Author's Note:
I am back! If you follow me on Facebook (Ghanima SeventySeven), you'll know that I've been dealing with some grief and depression lately. I'm working on feeling better and getting my writing back on track.
Another note, there is no sex in this chapter. There is a bit of buildup though, so I wanted to assure you that the next chapter is written and will be release next week. It will contain over 1,500 words of lemony goodness featuring a completely satisfied bushy haired witch and our favorite bespectacled wizard.
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Harry sat his lunch tray down across from Hermione's and plopped into his seat in the Ministry cafeteria. "I want to try something new," he stated firmly.
The witch looked up from the report she was reading, frowning. "Oh, I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't even think to ask if you wanted to eat somewhere else. And Audrey was just telling me about a new Indian restaurant she found. She said the samosas are delicious and the mali kofta was to die for," she responded.
"No, I'm not talking about food," Harry replied then stopped himself. He did love mali kofta. "Actually, that sounds amazing, let's go tomorrow," he declared. Then leaned in and whispered, "No, I was talking about trying something new in the bedroom."
The witch took out her wand and cast a privacy ward. "And what is it that you'd like to try?" she said with a grin.
"Uh, well, I thought I'd like to try…um…well, impact play," he finally said blushing slightly.
Hermione was game but was a little surprised that he wanted to try it so soon. "Sure," she answered. "We can try that if you want. I can teach you how to use floggers and paddles and such," she said.
"No, I actually would like you to try it on me first," he responded. "Is that possible? I-I want to know what it feels like first, before we go further."
"Sure, whatever you want. I haven't had a good ass to smack in a long while, and you, Mr. Potter, have the finest ass I've ever seen," she replied with a cheeky grin.
Harry laughed. "Good to hear. I was worried about that."
"Keep that attitude up and you'll definitely end up with a red backside," she warned.
"Oh, Miss Granger, I look forward to it," he replied.
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Hermione looked over her collection of paddles, crops and floggers arranged neatly on her dresser. After some internal debate, she had decided to purchase new ones, instead of using the ones she already had. It wasn't something she'd done with any other partner, but they had all seemed temporary. Harry though, Harry felt like forever.
She couldn't deny that it had been a bit fun to pick each one with the knowledge of who she'd be using them on. As she tested the weight and feel of each one, she also imagined the marks they would leave and the sounds they might elicit. It had been thrilling.
She'd spent a few days getting familiar with them. Learning which ones would need more force behind the swing and which ones would need gentle handling. She was incredibly excited about today's "demonstration".
Harry would be here soon. She tied her hair back and wore a pair of comfortable joggers that hung low on her hips and a tank top. She'd informed Harry that they would have a practice run where she would introduce him to the feel of each instrument. After they would have a rest, a snack and a discussion. And if all went well, they would explore further with an erotic scene.
She wanted to ease him into this.
She almost squealed with excitement when she heard her fireplace roar to life. Hermione entered her living room to find Harry. She threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly.
The wizard pulled back with a chuckle. "Well, you certainly seem happy to see me."
Hermione smiled brightly up at him. "I'm always happy when I see you," she replied.
Harry laughed again. "I know for a fact that isn't true, but I appreciate the sentiment. "
The witch rolled her eyes and drug him back to her bedroom.
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Harry sat patiently on Hermione's bed as she lectured him. They had already gone over safe words usage, implement types and basic safety. "So, it's important to remember that not everyone likes impact play, and that's ok. Some people do like it, and that's ok too. Any questions?" the witch concluded.
"Uh, no.," the wizard answer. "That uh…seemed to cover everything."
"Good," Hermione said. "Now, on to the practical."
Harry stood. "Should I take off everything?" he said as he went to unbutton his denims.
"That would be ideal. When you're done, lay face down on the bed . Use any pillows you want to get comfortable."
He did as he was ordered. He grabbed a pillow to rest his head on and wiggled his ass to show he was ready. That was rewarded with a swift smack to his rear.
"Ok, we're going to start light and work up. I'm not going to do too much now, so we can play again later," she explained. The wizard gave her a thumbs up without lifting his head.
Hermione studied the man's backside, letting her hand glide over it. Harry had always been lean, but years of Quidditch and auror training had also left him muscular. She gave him another smack, appreciating the slight jiggle it caused. She knew she'd get more movement in another position, but that was for later.
She picked up a wide circular paddle covered in black leather. "Remember not to tense," she warned as she lined up her strike.
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"Sooo…..," Hermione said as she set down a plate a biscuits on her kitchen table. "What did you think?"
