Chapter 8
Culmination
WARNING: This chapter contains scenes with descriptive and emotionally charged physical violence. It is possible that some readers may be uncomfortable reading it at parts, or that some people with past trauma may find the scenes triggering.
The door latched shut and for several seconds the room was silent except for Elizabeth's heavy breathing. Fuck, she thought, that was a lot more difficult than I expected. She had spent the whole day, essentially eight straight hours, being teased by Michael and Harry. Oh yes, she'd been allowed to cum a few times, but right after it was always back to the teasing.
It wasn't exactly on purpose, that hadn't been the point of the day, it was merely a side effect of what her body was being used for. It didn't help that she got off so much on humiliation.
"Pet," Michael finally broke the silence. "What do you think?"
"It's difficult to think, Master," Elizabeth replied, still panting. She glanced up at him from where she was, kneeling at his feet, and saw him quirk his eyebrow. "I'm… very worked up." She finished.
"Seems Harry did a good job then," Michael said with a chuckle. "Tell me about it from your perspective, why you're so worked up."
Elizabeth paused, knowing that he would want her to be exact in her words.
"Being the… sex doll… that a teenage boy gets to work out all his questions, and curiosities, and ideas on… it was the most humiliating thing I've experienced in a long time, Master."
"I see," Michael said, nodding. "It makes sense why you're still so worked up then. When you get home, have Hermione deal with it for you."
"Yes Master," she agreed, dropping her gaze.
"Let's sit down on the bed," Michael suggested. "You can cool down a bit and we can discuss our thoughts on Harry's first experiences."
Elizabeth nodded and stood, walking into the bathroom to get herself a cup of water. Giving herself a long stretch, she glanced at herself in the mirror and smirked. She had an excellent figure for being 41, her tits were still pretty firm and her skin was still fairly even. They weren't quite as perky as her daughter's, but any middle-aged woman comparing her body to that of a teenager just coming into her female form was going to be disappointed on that front; it was a pointless comparison. Hair was disappointingly bushy and unmanageable unless she put in a great deal of effort, something Hermione had inherited.
Still, she had felt such an inner pride and joy at how entranced her body had made Harry. He had been completely captivated by her form, and had obviously found her very attractive and sexy. Michael and her usually stuck to each other, although there were times where they played with or involved others. She didn't need anyone's attention or approval except his, but it was still nice to feel desired and appreciated.
Her eyes glanced at the small bells still hanging from her nipples and she smirked again. Harry had found that particular aspect very appealing and amusing. It was one of the few things he had directly expressed appreciation for with words throughout the day.
Poor Hermione, Elizabeth thought. She has that fear of needles too. Harry's going to want hers pierced for sure. Elizabeth paused and thought about Hermione's tits for a moment. I guess I would also if it was up to me.
She set down her empty cup and went back out into the hotel room, sitting down next to Michael.
"Why don't you go first, Liz," Michael said softly. She glanced at him for a second. Whenever he called her by her name, it always meant that they needed to focus on what they were talking about before they could relax into their dynamic again. It was also his signal to her that the rules were suspended for a while. After so long together, enjoying each other's perversions and company, such subtleties were like neon signs.
"He's going to make Hermione very happy, Michael," Elizabeth said with a faint smile.
"You think he'll decide to go through with it?" Michael asked, intrigued.
"You didn't notice?" Elizabeth asked him surprised. "He decided tonight. Maybe I only noticed because he was looking at me." She paused. "By the end of the night though, even though he was looking at me, I don't think it's me he was seeing."
"And you think that Hermione and him will fit well?"
"I do," Elizabeth answered. "He was getting very good at the actual pleasuring part." She lowered her voice into a mutter. "Perhaps a little too good at the teasing…" She shifted slightly. "But while you were reading the paper Michael… that's when he really started to understand the control and humiliation and power exchange part. It was like…" She searched for the right words. "I could see in his expression that suddenly something Hermione told him made more sense. That he felt like he knew what to do then."
"That's interesting," Michael mused. "I suppose I was so focused on instruction that I was missing these parts." He thought for a moment back to the things they'd gone over that day. "He got very good at maintaining the right headspace, and how to act towards a sub that wanted to be controlled. He was getting good at the little things. It's honestly kind of amazing."
"You should tell him that, Michael," Elizabeth implored. "I think that today was a big boost for his confidence and nerves, but I don't get the impression that people congratulate him on a job well done very often."
"No," Michael said, "probably not."
Several seconds passed and Michael spoke up again.
"How does his style fit in with what you know of Hermione so far?"
"Honestly?" Elizabeth pondered her answer. "To go through this accelerated plan we had, I've been keeping Hermione horny all the time so that she's in the right mindspace all the time. She won't be quite as willing to spend all day sucking cock and stuff like that once training is done, not like she is now. But then, I don't think Harry will want that all the time either." Elizabeth giggled. "They are hormonal, horny teenagers though. That's why we're giving them a week to themselves.
"But still, if anything I think that when she's in the mindspace, she'll want more humiliation and degradation than Harry will want to give her at the moment. They'll have to work that part out on their own though. We're just giving them the tools, not making the relationship for them."
"And you think that's the only thing? Humiliation and degradation?"
"No," Elizabeth sighed. "I think Hermione has had years of thinking about this topic to fantasize and build up expectations. I think that however far Harry wants to go, Hermione is probably curious about just a little further. But as people? As partners? Yes, I think they're a very good style fit."
"That part will even out though after the first few days," Michael commented. "And once Hermione really explains to him what she wants, I think Harry will probably give it to her."
"What about protection?" Elizabeth asked.
"You mean contraception?" Michael said, confused.
"No," Elizabeth said. "I mean do you think Harry will be able to protect her. The whole reason we agreed to do this for Hermione was to help her find that safe place, that emotional refuge. Do you think Harry can do the nurture side of being a Dom? That isn't something we covered today."
"I do," Michael answered. "I'll be more sure as the week goes on, but at this point I'm fairly certain."
"Good," Elizabeth said, letting out a large breath. Then she gave a small snort. "Contraception." Elizabeth gave Michael a teasing smile. "In what universe do you think Hermione would need to be reminded to avoid getting pregnant at 15?"
Michael gaped for a second then let out a laugh.
"Obviously not this one," he agreed.
"Should we still do the punishment demonstration at the end of the week?" Elizabeth asked, a small grimace on her face. Being the model for that session was going to be decidedly less pleasant.
