Today was the day that Harry would meet with Steppins, Pansy, Mister Fanshawe, and the bankers to conclude the purchase of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions and enter into a partnership with Pansy Parkinson, who would be the operating partner. Leaving Grimmauld Place he walked about half an hour to Chancey Lane where Steppins maintained offices and where the meeting would be held. It was a fine summer day in London with just a light mist of rain. Hermione had taught Harry the charm that would keep him dry in the rain and he walked the distance without getting wet.
Mister Fanshawe and Pansy had traveled together and were already seated at the meeting table when Harry was ushered into the room. A stenographer was seated at the ready, a normal procedure for shareholder meetings. A few minutes later Steppins guided the bankers into the room. After a round of introductions the administrative assistant took their orders for tea and then they were ready to begin.
"Lady and Gentleman," Steppins began (Pansy smirked. Lady?). "We are gathered here in the matter of the purchase and transference of ownership, inclusive of all rights accorded thereof, of the business entity legally titled as Fanshawe's Men's Fashions, hereafter referred to as the business, from the current sole and whole owner Mister Bertram Fanshawe to an equal business partnership formed between Mister Harry James Potter and Miss Pansy Parkinson. With that purpose hereby declared I now call this meeting to order and we shall proceed to business." Rapping a small gavel he began.
"Let the record show that the following individuals are here in attendance:"
Mister Bertam Fanshawe, current owner of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions
Mister Harry James Potter, offering to purchase Fanshawe's Men's Fashions
Miss Pansy Parkinson, offering to purchase Fanshawe's Men's Fashions
Mister Charles Augustus Steppins, solicitor representing the parties
Angus McAllister, for the purchaser's bank, that being the East End Bank of London
Rupert Bingham, for the seller's bank, that being Barclay's Bank
"Having performed our due diligence our firm has conducted a through search of outstanding debt and liens against the business and, having found neither liens nor outstanding debt, we present to Mister Fanshawe this indemnification holding the purchasers harmless should any undiscovered obligations, or legal liabilities, surface in future. All parties shall sign."
Mister Fanshawe accepted three copies of the document and signed them, passed them to Harry and Pansy who signed them, and returning it to Steppins he duly notarized them, distributing one to Harry, one to Mister Fanshawe, and retaining one for the records.
"Furthermore, I have prepared a document whereby the current owner confers all rights to business practices, trademarks, copyrights, and business rights to the purchasers and relinquishes all rights and assignments forthwith."
These documents followed in due order as the first set.
"Also, I have here a document that establishes a legally binding partnership between Mister Harry James Potter and Miss Pansy Parkinson for the purposes of conducting business together, inclusive of the purchase of the legal entity Fanshawe's Men's Fashions."
These documents went only to Harry, Pansy and Steppins.
"Finally, we present to the parties the Bill of Sale along with a cheque for the full amount agreed to in our negotiations for the transfer of all assets, rights, and assignments of Fanshawe's Men's Fashions to the new owners."
Extending his hand to Angus McAllister, who handed him a bank draught, he presented the bill of sale and cheque to Mister Fanshawe who spent a few minutes examining them all in detail and finally endorsed the bill of sales and the cheque. Harry and Pansy endorsed the bill of sales, Steppins notarized the documents and distributed them, five copies for each of the parties and the bankers, and submitted the cheque to the banker from Barclay's who immediately stamped the back and countersigned. Fanshawe now relinquished the spare set of keys to the shop to Harry.
"Lady and gentlemen," Steppins called (Pansy smirked again and almost giggled out loud), "that concludes our business today. I move that this meeting be adjourned."
Mister Fanshawe responded, "Second."
"All in favor say aye." They all responded thus. "Those against?" There was no response. "The motion carries and our business is thus concluded. Congratulations."
There were handshakes all around. The stenographer and the bankers packed up and left while Harry and Pansy exchanged pleasantries with Mister Fanshawe. They discovered that he was moving to Portugal where he had made an offer on a quaint little villa overlooking the sea. They wished him well and reminded him that he was welcome to come back at any time.
