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Chapter 1: Punish Me
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, please don't hurt me!" the young girl shrieked, feigning horror. She was scantily clad in a Catholic-school-girl type get up with the green and black plaid skirt barely covering her butt, which at the moment was seated on a classroom desk. She wore white cotton ¾ length sleeved button-up shirt whose front part was tied in a knot, giving a peak of the girl's tanned and flat stomach. The first three buttons were left open, allowing one to see an incredible amount of cleavage. The thin material also let anyone see that there clearly wasn't any barrier between her breasts and the shirt. Her hair was loosely done in two braids, one on each side. She sensuously licked her lips, taking the time to wet each section, not missing a spot, and then pouted her lips. Her sparkling brown eyes slowly rose up to look at the man in front of her, trying look as innocent and scared as possible, but it was a difficult task considering the increasing heat she was feeling in the spot between her thighs.
The man, who was dressed in a white long sleeved button-up-shirt with a black tie around the collar, slowly walked closer towards the girl and surrounded her by firmly gripping each side of the desk. "I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, but this was the last straw. You've misbehaved one too many times this past week." He drew himself closer and closer until his face was only a half an inch away from hers. He softly whispered, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."
The girl looked down and started to play with her shirt's knot at the front. "Well, I have been pretty naughty these past few days," she admitted. She continued to slowly untie the knot while speaking. "I just can't help being a bad girl sometimes," she said and at that moment, finally undid the knot.
She noticed the eyes of her observer filled with desire and decided to tease him some more. One by one, and ever so slowly, she undid the few buttons left on the shirt covering her breasts. His silver-grey eyes followed her fingers down each button. His mouth was salivating just at the thought of what he'd get a view of in a few moments. Finally, her perfectly manicured fingers reached the last button, which she took the most time removing. After she'd finished unbuttoning, she slowly got out of her seat. She stood in front of the man for a second or two before walking up to the front of the room towards what looked like a teacher's desk. She made sure she swayed her hips enough so he got a few peaks of what was under her skirt. When she reached the teacher's desk, she turned herself around to look at the man whose forehead was forming beads of sweat out of anticipation. She picked herself up on the desk and crossed her legs over it. She leaned back a little while her arms were supporting her by holding on to the tabletop. This was the sight that would haunt him for the next few nights without her. Her long tan legs, one on top of the other, giving him a slight view of her underwear. His eyes moved up to her chest area. Her nipples were now barely covered by the open shirt. He looked at her angelic, well in the current situation, devilish is probably more suitable of a word, face and took in her big cinnamon colored eyes with a mischievous twinkle in them. His stance was broken when she softly bit her lip and asked, "So what are you waiting for?" The next part was spoken in a barely audible voice, but he heard it. "Punish me."
He wasn't able to handle it any longer. In just two long strides he reached the desk and quickly started to ravage the girl in front of him. He literally ripped the shirt off of her body and forcefully threw it onto the floor. His face was becoming a slight tinge of red, as if he were angry. He was an animal ready to devour its prey. His hands next went to the girl's barely-there skirt which he also tore to pieces. She could do nothing to stop him and she knew it. She loved it. His animalistic characteristics toned down a bit after seeing the color of her thong. "Green?" he asked slightly amused. "Sucking up to the teacher," she replied in a witty tone. His rage came back as he harshly picked her off the table easily with his strong arms. His hands were large enough to fully grab hold of her ass.
They stood there for what seemed forever just staring into each others eyes. His grey. Hers brown. She was the first one to break this frozen moment by getting hold of his tie and roughly pulling it so his lips would fall on hers. Her breasts were pushed against his still covered chest. Their tongues roamed around each others mouth for what seemed like hours. No words can ever describe the kisses they shared. Whether they were 2 seconds or 2 hours, their kisses were always increasing in passion. They looked like two lovers sharing one last kiss right before the world was ending.
Finally the girl pulled back a bit. She looked into his eyes and couldn't get enough of the hunger and craving she saw in them. "All for me," she thought happily. The man looked at his beautiful lover, student, prey; whatever you want to call her, once more before asking a final question before his full out attack. "Are you ready for your punishment, Ms. Hermione Granger?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."