"Are you still willing to?" Michael countered. Elizabeth sighed, then gave him a resigned look.
"Master, in the 22 years we have been engaged in all of this, 16 of them married, I have not once refused you anything."
"Liz," Michael said, "you and I both know that's because of how we work together, but this isn't just me, and this isn't me giving you a punishment you earned. This is raw demonstration, and with another person. You know I wouldn't be at all disappointed if you refused. I have other ways to teach him."
"I want to do this, Master," Elizabeth replied with more force, a determination filling her features. "I'll be here that day. Make it hurt, let me cry, then do it all over again until your lesson is finished."
"Liz…" Michael croaked, his voice strained. "This… what you proposed is going to be very difficult, even for you. Eight hours of punishment… when you're not even trying to get over any kind of emotional guilt or baggage… I just don't feel good about it."
Elizabeth's faced morphed into one of concern.
"You know Master, you're allowed to have limits too…" she reminded him. "The Dom can safeword."
"I know, it's just… it's overwhelming when I'm reminded how much you trust me. It's not often that happens anymore, because it's all so routine now, but when it does it's powerful."
"Routine am I?" Elizabeth glared at him. She reached out and even after it had happened, it took Michael a few seconds to realize he'd just been slapped. He looked at Elizabeth absolutely astonished and saw she was wearing a pleased, impish grin. "There, now you have something to punish me for at the end of the week," she said sounding satisfied. "Maybe you forgot, Mike, but I am somewhat of a masochist too."
Michael could not recall the last time Elizabeth had struck him in any way. It definitely hadn't happened even once since Hermione was born. The pleased smile she had on her face told him that she wasn't angry though, she was teasing him. It had been a long, long time since he'd felt this kind of exhilaration and excitement, and that feeling was so powerful that it drowned out any anger or indignation he felt.
"Be here at 7," Michael said in a steely voice. "I need to prepare you for punishment before Harry joins us."
Elizabeth, who seemed to come back to herself, felt her eyes widen and her face heat up.
"Yes Master." She paused. "Master, I…" She trailed off, not sure what she wanted to say.
"You're sorry?" Michael supplied, amused now.
"Yes Master, I'm sorry."
"No slut, you're not yet," Michael said. She looked up at him, feeling almost like a teenager again when she saw the hungry and demanding expression on his face. "But you will be."
Fuck, Elizabeth thought, feeling the muscles in her pussy clench. She got up to leave. I need to get to Hermione fast.
Hermione was a nervous wreck. Mistress had left before Hermione had even woken up to go into the city and meet with Harry and her father. She hadn't told Hermione exactly what would be happening, but it had been pretty clear that her Mistress was going to be the teaching tool for Harry's 'hands on' training. Would it go well? Would this be what convinced Harry that being dominant wasn't for him? Would it be too awkward? Had Harry read the book she'd sent with him? If he read the book at least he'd be prepared, but what if he hadn't? Would her father have enough patience to teach him if Harry was starting from nothing?
The questions came… and came. There were no answers. There were no distractions either, which Hermione found endlessly vexing. She knew how to focus on her school work through any kind of distraction except worry for someone she cared about. Nothing had ever really been able to calm her down from that. Well, nothing except… what happened the other day.
When Mistress had made her eat Mistress' cunt for hours, it was like her mind had finally understood that it was okay to turn off sometimes. It had been such a wonderful feeling, a comforting feeling… a feeling she desperately wanted right now.
But Mistress isn't here, Hermione thought. No one who can use me is. I just… want it to stop. There's nothing I can do about any of these thoughts, so there's no point in dwelling on them.
Hermione had been thrown head-first into the deep end of all this, although she certainly knew what to expect going in, but this was the first time that she had had the chance to really miss it. She needed the order, and the comfort, and the simplicity of just being a slut. Of being used. Of being able to shed all other expectations and worries, and focus on being something that brought pleasure to someone else.
She had known that she wanted this, needed this, but now she knew something else: there was no going back. Mistress had even said something like that to her before it started. If Harry wasn't able to fulfill her needs, what would she do? She'd be a shell of a person without someone willing to participate, but if Harry couldn't… she feared she might make some bad choices. Would she ever reach the point of lowering her standards just to find someone?
Quiet! Hermione forced through her mind.
"Stupid slutty brain…" Hermione muttered under her breath, trying to focus on the parchment in front of her. She had actually gotten quite a lot of her work done today, despite her mind's current… handicap. She was in the middle of revising the last of her potions essays, when the familiar sound of the key in the door snapped her eyes up from the kitchen table.
She bolted towards the door and was bouncing in front of it when it opened.
"How's Harry?" Hermione spat out as soon as the door cracked, causing Elizabeth to flinch slightly as the sight of her daughter came into view. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and then she turned and glanced behind her, before looking back at Hermione with a smirk.
"Did you forget that I had you naked all day slut? Trying to give the neighborhood a nice show?" Hermione turned pale, then blushed, jumping out of view of the doorway and Elizabeth closed it behind her. "What if I'd brought a guest home with me, hmm?"
Hermione looked down, embarrassed and chastened.
"Did you get much homework done, slut?"
"Yes Mistress, most of it."
"Good, because for the rest of the evening…" Elizabeth leaned in towards her daughter's ears and dropped her voice to a whisper. "I'm going to use your mouth like the fucking slut you are."
Hermione turned rosy, but it was excitement that gave her color. This is what Hermione had been craving all day long.
"Yes Mistress."
"Follow me," Elizabeth said, walking towards the stairs and shedding clothes as she went. Hermione hurried after and by the time they got to Elizabeth's and Michael's room, they were both quite naked, and whether or not they both knew, quite wet.
Hermione watched as Elizabeth dug into a drawer and pulled out a small vibrator, tossing it to Hermione. The younger girl caught it with surprise, and watched her Mistress lay down on the bed and spread her legs.
"What are you doing over there?" Elizabeth said with some edge. "Get your mouth where it fucking belongs!"
Fuck, Elizabeth thought. I'm a lot more wound up than I realized.
Elizabeth hadn't meant to be quite that coarse with Hermione, but watching the girl as she almost stumbled over herself to get in position, it didn't seem Hermione minded too much.
We're both probably worked up too mu—FUCK!
Hermione hadn't waited for a moment, and as soon as her mouth was in range had started in on the task with enthusiasm.
"Christ, slut," Elizabeth muttered. "You're better at this than Harry is."
