couldn't understand.

'Umm, okay,' He said after a moment's pause. 'When was the last time you were spanked and what did you meant by hot coals?'

'Umm, they spanked me when I was home last summer. And by hot coals I meant very hot,'

'Okay. What did you do to get a spanking, I can't understand? Perfect rule follower Hermione Granger upon her mum or dad's knee.' He said with a sly grin.

I pouted and spoke,

'Well, I have no wish to tell you why,'

'Umm, okay. Well, don't you think we should go?'

'Yes, I might have a lie down due to a certain someone my arse is killing me.'

Both of us laughed. I left the room to the dorm to give my aroused sex and my diamond hard nipples some much needed attention.