Chapter 1: Punish Me
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, please don't hurt me!" the young girl shrieked, feigning horror. She was scantily clad in a Catholic-school-girl type get up with the green and black plaid skirt barely covering her butt, which at the moment was seated on a classroom desk. She wore white cotton ¾ length sleeved button-up shirt whose front part was tied in a knot, giving a peak of the girl's tanned and flat stomach. The first three buttons were left open, allowing one to see an incredible amount of cleavage. The thin material also let anyone see that there clearly wasn't any barrier between her breasts and the shirt. Her hair was loosely done in two braids, one on each side. She sensuously licked her lips, taking the time to wet each section, not missing a spot, and then pouted her lips. Her sparkling brown eyes slowly rose up to look at the man in front of her, trying look as innocent and scared as possible, but it was a difficult task considering the increasing heat she was feeling in the spot between her thighs.
The man, who was dressed in a white long sleeved button-up-shirt with a black tie around the collar, slowly walked closer towards the girl and surrounded her by firmly gripping each side of the desk. "I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, but this was the last straw. You've misbehaved one too many times this past week." He drew himself closer and closer until his face was only a half an inch away from hers. He softly whispered, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."
The girl looked down and started to play with her shirt's knot at the front. "Well, I have been pretty naughty these past few days," she admitted. She continued to slowly untie the knot while speaking. "I just can't help being a bad girl sometimes," she said and at that moment, finally undid the knot.
She noticed the eyes of her observer filled with desire and decided to tease him some more. One by one, and ever so slowly, she undid the few buttons left on the shirt covering her breasts. His silver-grey eyes followed her fingers down each button. His mouth was salivating just at the thought of what he'd get a view of in a few moments. Finally, her perfectly manicured fingers reached the last button, which she took the most time removing. After she'd finished unbuttoning, she slowly got out of her seat. She stood in front of the man for a second or two before walking up to the front of the room towards what looked like a teacher's desk. She made sure she swayed her hips enough so he got a few peaks of what was under her skirt. When she reached the teacher's desk, she turned herself around to look at the man whose forehead was forming beads of sweat out of anticipation. She picked herself up on the desk and crossed her legs over it. She leaned back a little while her arms were supporting her by holding on to the tabletop. This was the sight that would haunt him for the next few nights without her. Her long tan legs, one on top of the other, giving him a slight view of her underwear. His eyes moved up to her chest area. Her nipples were now barely covered by the open shirt. He looked at her angelic, well in the current situation, devilish is probably more suitable of a word, face and took in her big cinnamon colored eyes with a mischievous twinkle in them. His stance was broken when she softly bit her lip and asked, "So what are you waiting for?" The next part was spoken in a barely audible voice, but he heard it. "Punish me."
He wasn't able to handle it any longer. In just two long strides he reached the desk and quickly started to ravage the girl in front of him. He literally ripped the shirt off of her body and forcefully threw it onto the floor. His face was becoming a slight tinge of red, as if he were angry. He was an animal ready to devour its prey. His hands next went to the girl's barely-there skirt which he also tore to pieces. She could do nothing to stop him and she knew it. She loved it. His animalistic characteristics toned down a bit after seeing the color of her thong. "Green?" he asked slightly amused. "Sucking up to the teacher," she replied in a witty tone. His rage came back as he harshly picked her off the table easily with his strong arms. His hands were large enough to fully grab hold of her ass.
They stood there for what seemed forever just staring into each others eyes. His grey. Hers brown. She was the first one to break this frozen moment by getting hold of his tie and roughly pulling it so his lips would fall on hers. Her breasts were pushed against his still covered chest. Their tongues roamed around each others mouth for what seemed like hours. No words can ever describe the kisses they shared. Whether they were 2 seconds or 2 hours, their kisses were always increasing in passion. They looked like two lovers sharing one last kiss right before the world was ending.
Finally the girl pulled back a bit. She looked into his eyes and couldn't get enough of the hunger and craving she saw in them. "All for me," she thought happily. The man looked at his beautiful lover, student, prey; whatever you want to call her, once more before asking a final question before his full out attack. "Are you ready for your punishment, Ms. Hermione Granger?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."