Hermione's first thought at hearing this, disappointingly when she thought about it later, was: I'm the best! But then she'd realized what her Mistress had said, and felt both her face and cunt heat up.
Hermione stopped mid-lick without even realizing it.
Harry… used his mouth on Mistress?!
"Don't stop, slut," Elizabeth warned. Hermione startled and got back to work. "You want to hear about Harry's day, slut? Is that what you're so anxious for?" Elizabeth couldn't help but tease the poor girl some.
Hermione merely moaned into Elizabeth's cunt, which sent unexpected and quite pleasurable vibrations through her.
"Mmmm…" Elizabeth moaned, letting out a relaxed sigh. "Here's the rules for tonight, slut. The vibrator is for you. Your mouth is for me. You may cum once for every time that I do, after I do, and you'll keep doing what you're doing until I tell you otherwise. While you do, I'll tell you all about Harry's day."
Elizabeth waited a few seconds, just enjoying the sensations, then heard the quite buzz of the vibrator being turned on.
"You really are better at it than him," Elizabeth commented. "Though I suppose you have more practice." An evil grin spread across Elizabeth's face as she looked down at her daughter, busy at work. "Maybe the two of you can find some girl you can both take turns on with your mouth at school."
Even with her face half buried, Elizabeth could still see the fierce blush spread across Hermione's cheeks. To her daughter's credit though, she didn't stop.
"Awww…" Elizabeth said in mock concern. "Does slut want a nice cunt to eat when she leaves Mistress? Is she going to miss being a little lezzie whore?"
She couldn't hear it, but Elizabeth could definitely feel the small groan that passed through Hermione's mouth.
The comments, and the question, were doing terrible things to Hermione. After her first experience pleasuring Mistress, she had concluded that at the very least she could find other women sexually attractive, but now… she knew it was deeper than that. She did want a cunt to eat while at school, even though she also wanted to be Harry'a.
"Mmm…" Elizabeth could feel herself getting close. "That's it slut, I'm almost there…" She panted softly, feeling the sensations flow outward, and the coil inside her beginning to tighten, but her daughter's efforts didn't falter at all. A few seconds later Elizabeth felt her legs start to shake gently and the coil inside snap, leaning her head back and basking in the waves of pleasure.
"Good girl," Elizabeth said with a pat on the head. Even then, Hermione continued. "Now…" Elizabeth took a deep breath. "Let me put your mind at ease slut. Harry? That apple of your eye? The boy you've been furiously fantasizing about?" Hermione's eyes shifted up to look at her Mistress, even as her mouth continued to work. "He is going to completely and utterly own you. You don't stand a chance." Elizabeth saw the desire burn inside Hermione's eyes as they stared up at her. "He is an absolute natural. You know what my name was all day for him? What he was calling me whenever he wanted to talk to me?"
Elizabeth paused then pushed her hips up slightly.
"Cunt. 'Shake your tits, cunt', 'open your mouth, cunt'… would you like that? Do you wish he was calling you those things?"
Elizabeth watched Hermione's eyes flutter slightly and knew a shiver had just gone down her spine.
"Oh, he will if you let him. I have no doubt in my mind, when this week is over, Harry is going to walk through that door and give you the choice to be his, or to be incomplete, and I don't think he'll even get to finish his offer before you accept once you see him." Elizabeth paused. "By the end of the day he was so confident. He had the headspace down very well, and he knew just how to control me, and humiliate me, and let me know that he could do whatever. He. Wanted."
Hermione groaned into Elizabeth's clit again, and she let out a hiss at the unexpected sensation. Hermione was staring at her Mistress with such intensity.
"Are you close, slut?" Elizabeth asked. Hermione… sort of nodded, at least the best she could without stopping. "Then let me help you finish your first one of the night. Early in the day, he gave me an order to 'use my hands'. I reached forward to grab his hard cock, as instructed. But he stopped me." Elizabeth smiled, seeing that Hermione was completely focused on what she was saying. "I was confused. He told me he meant me to use my hands on myself while he watched, but he wanted to know what had confused me." Elizabeth paused again, enjoying the blatant anticipation.
"I told him that I had expected him to want to fuck me, to see what it was like to put his cock inside a cunt. 'Isn't that what every teenage boy wants?' I thought." Hermione was giving Elizabeth a hungry look now. "You know what he said? He said that of course he wanted to do that, and he was certain he'd enjoy it. But then he gave me a serious look, pointed to his cock, and said 'But this'…" Elizabeth leaned in as close to Hermione's head as their position would allow and dropped her voice. "…'this is for Hermione'."
Elizabeth could hardly blame her daughter for stopping, because it was obvious that she had been pushed into an extremely powerful orgasm. Hermione's eyes rolled up, and her eyelids fluttered again, and she let out some incoherent, strangled noises into Elizabeth's cunt. The more experienced woman decided to allow Hermione a short while to collect herself before making her continue with her duties.
A few seconds later, and a gentle thrusting upwards from Elizabeth, Hermione was slowly getting back to work building the next moment of pure bliss for her Mistress.
"Harry was very nervous and anxious at the beginning," Elizabeth said softly. She watched as Hermione looked up at her lazily, her eyes half lidded. "But he was also curious and persistent. Once, I hesitated with him, and he punished me for it."
Elizabeth shuddered as suddenly Hermione tried to speak with her mouth still occupied.
Just like with me, that Pavlovian response is getting built.
"That's right, slut… Hesitation will be punished…" Elizabeth let out a short moan. "Your father showed Harry how to safely choke someone on me," Elizabeth mentioned, continuing her recounting of the day. "He was actually pretty good at it by the end of the day. Once he understood the point was more about restricting blood flow than blocking air, he got it."
Hermione's eyes got wide at this information. She hadn't been choked, and was unsure if she'd enjoy it, but… there had been nothing so far she hadn't enjoyed in some way.
"Harry practiced using his hands. Practiced finding the g-spot, different ways of playing with a clit…" Elizabeth glared at Hermione for a moment. "You have no fucking idea how much your Master teased me today, that's why it's your job to deal with it."
The statement had been more of a stream of thought than a calculated one, and though Hermione somehow didn't stop in her task, both of them stared at each other for a few moments. Harry… wasn't her Master. He hadn't actually agreed to that yet, and Hermione hadn't actually agreed to submit to him yet. Elizabeth was sure that both would happen, but still, it wasn't exactly okay for her to speak like it already had.
"Sorry slut," Elizabeth said, leaning back. "You know how it is when a slut's brain gets muddled."