Walking out together Pansy pulled Harry aside and had something to tell him. "Harry, our first business decision shall be to hire an assistant sales associate. With Mister Fanshawe gone I will need to train with our bookkeeper how to keep our accounts on the computer and I will need to meet with the various salespeople who sell us the merchandise we stock. I also need to keep up with fashion trends, although our clients are pretty set in their ways but, still, it will be part of my responsibility to keep up with trends."
"Of course, Pansy, whatever you think best. But won't it be impossible to find just the right sales associate who has your touch with the clients."
"Well, Harry, I've been working with someone that I think you will approve of. She's going to be just as good with our clients as I am, and maybe better."
Harry stopped, turned to her, and looked into her eyes. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Stop by today at closing and we can all go together to grab a quick bite at the tea shop in the arcade. I'm sure you'll approve. And, if you do approve, we can give you a very personal demonstration of her talents. Now, I must rush to the shop and open up." With that she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and gave him a deep kiss that raised the standard up his flagpole. "Later, Harry."
While walking home, and not far from Grimmauld place, someone came up behind Harry and grabbed his ass from behind, then reached between his legs and tried to grab his balls. Arching his back, jumping forward, and swinging his left hand behind him he caught the wrist of his assailant. Turning and lifting the assailant's arm he came face to face with Hannah Abbott. She tilted her head back and kissed him. "Curse it Harry, I almost got them too."
"Hannah, you little slut. What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing really; just having some fun. Hey, Harry, I need your help with something."
"And what would that be?"
Reaching into her pocket she extracted a vial and held it up for Harry to see. Inside was a swirling rainbow of colors arrayed in what appeared to be fine silken threads constantly moving and stirring in the bottle. "It's a new potion. I've been working on it since my second year. I think I finally got it right but I need to test it with someone to be sure."
Harry appreciated the skill of the Abbotts in potion brewing but he still needed to ask, "What's it going to do to me?"
"I said I needed to test it with someone, not on someone. It's for me, not you. If it works properly it will do several things. Using the eye dropper you need to put a single drop on the back of my tongue. In a few moments I will start salivating more heavily. Also, my throat will relax and open up. My involuntary bilateral pharyngeal contractions will be suppressed. Finally, a protective shield will coat my throat to protect it from bruising. As a bonus I've added a very small amount of sensitivity enhancer for your benefit. A single drop should last no more than a few minutes but that should be enough."
Harry was being a little thick today. "Involuntary bi what? How is this useful, Hannah?"
"Really, Harry! Do I need to draw you a picture? My gag reflex Harry. If it works it's going to enable me to swallow your cock so far down my throat I'll be able to lick your balls and the sensitivity enhancer will excite your meaty pole just enough to make you want to cum. Doesn't that sound like fun? I need your help because your cock is so thick that, if I can swallow you, I can certainly swallow my other fuck buddies. Come on; we're not far from your place. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and started to pull him along.
"Fuck buddies? How many 'fuck buddies' do you have?"
"Really, Harry! Are you going to pretend that I'm the only slut you've fucked recently. Word gets around you know, especially when you're so well equipped. You leave a strong impression with your fuck buddies. Some of them talk. So don't try to slut shame me. You're more of a slut than I am."
He was caught. "You're right, Hannah. I apologize. That wasn't right of me. Just tell me, anyone I know?"
"Yes, but we can talk about it later. Come on, isn't your place just around the corner?"
"OK, but if I agree to help you, you need to pay your respects first to the Mistress of the house. Kreacher has been a lot easier to live with since your last visit and he'll be proud to present you to the formidable lady again."
"Sure, Harry. Anything you say."
Entering Grimmauld Place, Harry called, "Kreacher." A moment later the elf popped before them. "Kreacher, would you please present Miss Abbott to your Mistress so she can pay her proper respect?"
"Harry thought he detected the slightest smile as the elf bowed. "Miss Abbott, welcome to the ancient and noble house of Black. Please come this way."