Harry set down his mug of tea and frowned.
"That bad?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"No, it wasn't…bad. It was just…..not what I was expecting," he admitted. "It didn't hurt too much, but it….well….it just wasn't uh, arousing," he blurted out.
The witch laughed. "Sorry, Harry, I don't mean to laugh. I'm not surprised you weren't aroused. I wasn't trying to arouse you, and it's okay if it never does or if it's just not your thing. Remember, everyone is different," she reminded him. "Now, there are some that don't need anything more than physical pain to achieve arousal, but many, like myself, need a little more…..eroticism involved."
"I like how that sounds," the man said grinning.
Hermione chuckled. "We'll see," she said coyly. "Was there anything in particular that you did like or perhaps you didn't like," she asked.
"Uh…I kinda liked the paddles. It hurt, but was almost….warm?" he finished with a frown. "Does that make sense?"
The witch snatched a biscuit for herself before she answered, "Perfectly, I especially love paddles for warm up."
"Only that?" Harry asked.
"No," I like it for harder impact play as well. It's quite versatile, although, any tool can be in the right hands," she amended. "But with a paddle the force of it can literally move you bodily. It can be a heady thing," she concluded with a sign.
"Do you like the others too or mostly just paddles?"
"I like them all, but, I guess, it just depends on my mood and what I'm hoping to get out of it," she explained.
"Like what?" the man asked.
The witch finished her biscuit as she thought. "Well, sometimes I crave something rough and forceful, and a paddle can be great for that. Sometimes the bite of a crop is cathartic. And I don't know what it is, but I fall into an almost meditative or sub- space so much easier with a flogger. Of course, the individual attributes of each tool are important," she said.
"Of course," Harry said with an indulgent grin. The woman swatted him on the chest, and he laughed. "Hey, I'm not complaining. You're the best teacher I've ever had," he added as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Oh yeah?" the witch challenged pulling away from him.
"Yeah," he declared firmly.
"Well then, we had better get to the lesson," she said and finally allowed their lips to meet.
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Harry stood clad only in black silk boxers as he waited for his witch to finish changing. This seemed a bit more like an official "scene", as Hermione had called it, than anything else they'd done. He'd been fine after their talk earlier, but now he was beginning to worry that he wouldn't measure up. What if he didn't react the way she wanted or messed up somehow or embarrassed himself or …
"You're thinking entirely too hard, Harry," Hermione said as she exited the bathroom. The wizard's breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on her. She was a vision in black leather. The one piece lifted her breasts then crisscrossed her midsection with straps that merged at the bottom to form her knickers. She'd bound her hair in a high ponytail and completed the image with a set of knee-high, heeled boots. "Too much?" she asked.
"Fuck, no," the man responded, "you look gorgeous, Mione."
The witch smiled as she sidled up to him. "Mmmm. So do you," she said as she reached around him to grab his ass with both hands. "So, what had you thinking so hard," she asked.
"It was nothing," he answered. "Just nerves."
"It didn't look like it was just nerves to me," she replied. "Are you worried?" she asked gently. When he didn't answer, she added, "Come on, Harry. Remember what I told you? Trust is really important."
"I do trust you," Harry protested.
"I'm not saying that you don't, Harry. But I have to trust you too," she calmly explained.
"You don't trust me," he asked with a hurt look on his face.
"Of course, I trust you, Harry," she responded. "I trust you with my life, but I also need to be able to trust that you'll tell me if your uncomfortable or are overwhelmed or want to stop. Merlin, Harry, I love you. I don't want to actually hurt you. So, please, tell me what has you so concerned?" she tried again.
Harry took a deep breath. "I was just worried that I would somehow mess this up and I'd disappoint you," he said in a rush. "I know this is important to you, and I want to like what you like."
"Harry, you are what is important to me. All this other stuff is just for fun. I don't need it, but I do need you," she assured him. "Do you want to do something else tonight? If you're not sure –" she started.
"No, Mione," Harry interrupted. "I really do want this. Fuck, I've been thinking about this all week," when she still looked doubtful, he added, "Please, come on, I sat for the lecture, I made it through the practice. I even did homework for this."
He was pleased to see the amused look on her face and decided to take it a bit further. He sunk to his knees before her then reverently leaned down to kiss her boot. He looked back up at her and pleaded. "Please, Mione," he begged.
Hermione couldn't deny the heat that spread through her at the sight of the wizard kneeling before her. She gave him a sultry smile as she brought up one foot and rested the healed sole on his shoulder.
"Call me Mistress."