Elizabeth just took deep breaths and enjoyed her daughters mouth for a minute or so, before looking back down between her legs.
"Something changed in him today," Elizabeth said quietly. Hermione, who had stopped looking up once Elizabeth had relaxed, locked eyes with her Mistress again. "At the beginning of the day, he was there for you. He wanted to do his best because he wanted to help you, and be there for you, and protect you." Elizabeth saw Hermione's eyes begin to water. "At the end of the day, those things were still there, but it was obvious that wasn't why he was learning any more. He was doing it for him. He was doing it because he wanted to do it."
Hermione looked back down at Mistress' stomach and felt a few tears of happiness and relief roll down her cheeks.
"We taught him different ways to control, discipline, and train a sub, mostly." Elizabeth paused, she was speaking in a tender voice now. "After he had finished learning my body, we mostly taught him and let him practice how to interact with a sub. He looked so happy doing it, and he definitely had talent."
Elizabeth moaned, feeling her next orgasm start to build.
"Mmmm… slut, we're not getting up for a while, so be prepared if I need to use the bathroom."
Harry woke up feeling fresh and energetic, almost lighter than air. It was like a bout of laughter was constantly waiting right behind his lips to escape, and every concern he had in the world was a trivial matter to deal with.
Getting ready quickly, Harry decided that he'd knock on Michael's door for a change, and a few moments later he was invited inside.
"Go ahead and sit, Harry," Michal said, indicated the chair. Harry took it and relaxed against the back, smiling. "I thought we could talk a bit about what happened yesterday now that you've been able to sleep on it."
"Sure, Michael," Harry said easily. "It was… brilliant. I can't wait to share something like that with Hermione. You know I really understand what you meant now? About what control is, and what the responsibility of a Dom is. Or I feel like I do, anyway."
"I think you're well on your way," Michael agreed. "Do you still feel uncomfortable with nudity?"
Harry shifted in the seat.
"Well… I mean a little, yeah. I'd be uncomfortable undressing right now, for instance, because I don't have a reason to. But… I feel much better about it in the proper context."
"Very good Harry," Michael said with a smile. "The last day we're in London I'm going to have Elizabeth come back for another bit of training."
"Like yesterday?" Harry asked. He winced as he realized how hopeful his tone had sounded.
"No," Michael said with a laugh. His smile faded and his expression became serious. "It will be about punishment. Different types of punishment, how to do them safely, and why they are done at all. That sort of thing."
"Why will Elizabeth be there then?" Harry asked confused.
"Because we will be using her to demonstrate the punishments."
"For… the whole day?" Harry asked, eyes wide.
"The morning and afternoon, yes." Michael paused. "I've already discussed it with Elizabeth, and it was her suggestion Harry."
Harry mused on that for a few moments before his mind switched to the thing he had been considering last night before bed.
"Michael, I'd like to go get something in Diagon Alley. Er… alone." Harry spoke in a very determined voice that surprised Michael, but he didn't ask any questions.
"I won't let you walk through London on your own, but I'll take you there after breakfast and wait at the entrance."
"Thank you, Michael."
Hermione shivered at the tickling sensation on her stomach as Mistress pulled back.
"There," the older woman said. "Now turn and face the mirror."
Hermione turned around and shivered for a quite different reason. Written in ink all over her body were words. Crude, vulgar, dirty words.
"Today's lesson is dirty talk, slut. For the rest of the day, every time you speak, you need to use at least one of these words. Do you understand?"
Hermione's eyes raked over her body, looking for a word she might be able to work into a confirmation.
"This slut understands, Mistress."
Elizabeth smiled and patted her on the head.
"Good girl. Keep in mind, the more words you can use, the better you're doing." Elizabeth gave her a smirk. "I don't remember you being lazy."
Hermione looked over the words available to her again and slowly formulated a response, wincing at how foreign it sounded.
"Fuck no… Mistress… this slut… prides itself on not being lazy… with her brain or cunt."
Elizabeth let out a short, sharp laugh and Hermione winced again.
"Good girl. That was well done. Now help your Mistress get these rooms cleaned up."
"Hey Michael?" Harry started.
"Yes Harry?"
They had been going over some examples of different kinds of fetish equipment, and it was reminding Harry of something he needed to ask the man.
"You remember the other day when I wanted to get something from Diagon Alley on my own?" Harry waited for Michael to nod before continuing. "Well… I was visiting some of the shops and even looked down Knockturn Alley a bit. I was looking for a collar for Hermione, like the one that Elizabeth wore. I wanted to see if there was a magic version of it."
Michael leaned forward, intrigued.
"Did you find one Harry?"
"Well, yes. I found a place that would deal in that sort of item in a tucked away corner of Diagon Alley. I had to place an order though, they only make them as they are purchased you see. But…" Harry trailed off. "The man that ran the shop didn't want to sell it to me because of my age. So to get him to place the order I told him it was for my Uncle."
"I see," Michael said, leaning back and thinking. "And I assume you would like me to pick it up in your place?"
"Yes, Michael. That would be helpful."
"So you plan on offering Hermione a collar then?"
"Er…" Harry faltered. Wasn't that… the point? "Yes Michael, I do."
A please smile spread over Michael's face.
"What sort of special properties does this collar have?" Michael asked curiously.
"Well it's only custom order, you see," Harry said. "So I got to pick the features myself. They're all controlled with runes on a small stone that comes with it, like a remote control."
"Runes? Would that… work with someone non-magical?" Michael had a gleam in his eye.
"Er… I don't see why not," Harry said. "All the magic is in the collar."
"And… someone like me could activate the runes?" Michael definitely looked interested now.
"I'm not sure, but Hermione would know. She takes Ancient Runes at Hogwarts."
Michael stood abruptly.
"Let's go Harry, we're going to have him double that order."
Michael was disappointed to learn that Muggles couldn't activate runes once they checked, but it turned out there was another option that was open to them.
Harry woke up more nervous than he had been the last few days. Today would involve learning about physical punishment, and as part of that, Elizabeth would be back. Harry had to admit, if he were honest to himself, that a part of him wanted a repeat of his first session with Elizabeth so that he could actually practice some of the things he had learned. But at the same time, there was that part of Harry that desperately wanted a lot of his first experiences in that area to be with Hermione.
All the same, today would be important, he knew that now. Punishment, as far as he had studied it this week, was a particularly tricky area of 'the lifestyle', because it really brushed up on some of the more complicated parts of consent. Harry knew now that some Doms would exact punishment regardless of consent, but that felt too close to abuse for Harry, particularly when it was physical punishment.