"You can find me upstairs in my bedroom when you're finished." With that Hannah was led away and Harry bounded upstairs. Not knowing how long she was going to be he began to put his room in order. In the process he found an unopened piece of fan mail under his desk. Pulling the desk chair out into the room he went under the desk and retrieved it. Then, seating himself in the chair, he opened it and looked over the note. It was a very brief missive.
I've been a very, very naughty girl, Daddy. My Daddy needs to teach me a lesson.
It really was Harry's day for being thick but the photo underneath told the story. A red‑haired witch, heavily freckled, was stretched face down across a man's lap. Her long hair hung to the floor and her boobs swayed obscenely under her. She was being spanked and tears were streaming down her face as a paddle was applied over and over to her prominent rear end. Her mouth opened in an obvious scream following each smack. First one cheek and then the other, the paddle came down swiftly and deliberately. He was so captured by the scene, and he had such an erectiion, that he didn't notice that Hannah had entered the room.
"Fucking Morgana queen, that's so hot! Fuck! It's making me wet!" She took the photo out of Harry's hand and held it up for closer examination. "Wow, Harry! Is all your fan mail like this. I never… I mean I could not imagine. Oh, Fuck I'm horny now."
Harry may have been thick earlier today, but he wasn't being thick now. He grabbed Hannah by her waistband and ripped her pants open, buttons flew across the room. He yanked the pants down to her knees and then pulled her roughly across his lap. Hannah screamed. Caressing her panty clad bottom with his open hand he admonished her.
"Have you been a naughty little girl?"
"Oh, yes."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Oh, yes Daddy."
"Tell Daddy," he commanded and began to sneak his hand under the panties to caress her bare bottom.
"Your little girl grabbed and man's ass in the middle of a public street, Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy. I won't do it again. I promise to be good for Daddy."
"Was that all? Don't lie to your Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy. That was all."
Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on one panty covered cheek, then the other. The thin material was a little protection but not much.
"Owww! Owww! Don't Daddy. Please stop."
"Tell Daddy the truth. Don't lie."
"Daddy will think his little girl is a dirty little whore. Please Daddy, I was very naughty. I'm ashamed."
This time Harry gave her four hard smacks, two on each cheek, then returned to caressing the firm globes. There was a subtle warmth rising from them.
"Owwww! Owwww! Owwww! Owwww! Please Daddy."
"Daddy is losing patience, now. You are making your Daddy very angry. Tell Daddy everything, now!'" Two more smacks, harder than before.
"Daddy, I grabbed his ass and then tried to grab his balls, but he caught me. Please, please, please, Daddy. I'll be good. Please."
"First, you were a dirty little street slut when you grabbed that innocent man. That earns you ten spanks. Second, you lied to Daddy and wouldn't tell him the whole truth. That earns you another ten spanks. Third," and at this he pulled the thin strip of material covering her pussy aside and dipped a finger in to check it, "you're dripping wet like a shameless little street slut who is turned on by telling her Daddy how she degraded herself. That's another ten spanks."
"Please Daddy, I won't be able to sit for a week. Please, I'll do anything. You're a good Daddy and I'm a skanky little slut but I can make Daddy feel so good. Just be nice to your little girl. I promise to make you feel good. You know I can."
He grabbed the waistband of her panties and peeled them over her ass and down her legs to join her pants bunched at her knees. She was helpless becuase he had one or her arms in a hammer lock behind; she could barely squirm.
"You are going to count each spank. Do you understand? You are going to count out loud and then say, 'Thank you Daddy.'" Hannah sobbed but nodded her head.
SMACK "One, thank you Daddy." SMACK "Two, thank you Daddy."
"If you lose the count we will start over at the beginning." He spanked her slowly, sometimes swinging his hand to make her jump in anticipation but not impacting her. She never knew when he would strike or when he was faking it. She was an anxious, jumpy, mess. After every few spanks he reached down to her exposed pussy and fingered her soaking wet lips and circled the hood over her pleasure button. He could feel how hard she was under the soft skin hooding the little nubbin. To his surprise, he was enjoying this immensely and his dick was hard as steel. She was pressed up against him and could feel it too. The beating continued.
