The Best Kind of Punishment
Pinkslip401
Hermione sighed. 'Tut tut Ms. Granger, no daydreaming in class' she mentally scolded herself. She couldn't help but daydream; last night she had mind-blowing sex with Ronald Weasley. She was recounting every detail. They had finally admitted their feelings for each other the night before the final battle commenced. It had been seven weeks since. Last night was the first time they had really been "intimate". It started out as an argument over something stupid that she couldn't remember, and had ended up with them in bed. Not that Hermione didn't enjoy it or regret it, she just felt like she was off centre. 'Well I just did the dirty deed with my boyfriend, what should I expect' she thought, and she would have been all right if Ron hadn't kept pawing at her as if she was a bear. "So," whispered Ron," do you want to come with do that again after classes are finished?" Hermione knew she should decline, but he teenage hormones were getting in the way, "Sure" she replied in a sultry whisper. She could feel desire rolling off him in waves. "Meet me in the Room of Requirements at ten thirty tonight. She had him. He gulped and nodded. It was almost ten thirty and Ron was pissed off. Snape gave him a detention, and the twins had played an elaborate prank on him that mad a tiny Gollum with wings follow him around announcing his thoughts to the room he was in. He beat the Gollum apart after it announced a particularly dirty thought to the Common Room.
Ten thirty came and went. It was almost eleven before Snape let him
go. He ran like a bat out of hell trying to get to the Room of
Requirements before it was too late. When he entered the Room,
Hermione was there, dressed in a kinky leather corset and lacy
panties. In one hand she was holding a whip, which she cracked before
saying, "Mr. Weasley, you are late. You must be punished. ". It was
the best punishment he had ever received.
Hermione sighed. 'Tut tut Ms. Granger, no daydreaming in class' she mentally scolded herself. She couldn't help but daydream; last night she had mind-blowing sex with Ronald Weasley. She was recounting every detail. They had finally admitted their feelings for each other the night before the final battle commenced. It had been seven weeks since. Last night was the first time they had really been "intimate". It started out as an argument over something stupid that she couldn't remember, and had ended up with them in bed. Not that Hermione didn't enjoy it or regret it, she just felt like she was off centre. 'Well I just did the dirty deed with my boyfriend, what should I expect' she thought, and she would have been all right if Ron hadn't kept pawing at her as if she was a bear. "So," whispered Ron," do you want to come with do that again after classes are finished?" Hermione knew she should decline, but he teenage hormones were getting in the way, "Sure" she replied in a sultry whisper. She could feel desire rolling off him in waves. "Meet me in the Room of Requirements at ten thirty tonight. She had him. He gulped and nodded. It was almost ten thirty and Ron was pissed off. Snape gave him a detention, and the twins had played an elaborate prank on him that mad a tiny Gollum with wings follow him around announcing his thoughts to the room he was in. He beat the Gollum apart after it announced a particularly dirty thought to the Common Room.
Ten thirty came and went. It was almost eleven before Snape let him
go. He ran like a bat out of hell trying to get to the Room of
Requirements before it was too late. When he entered the Room,
Hermione was there, dressed in a kinky leather corset and lacy
panties. In one hand she was holding a whip, which she cracked before
saying, "Mr. Weasley, you are late. You must be punished. ". It was
the best punishment he had ever received.