Making sure he was ready for the day, Harry examined himself in the mirror. He was wearing his 'Dom outfit' for the first time. A black turtle-neck shirt that hugged his features, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of comfortable dress shoes. It was simple, functional, allowed a lot of freedom of movement, and wouldn't hang or catch on anything. Harry didn't think that he really looked that different in the mirror, but he felt different when he wore this outfit. He felt powerful, and in control.
Michael had said that this was a common experience. A lot of Doms had outfits or tools that when used created a sense of peace and purpose that allowed the necessary confidence and control to spill forth. Regardless of whether or not he looked different, he knew that he had changed. Whether or not it was better or worse, Harry didn't feel that lingering self-doubt any more, or the shame that Michael had claimed came from being abused. The fact that he could even label the neglect he'd experienced abuse was something of a novelty for Harry. No, he had changed in an irrevocable way, and he only hoped that it wouldn't cause problems from him in the future.
Nodding to himself, Harry walked to his door and started down the hall. They hadn't discussed it the night before, but both Harry and Michael seemed to understand that on this, his last day of training, he wouldn't be summoned or retrieved. He would arrive on his own.
Harry took one deep breath before knocking on Michael's door. There was the sound of movement behind the door, the latch being turned, and then the door opened.
"Right on time, Harry," Michael said. For the first time Harry could remember, Michael had not greeted him with a smile, but instead wore a serious look on his face. "Come inside, the whore is ready for her punishment."
Whore. Harry had picked up a few things about Michael and Elizabeth during the week. They had names that they used to define the setting and the mood that they were in. When they were talking as just two people, Michael would call her Liz. When they were talking as Master and slave with affection, he could call her pet. When Michael wanted to humiliate her and turn her on, he would call her cunt. When they were engaging in some kind of mutual sexual activity he would use slut. But when he wanted to degrade her without making her feel aroused, he would use whore.
It was interesting really, and Harry wondered to himself if they did it consciously or if it was simply a habit they had built up over the years. Last night he had been thinking about it and wondered if he would have different names for different moods with Hermione.
Walking through the small hallway, Harry entered the room and his eyes immediately took Elizabeth in. She was tied down to the bed on her back, legs and arms each tied to one of the bed corners leaving her open from all angles. She wasn't wearing any nipple jewelry today, and the look on her face was rather somber.
Michael walked over to the bed and looked down at the helpless woman.
"I won't lie Harry… this isn't exactly going to be a pleasant lesson. I need you to understand a few things." Michael looked up and waited until Harry met his gaze. "Elizabeth didn't just agree to today's training, she demanded it. In fact, I expressed hesitation in doing so, because today is going to be quite painful for her. While I have no problems indulging her desire for physical pain from time to time, I knew that it was going to be somewhat difficult for me. So, she slapped me."
Harry gawked at Michael for a few moments before glancing at Elizabeth.
"Now as you can imagine, that is quite a breach of her rules. I think, in her own way, she wanted to make sure that I would take this seriously, and I also think it was an act of compassion… something to give me an excuse to not feel guilty." Michael paused. "However, her punishment today is going to be severe enough that I made sure the rooms on both sides of us are empty first.
"What I'm going to demonstrate today is a wide variety of punishments. You do not need to use them all. Many of the punishments that I'll use today are ones that we don't use often or at all. So if you see a punishment and feel like it's not right for you, don't feel like you must use it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Harry said uncomfortably. "Will I be… participating?"
Michael paused, almost as if he wasn't sure of the answer himself.
"At… certain points." Michael walked over to the desk and gestured at all the equipment laid out. "We'll go through these throughout the day. First, I'd like you to come over here and dip a finger in this bowl."
Harry walked over and looked into a metal bowl that appeared to have a glass dildo at the bottom and water inside. He dipped a finger in and pulled it out.
"It's fairly cold," Harry commented.
"Yes," Michael said nodding. "The first thing we will be doing is giving her tits 20 strikes with this." He picked up an alarmingly solid looking paddle. "That's 10 on each side."
Michael set the paddle down and reached his hand into the bowl, pulling back out with the dildo.
"My wife however is a masochist. That means she gets sexual pleasure from experiencing pain. As this is a punishment, she shouldn't be experiencing pleasure, so this will be going inside her. The dildo is fairly cold so it will reduce blood flow, which will prevent most of her arousal. The cold can also cause the muscles to tighten or cramp slightly." Michael paused. "If you ever want to put something cold inside a sub, use some kind of chilled glass, never ice. Putting a large amount of ice inside of a body cavity can drop a person's core body temperature extremely quickly. If you are especially careless with putting ice in someone they can go into hypothermia, shock, or even die. Never use ice except for outside the body."
Harry's eyes had grown wide as the man talked, and he gave Michael a curt nod to show that he understood.
"There are a lot of safety things to remember today Harry. When you are purposely causing pain to someone, but don't want to endanger them, you must be extremely careful to remain safe."
Michael walked over to Elizabeth, reached between her legs and roughly shoved the glass dildo into her cunt. Elizabeth cringed and whimpered slightly, her body moving as if trying to get away from the intruder. Harry thought part of her reaction was that Michael hadn't applied any lube or made sure to get Elizabeth wet before inserting the dildo. The only lubrication had been the drops of water still clinging to the surface, and water was a poor lubricator on skin.
"Hand me the paddle, please," Michael requested from the bed. Harry turned, picked up the paddle, and walked over handing it to Michael. The older man was standing next to the bed on Elizabeth's left, and he motioned for Harry to stand on her right. "I will deliver the first 10 strikes. She must count each one in order. If she messes up the count, the strike must be redone. Afterward, I will let you try if you feel up to it."
Harry just nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable. He knew, had been told several times, that Elizabeth was here by choice. But there was still something about this that was difficult for Harry to experience. He'd experienced his share of physical pain, but most of it had come at the hand of kids his own age, like his cousin. It hadn't usually contained this setting of authority mixed with it. Still, he couldn't help but feel some parallels to what was about to happen in front of him.
Harry watched Michael's face as the man seemed to collect himself and focus. The arm holding the paddle raised up… and then flew through the air with a speed that was alarming to Harry. It struck Elizabeth perfectly center on her left breast, and the sound it made was loud, meaty, and sharp.