SMACK "Nineteen, thank you Daddy." SMACK "Twenty, thank you Daddy." She was barely able to get the words out between deep sobs coming from deep down in her diaphragm. Tears were flooding her eyes and pouring down her cheeks. Those sexy orbs of her ass were now an angry red and her fuck juices were running down the inside of her thighs almost as profusely as her tears down her face.
"Daddy is going to show mercy, little slut. If you deep throat Daddy like the precious little fuck toy that you are and swallow all my cum he will forgive the final ten spanks. First, tell me you are a shameless little skank and just want to have Daddy fuck her throat like the nasty little fuck toy that you are."
"Please, Daddy, I'm a dirty, nasty little skank and I want to be your fuck toy. Fuck my throat. I want to swallow your cum and make Daddy happy."
He let her go and she stood up. Stepping out of her pants she extracted the new potion from her pocket and handed it to Harry. She knelt before him, opened her mouth wide, tipped back her head, and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. He carefully placed a single drop on the back of her tongue. As soon as he replaced the eyedropper she was tearing at his pants and tried to pull them down. Lifting himself off the seat she got them the rest of the way down and then went for his underpants. Once she had those down she grabbed for his unyielding joy stick.
"Take them all the way off first."
Working his pants off over his feet Harry was then able to scoot forward on the chair so his sack hanging off the edge and his legs could spread wide. She fondled his sack and balls lovingly.
"Now I've got them," she said between sobs. "Missed them before." Wasting no more time she put his fat dick into her mouth and began to bob. It only took two bobs and his cock slid straight down her throat and, just as she predicted, she tickled his balls with her tongue while her nose was pressed tight against his public bone. She got into a rhythm, four deep throats then she came up for air. The sensitivity ingredient did indeed work and his cock felt amazing sliding in and out of her warm wet throat. There was almost too much saliva and she sometimes had to cough a little to clear her lungs when she came up for air. But then she went at it again. Two minutes went by, then three. Soon, her throat began to tighten up again. The potion had lasted a little over three minutes as she expected it to but now it was wearing off.
Harry pulled her off his dick and stood up. Pulling the chair away he commanded her, "Doggy now, my little fuck toy." She immediately complied and he got behind her. His need was great and he plunged into her roughly and began to fuck her fast and hard, smacking his pelvis into her angry red ass evoking cries from her with each thrust. The sharp sting that he caused every time he bumped her ass was fueling her arousal to greater heights. The heat from her behind seemed to radiate through to her pussy and she was feeling his hammering cock in ways she had never known. In this position he was bumping her womb, send spikes of orgasmic bliss up her spine with each strike. Her cunt was flooded and she could feel every vein in his shaft and his cock head as it snaked up and down her hot tunnel making waves of joy.
He could feel her cunt contract and she began to cum. Grasping her hair he pulled her head back and drove into her, pulling on her hair like the reins of a horse. Fuck that was hot. First time spanking and first time having her hair pulled. He was dominating her and she loved it. She was wailing and moaning continuously now and she seemed to be cumming over and over like waves thundering onto a shore, over and over and over again. Finally he came too and filled her cunt with spunk, thick and hot. Hannah had never much noticed how hot a man's cum was until now and how it flooded into every corner spreading a unique feeling of ecstasy throughout her core.
When he stopped she was still crying. Helping her up they lay down on the bed together. He was about to ask if he had been too rough or if he had hurt her when she volunteered in a whisper, "That was absolutely the best ever. Fuck Harry. It was so good. So good."
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I got carried away. When you played the naughty little brat it triggered something inside of me and I just got lost in it. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You can spank me and dominate me like that anytime you feel like it, Daddy. Just, maybe, twenty hard spanks like that are maybe a little too much. I can't imagine how bruised I would be if you used a paddle. Fuck, Harry, once you get me going like that you drive a need in me I didn't know existed. You're a powerful wizard, Harry, and an unequaled fucking beast."
Changing the subject, he asked, "Was the potion a success?"
