Hermione shuddered, taking deep breaths to slow down her breathing.
Lucifer felt conflicted over whether to calm her crying or let him do it.
He was impressed Samael had the fortitude to really punish her.
The boy had seemed so uncomfortable with her crying during previous encounters.
It didn't, however, appear that Samael had just suddenly decided to arbitrarily seek revenge for what she did to Lucifer.
If she'd said something rude to his creator/friend (just his own thoughts), she needed to know that disrespect wasn't acceptable . . ...
Lucifer gestured to Samael that he needed to make her feel better.
Boy nodded and ran his hand over her back.
"Come on, Granger. It's over now." He helped her up, pulling her knickers back into place so she wouldn't have to bend down.
"Are you cross with me?" he asked, looking up at her tear-streaked face.
"I don't know," she whispered, unable to meet his eye.
Taking her hand, he kissed the backs of her fingers. "Say you forgive me."
Hermione bit her tongue to keep from smiling.
"Come along now. I can see you want to. Say I'm your best mate and you'd be los------"
"Don't be a prat."
Samael smirked and brought her other hand to his lips then whispered so only she could hear, "Don't be angry, but I'm hard as a rock. I think I need a hug."
Hermione couldn't help smiling. "You're sick."
"I learned it from you."
Hermione put her hand on his head and stroked his hair.
It was so bloody soft; he felt like a bunny.
"One hug," she whispered back. "But if you come on me, I'm not saving you from Lucifer."
He nodded in agreement and stood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
She made no attempt to avoid the bulge in his trousers, and he wasn't about to pull away.
His dick throbbed against her belly.
Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Ask Lucifer if I can come all over your arse."
She pulled back, smiling, and pushed at his chest. "NO! Definitely not."
"Come on! Why not?"
"Because I've been spanked enough for one night."
"What is it, pet?" Lucifer cut in.
"Samael's propositioning me," she said, pulling out of his arms and falling into Lucifer's.
"Is he?" He gave his clone a dark look.
"Thanks a lot, Hermione." He sat back down before Lucifer got a good look at the tent in his trousers.
"For the record, I only suggested she ask. Ask!" he emphasized.
Lucifer turned to Hermione. "Ask what?"
She wasn't so sure she should say. But Lucifer would definitely see if she didn't tell. "He wanted your permission to come on my bum."
Samael slapped his forehead and rubbed his eyes, wondering when the hex would hit and how bad the damage would be.
Lucifer thought fast. The idea of him coming on her made his blood boil, but . . . Samael had been more than helpful to both of them, and it might be just the thing he needed to push her boundaries to the next level.
'Maybe I need to lighten up. He's a part of me after all...just works differently from Time-turner and separate a person...'
"Would you like that, pet?"
Hermione was shocked. "I'd rather you come on me," she said hopefully.
"I know you would. But would you mind if it was him?"
She looked over to see Samael mirroring her look of surprise. "No, I wouldn't mind."
"What would you be willing to do for the privilege, boy?"
Samael couldn't imagine what Lucifer had in mind, but he was willing to hear him out. "I don't know. What are you suggesting?"
"Five strokes of the paddle. Let Hermione watch."
Hermione's eyes went wide.
'Is he serious?' Her eyes darted to Samael.
But just like Lucifer, he was too good at concealing his emotions; she couldn't read anything in his face.
Samael's mind raced. In his current state, he thought it sounded like a decent deal.
A little pain for a little pleasure.
It would be humiliating, but she'd been in far worse circumstances in front of him. "Trousers and shorts on?"
"Off."
"How hard?"
"As hard as I deem necessary."
'That could mean anything.'
"Can I heal it when we're done?"
"Of course, that's practically my bum getting damaged. So, of course you are going to heal it."
"Paddle before or after I come?"
"Before."
"And after that I get to come on her bare arse?"
"By your own hand, yes."
Samael glanced at Hermione. She looked as shocked as he felt. "What do you think, Granger?"
Hermione blinked a couple of times and then nodded slowly.
"You really want to see this?"
She kept nodding. 'Oh my God! Yes, I want to see!'
Samael sighed. "Agreed."
Lucifer smirked. "Get over the desk. I'll be right back."
Samael waited until he was gone then started to undo his belt.
Hermione was watching him as though he were the star of the Quidditch World Cup.
"I hope you enjoy this, Granger."
"My knickers are soaked."
He laughed nervously and unzipped his trousers. "I'm starting to have second thoughts."
"It's going to hurt."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"I've got something to heal you when it's over."
He gave her a tight smile. "Are you going to put it on for me?"
Hermione smiled back. "If you like."
He pushed down his trousers and boxers, his shirttails covering his arse.
Hands on the desk, he realized his palms were sweating.
She went over and put her hand over his. "It's okay if you cry."
Samael rolled his eyes. "Lilith's balls, Granger, would you stop! You're just making me more nervous."
"Sorry." Her eyes strayed down to his cock poking out from beneath his shirt. "You must really want to come on me."
He gave her a weak smirk.
"I've never seen anyone else punished before. I . . . I'll never forget it."
Lucifer came back in the room with his large wooden paddle. "Giving him a pep talk, Hermione?"
"Yes, sir."
Hermione's eyes stayed glued to Lucifer as he stood on the other side of Samael who stared straight ahead, his jaw working as he clenched his hands.
Lucifer folded up the bottom of his counterpart's shirt so it wasn't in the way, and Hermione stared at his snow white cheeks.
She was already breathing hard, and it wasn't even happening to her.
Lucifer pointed the paddle toward the chair and told her to sit.
She took Samael's seat (a prime view), swallowing hard as Lucifer lined up the paddle.
"Ready?" he asked.
Samael's head gave a tight nod.
The first hit made Hermione jump, her own backside twitching in sympathy.
Samael squeezed his eyes shut but didn't make a sound. It was a hard hit.
The crack of the paddle sounded again, and his cock gave a noticeable leap.
She could hear the harsh sound of his breathing though his nose.
When the third blow came, Samael grunted behind his lips.
It felt as if the bruises had already begun to form.
He wasn't going to cry in front of Granger (or Lucifer for that matter), but it felt as if he were hitting bone.
What made it all worse was that he knew Granger could see what it was doing to him.
His cock was putting on a show the rest of his body wasn't interested in.
Lucifer laid the fourth one on like fire.
All he got for his effort was a hiss and some shaky breathing.
'Cry, you arrogant little bastard. She needs this.'
He made the last one as hard as he could.
"Fuck!" Samael shouted.
He hunched his shoulders, panting at the desktop.
Tears leaked from him eyes; he wiped them away and sniffed up his running nose.
There was a hand on his, and he looked over to find Granger standing next to him, petting his fingers.
"May I?" she asked.
He didn't know what the hell she wanted, but he shrugged, figuring it couldn't be any worse than what had just happened.
Lucifer nodded at her, and she gently touched one of the red spots on Samael's bum.
It looked horrible. She kept her fingers as light as possible, tracing over the redness.
His skin burned her like a branding iron.
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