"AAAAaaahhh!" Elizabeth screeched. Her face, which through almost any kind of activity had been able to maintain a neutral expression before, was twisted into obvious lines of anguish that transcended language. "ONE!" She managed to cry out.
Michael pulled back and came down again, just as hard.
"T-Two-o-o-o." Elizabeth's count had been marred by the fact that she was already openly sobbing. Harry found it difficult to watch as each blow was struck with methodical precision and force. Her skin became red and angry, then uneven in color. By the fifth strike she was flat out crying, barely able to control her breath enough to force out the numbers she was counting.
Even so, Michael kept a steady pace. He would pause long enough between strikes so that each one was a completely new experience, which Harry realized probably made each strike only worse. It was impressive how calculated the whole process was, but still Harry could not see a situation in which he would want to be quite this sadistic with Hermione.
But what if Hermione asks me to? Wants me to? Harry thought. Would I be able to?
Harry didn't know the answer to that question, and pushed it from his mind as he watched the last strike fall. Michael took several deep breaths, then looked up at Harry.
"I know that, perhaps, you may think differently of me now Harry. It's… corporal punishment of a sub is not something that someone outside the relationship usually watches a Dom do, because it is intensely personal. Even when both parties consent, such as cases like this, it is difficult to watch and believe that what is happening is something they agreed to." Michael looked down at Elizabeth. "Let's give the whore a few minutes to collect herself before we do the other 10 strikes."
Harry looked back down at Elizabeth and felt something tug at him. She looked like she was suffering greatly, her eyes were red and puffy, tears were flowing down her face and snot was running out of her nose. After a few seconds, Harry realized she was whispering something between sobs, and focusing was able to make out what she was saying.
"…*sniff*…I'm sorry…*sob*…I'm sorry…"
Harry recoiled, paused, then looked up at Michael with a glare.
"Mr. Granger," Harry started. Michael stiffened. Harry hadn't called him 'Mr. Granger' for the entire week, and both of them knew he had just done it on purpose. "Mercury."
Michael nodded, reached down, and took out the glass dildo. He didn't hesitate at all, he simply began removing Elizabeth from every restraint she was in. Less than a minute later Elizabeth was curled on the bed, her sobs becoming less pronounced. Michael reached out, and Elizabeth crawled into his arms, curling up on his lap and laying her head against his chest.
She was still whispering something, but it wasn't coming between sobs any more.
"…thank you…thank you…"
Harry was stunned. She was thanking him?
Michael just shook his head a bit and they all sat in silence while Elizabeth collected herself. After about three minutes, she finally spoke.
"Why am I out of the restraints Master?" Elizabeth asked in a hoarse voice.
"Harry safeworded, pet," Michael answered.
Elizabeth turned to look at Harry. Her face was a mess of tear streaks and red splotches. Her eyes and her cheeks were still puffy, and there were creases in her skin where she had been recently crying. But for all that, she was looking at Harry with sadness and… pity. She seemed to clutch Michael tighter, then looked back at him.
"See Master…" she said softly. "I told you that we had to do this lesson… what if his first time had been with Hermione when she was begging for something that neither of them understood?"
"You were right, pet," Michael said with a fond grin as he patted her head. "As you usually are."
"Master… can you get me a soda from the vending machine? I want… to talk to Young Master."
Michael looked up at Harry for a moment, then back down into Elizabeth's face.
"Of course pet, I'll be back in a few."
Elizabeth watched Michael leave then turned to Harry once the door had closed.
"Young Master, I—"
"Harry," he interrupted. "Please."
Elizabeth frowned.
"I'm sorry… after that experience… I'm just so far into the headspace." She took a deep breath. "Harry, I wanted to let you know that I'm proud of you." Harry looked at her confused and she continued. "You used the safeword when you needed the session to immediately stop. That's exactly what it's for. I hope you also see that Michael stopped immediately and untied me, even though you weren't participating in the scene." She looked at him earnestly. "Anyone present can safeword, Harry, and they don't have to justify it."
Elizabeth shivered slightly and looked down at her chest, frowning.
"Now they don't match…" she muttered, poking both of her breasts in turn. She looked up back at Harry and had, of all things, an annoyed look on her face. "Sorry… as you can imagine… my mind is a bit scattered after that." She took another deep breath. "A physical punishment is one of the most intense things you can experience as a sub or a Dom Harry. But I want to make it clear that I was able to continue."
"I'm sorry, I—"
"No," Elizabeth cut him off. "You don't ever have to apologize for using a safeword Harry. I'm not telling you I could continue in order to say you did something wrong. I'm telling you so that you understand I knew what I was getting into. This is also a part of many relationships in this lifestyle. Perhaps not this particular punishment, but punishments themselves.
"Michael was telling the truth when he said that I pushed him into giving this lesson. Do you know why, Harry?"
"Not really," Harry mumbled, frowning as he shrugged.
"Because we are placing our daughter's life, all her needs and desires and protection, in your hands for most of the year. You've come to her rescue so many times before." Elizabeth smiled. "And she's even come to yours a few times. But there will be a point where Hermione will want punishment. Where she will deserve punishment of some kind. If that day came, and you didn't know what to do… Harry, you have to understand that it's very easy to harm someone giving a punishment like this, and because of that it's very important to know what you're doing. Like with the ice that Michael was talking about."
"Oh," Harry replied. He wasn't sure exactly about all of this still. "But… why? Why can't I just tell her 'don't do that again' or something?"
"Because sometimes the physical pain acts like… hmmm… Harry, you know that feeling when you step into a warm shower and the water first washes over your body? Where you can feel the dirt and dust being washed away?"
"Yeah…" Harry said, unsure of where this was going.
"For some subs Harry, physical pain cleanses their messy emotions the same way that the first warm water of a shower cleanses the dirt off your skin. Even if the water in the shower is too hot, when it is over the feeling of being refreshed is always there. For me, the pain itself is sometimes difficult, but the feeling after is… refreshing. I choose to experience the pain Harry, because it helps me be myself better. It helps keep me running smoothly and evenly."
"How… er… how is that different from someone who self-harms?" Harry asked. He'd read about that in one of the books he'd picked up this week.
"Well, the most obvious difference is that you are letting someone else decide what is too far. When Michael punishes me, I can't make him go further than he wants to or is willing to. With the right partner that you trust, you keep each other from falling into pain that crosses the line. Another difference though is that none of these punishments represent a serious risk to my health when done right, and they won't leave any permanent marks."