"Yes. Very much a success. I think the balance is just right. Potions can be made with great precision to act in a very specific way, unlike wand work which is often crude and uncontrollable. The best charms master could not achieve the precise local effect that a well‑crafted potion can achieve. They can also be crafted for a precisely timed effect. You're already aware of this. I think this is just the right balance. If I miscalculated at all, I miscalculated about you."
"Me? What do you mean?"
"I'm sure had I buried into my throat the cock of any one of my fuck buddies I'd have gotten them off and had them shooting their cum down my throat in under three minutes."
"Yes, that reminds me. Who are these fuck buddies of yours?"
"Should I tell you?"
"Should I spank you until you tell me?"
She turned to face him. "I believe you're serious. Are you?"
"You decide."
"One of them is Dennis Creevey."
Harry was a little startled. "Dennis Creevey? The fourth year Gryffindor?"
"Yes, that one and he's a rising fifth year, I'd like to remind you. He's terrific, I'll have you know. He may seem a little boyish but he isn't a boy where it counts. His prick is full sized yummy, although he's not in your league. Best of all he's just the most enthusiastic and willing little fuck buddy you can possibly imagine. Anything I ask him to do he does with enthusiasm. He licked me through multiple orgasms for half an hour once. And when he fucks me he fucks like a horny little hamster. Can't slow him down but that's just fine with me. Fucking Merlin he loves to have his dick sucked and he'll stay hard for ten to fifteen minutes after he cums and recovers, and the recovery does not take very long. I'd rate him a solid 6.5 out of 10 and would probably give him a solid 7 if I didn't need to share him with Luna."
Harry was learning more than he bargained for but, as she had pointed out earlier, it wasn't his place to judge. He was just as much a slut as any of the witches he was fucking. "The others?"
"There's also Nigel Wolpert."
"Another fourth year? You have a thing for young Gryffindors?"
"Rising fifth year, Harry. And so what if I do? Nigel is, how can I say this, a work in progress. I'm teaching him something with every fuck session. He's not particularly well endowed but his dick is perfectly serviceable. I'll say this about him, he's a good student and I don't share him with anybody. He has a thing for letting me suck him off and then pulling out and spraying cum all over my face and tits. It's so exciting for him he barely gets soft and is ready for me to ride his fuck pole in no time. I like getting covered in cum either way. I think next time I'm going to have him fuck me in the ass because he's a good manageable size for that. I rate him about 6.5 out of 10 and it would be lower but he's loyal to me so that raises his score."
"Finally there's Kevin Whitby, a fellow Hufflepuff."
"Don't tell me. Let me guess, a rising fifth year."
"Good boy. Kevin is endowed about as well as Nigel so he has a serviceable weapon though not extraordinary. He has a talent for dirty talk. Ordinarily he's a polite and fair‑minded guy, a proper Hufflepuff in every way, but play with his little joy‑stick and he starts spewing filth and calling me every degrading name in the book. It's cute, really, because I only need to get ahold of his prick and he loses control. Makes me feel like I'm in control. He doesn't much care for blow jobs or hand jobs; he just wants to plug straight into my pussy. That would be a bad thing except his second favorite thing is licking it, so he can get me properly warmed up and then fuck away to his heart's content. It's up to me to control what we do and when but he's obedient. I rate him a 7.5 out of 10 because he loves eating my snatch and he can fuck a long time. He's a multiple orgasm machine."
Now Harry was curious. "How do you rate me, I wonder?"
"Harry, you need to be rated on another scale. Your equipment is unequaled, you're just about the sexiest thing walking with a dick hanging between your legs, you can be an ogre once you get going, but you are kind and caring when the fun is over. Cuddling with you is almost as good as the fucking. No, actually, it's better. Those guys are not your equals. Comparing them to you is apples and oranges."
"It's lunch time, little girl. Shall we raid the kitchen?"
"Yes, Daddy. I would love that."
"Say that one more time and I'll smack your bottom again."
Hannah groaned. "Oh! Better not. I don't think I'd survive any more of that."
"I have a jar of Murtlap essence I've never used. Let me treat your bottom and then we can get dressed and see what we can scare up out of Kreacher. Oh, and Hannah, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had."
"Me too."
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