Harry looked at her dubiously, his eyes falling to her left breast which now had small spots of purple on it. She smiled at him.
"The bruising will fade, Harry."
"So… you want to keep going?"
"I am willing to keep going. You're the one that used a safeword. So you're the one that decides if we continue."
Elizabeth crawled towards him on the bed.
"Now," she said. "I'm a little… twitchy. That was very intense, and I had to immediately focus my mind to explain all of this. But after a punishment like that, I very much need closeness and comfort. It's called aftercare, Harry." Her fingers twitched towards him, and her voice lost the even tone she had been using like it had been a jacket she'd just shrugged off, her words coming out almost as a whisper. "Will you please hold me Harry? I need to feel someone close right now."
Harry didn't know what to do or say except open his arms. She fell onto him, wrapping her own arms around him. He could feel her body shivering against him, and wasn't sure if he was supposed to do anything, so he just sat there, running his hands up and down her back bare until the door to the room opened and Michael returned.
Michael set the soda down on one of the nightstands and sat down on the bed. Elizabeth slowly let go of Harry and crawled over to Michael, who wrapped her up in his arms gently.
"How are you feeling, Harry?" Michael asked. "Did your conversation with Elizabeth help?"
"It did," Harry said, shifting a bit. "She explained a few things to me."
Harry and Michael sat in silence for several moments before the older man spoke up again.
"What's your favorite class, Harry?"
Harry was surprised by the question, it was so out place with the context of the room, but only hesitated a moment before answering. They continued like that for a while, having a simple conversation about Hogwarts, the things that Harry liked and disliked about his classes, and other topics that Harry found very easy to talk about. After a short while during their conversation, Elizabeth disentangled herself from Michael and grabbed the soda off the nightstand, sipping it as she listened in.
Harry understood what they were doing now. Michael was trying to put Harry at ease, though he was probably also interested in the topics they were discussing. They were avoiding mentioning anything about the training or what had happened because Harry had used the safeword. If they talked about it, Harry might feel pressured into discussing or engaging in an activity that he had asked them to end.
Feeling one of their conversation threads coming to an end, Harry decided to engage the topic for them.
"Thank you both… for everything," Harry said. "I think that… we should probably even that out, right?" Harry pointed to Elizabeth's chest. Neither of them replied for several seconds.
"Are you sure Harry?" Michael asked. "Even if you want to continue today's lesson, we can move on to something else."
"I'm sure," Harry said confidently. "Elizabeth said something that I've been thinking over, and she was right. I don't want to hurt Hermione later if I don't know what I'm doing just because I was feeling uncomfortable today."
"Do you want me to do the last 10 strikes Harry?"
"No," Harry answered. "I… I want to learn how to do this myself."
Harry stood with confidence, but his face betrayed a hesitancy that Elizabeth caught on to.
"Harry," she said, "I want you to understand something. Even if you go to far with me, and hurt me, I would still do it so long as you learn from it. I would much rather you hurt me by accident while learning than hurt my daughter because of inexperience or ignorance when neither of us are there." She looked at him seriously. "So even if Michael or I correct you, and tell you that you were doing something that isn't safe, I want you to know that's okay with me as the person experiencing it if you are taking these lessons to heart."
Harry nodded, unable to speak at the seriousness of her voice. Elizabeth looked at the bed and frowned.
"I'm getting over a bit of subdrop," Elizabeth said. "Do you think that I could spend about 10 minutes tied again before you continue?"
"Subdrop?" Harry repeated confused.
"Yes," Michael said, moving to tie up Elizabeth once more while he spoke. "It's… did Elizabeth explain how she experiences the pain during a scene like this?"
"Yes."
"Well," Michael continued, "when something intense like that happens, it triggers a response in the sympathetic nervous system. It dumps very large amounts of several chemicals into your nervous system and blood, like epinepherine, endorphins, and enkephalins."
"Master," Elizabeth said playfully. "He's not in a medical profession like we are."
"Oh," Michael said looking a bit put out, finishing the last restraint. "Right, sorry about that Harry." He looked at Harry chagrined and started over. "An intense experience like that causes your body to go into a state where lots of chemicals related to pleasure and pain flood your system. It has a similar effect to some very powerful drugs, like morphine. Have you heard of that before?"
"Er… no."
"Have you heard of heroin?"
"Yeah, that's one of the drugs Uncle Vernon has complained about before. He always made it sound like a terrifying drug that turned you into a zombie."
"Yes, well, your body can naturally produce many of the same effects of drugs like that," Michael explained. "They help reduce the pain and make it feel more pleasurable, among other things." Harry nodded indicating he was following along. "You can temporarily 'wear out' your body on the drugs though, like how your hand can get used to warm or cold water. When that happens a sub can experience a very sudden feeling of depression, or unwantedness, or shame, or guilt. Drinking lots of water before and after can help avoid that, but it's also good to have some simple sugar after something particularly intense. That's why Elizabeth asked me to get a soda. We may be dentists, but there are times when having something sugary is absolutely a good thing."
"I don't get what that means though," Harry said. "Like… how does that relate to any of this?"
"It's why Elizabeth wanted to be held so much," Michael said. "It helped her feel wanted and safe while she rode out the subdrop. It does, however, sometimes make it so that someone, even an extremely submissive person, can have trouble feeling submissive for a short time."
Harry understood now. Helping set a tone and mindset to assist a sub in feeling submissive was one of the things they had covered the first time Elizabeth had assisted with his training. The idea of subdrop was somewhat troubling to Harry though, and he decided he would have to make sure to engage in aftercare wherever possible.
"I suppose," Harry said, moving into position next to Elizabeth, "that we'll just have to remind the little whore what she's for."
Michael barked out a laugh and Elizabeth blushed. Harry had certainly gotten a grasp of how to manage headspace correctly. Harry held out his hand to Michael and the older man handed him the paddle. Harry held it up, making sure it was in Elizabeth's view, then laid it down on her taught stomach. She twitched at the feeling of the contact and looked up at him, fire starting to burn in her eyes again.
"She's being punished for slapping you?" Harry confirmed. Michael nodded.
Harry thought for a few moments about how to make sure Elizabeth was in the right mental space before taking a course of action. Moving quickly, his hand snaked out and he shoved a finger inside her cunt, causing her to gasp in surprise. Pulling out his now wet finger, he reached up and wiped it off just under Elizabeth's nose.
"What do you smell?" Harry asked evenly.
"Cunt, Young Master," she replied.
"And what are you?"
"A cunt, Young Master."
Harry nodded and picked up the paddle, holding it in his right hand. He looked up at Michael.
"How hard should I hit? I don't really have a reference point for this and my own strength."
"For the first hit," Michael said, "go the hardest that you personally feel comfortable with. I'll let you know after if you can go harder or need to dial it back."
Harry bobbed his head in understanding and stared at the paddle again, spinning it in his hand slowly. He looked past the paddle and saw Elizabeth staring at him intensely.
"Eyes forward, whore."
Elizabeth's eyes widened before they snapped to her front.
The hardest hit I feel comfortable with…
Harry pulled back and brought the paddle down on Elizabeth's unblemished breast. A loud smacking sound resounded through the room, but Elizabeth's face barely seemed to flinch at all.
"One," she said in… was that a bored tone!?
"You can go much harder than that, Harry," Michael told him.
Harry heard the man, but he was more focused on the feeling he was experiencing. He had been in this Dom headspace before, but this was the first time he'd felt angry while in the headspace. It didn't feel like petty or personal anger, more like righteous anger, like there was something incorrect about the world that he absolutely could not allow to continue.
I'll give you bored, he thought, raising the paddle again.
He brought it down nearly as hard as he could, and this time Elizabeth's head jerked backwards in obvious pain.
"TWO!" she shouted after a few moments.
"That was good Harry. That may be a bit hard for someone who isn't a masochist like whore here, but I wouldn't go much harder than that with anyone until you have more experience."
Harry nodded and brought the paddle down with force again. With each strike he began to appreciate the feelings that must have been going through Michael. There was a deliriously enticing feeling of raw power that frightened him somewhat, but there was also a tension of knowing the responsibility you had to ensure the sub's safety at all times. That tension over being asked by your sub's desires to willingly approach the line you were responsible for protecting them from was thrilling and terrifying.
But he also came to understand the ritual and order of what was happening. He thought what Elizabeth had told him about washing emotions clean made more sense now that he was participating directly. With every strike his righteous feeling of anger diminished. He could understand now how this activity would be used and enjoyed by some people. For the Dom, after administering something like this he couldn't imagine being unwilling to forgive the other person for a transgression. For the sub, he could see how the pain might bring absolution. He had felt the feeling before of being verbally forgiven but having the guilt linger behind.
The punishment helped the Dom forgive and teach the sub, he realized, but it also helped the sub forgive themselves.
After delivering the tenth strike, Harry came out of his focus and looked at Elizabeth. She was crying again, though not quite as hard as before. When had she started crying? How had he not noticed?
He looked up at Michael, wondering what the man would see in him now that their positions were reversed. There was a certain hardness to his eyes, but otherwise Michael appeared to be proud.
"Good job, Harry."
"Should we untie her? Does she need more aftercare?"
"Not right now," Michael answered. "She needed it before because untying her brought her out of the headspace before all those chemicals had cleaned out. Besides we have plenty of other punishments to demonstrate today."
Harry frowned at Michael's statement. By using the safeword when he had, he'd actually increased her suffering? But that was the nature of a safeword, someone needed things to end right that moment. They had both been adamant that apologies and excuses for using a safeword were unnecessary, but Harry realized that all actions could have positive or negative consequences, no matter how well intentioned or necessary.
They spent the day going through many types of punishment together, taking breaks every so often for aftercare and to recover. Many of the example punishments that were demonstrated didn't involve pain and were focused more on the mental aspect of punishment, though Harry couldn't help but be amused when Michael had Elizabeth write lines.
Some had been frightening in different ways, such as when Michael had demonstrated sensory deprivation using a blindfold and earplugs. Others happened over longer periods of time, like keeping her horny but not allowing her to cum.
After a long and exhausting day of punishment, all three of them were tired. As everything seemed to be winding down, Michael spoke.
"Harry, I have one more thing about punishment that I want to demonstrate for you."
Harry nodded and Elizabeth perked up. She was kneeling a short distance away from them and from the expression on her face she didn't know where Michael was going with this. Michael seemed to take several deep breaths, as if working himself up for something.
"Whore. Heel."
Elizabeth crawled forward quickly and got into position three at Michael's feet. Harry was curious where this was going and was surprised when Michael swung his hand and slapped her across the face hard enough that she fell over. She clearly hadn't been expecting the strike, but even so she recovered quickly and got back into position, making her body even more straight and controlled.
Michael slapped her again and this time she laid there for a few seconds, looking confused and scared. Harry was confused too. What was Michael doing exactly? He wasn't saying anything, he was just watching Elizabeth. After several quick breaths and a glance around, Elizabeth bowed in front of him, like she was kneeling for a deity. Michael reached down, pulled her up by her hair, and slapped her again.
Harry frowned. Elizabeth definitely looked scared now, and he could see that tears were running down her face. To his shock, he realized that she looked more emotionally broken now than she had during any of the other, much more painful punishments.
"Michael, what are you doing?"
"I'm punishing her for not doing what I want," Michael answered evenly, slapping her again. This time she just stayed on the ground and curled up sobbing.
"Michael!" Harry shouted, moving forward and grabbing the man. "You're not explaining what she's doing wrong!"
Michael looked at Harry, then nodded.
"That's the lesson Harry," Michael said sadly. "Look at Elizabeth right now." Harry glanced at her, taking in just how broken she was at that moment. "You just watched her get punished and tortured for nearly eight straight hours, and for the most part she took that in stride. I just did this to her with nothing but four medium strength slaps." Harry looked back at Michael. "Do not ever do what you just saw me do with anyone, Harry. If you do not explain what is expected, you never have the right to punish her. When you punish without explaining what is expected or what was done wrong, not only is it abuse, but you're violating her ability to consent to the activity. You must always clearly explain what you expect and why, and during a punishment you must always explain the behavior that is expected or the purpose of the punishment. Do you understand?"
Harry was unsettled, but nodded. Michael let out a long sigh.
"Go ahead and take the rest of the day for yourself, Harry. What Elizabeth just experienced was more painful that anything else that happened today. She's a sub who was being punished and didn't understand what she was doing wrong or how she was disappointing me. I need some alone time with my wife now to comfort her and apologize."
Harry looked between them before nodding and leaving the room. As he was leaving, he took one last look at Michael's face and for the first time saw the older mans features with a pained expression that held deep sorrow, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Author's Note: This is a very intense chapter in some ways. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.
Next chapter though we will see Harry and Hermione reunited. Finally!
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