Hermione buried her face in her hands.
She wanted to scream . . . or come . . . or go outside to hump Lucifer's leg . . . or slap him.
It was hard to decide.
All she knew for certain was that she refused to get out of that chair until everyone else had gone.
Professor McGonagall stood and waved her wand at the board.
A new set of notes appeared, and everyone sighed in resignation.
To get her mind distracted, Hermione raced to copy down the new notes.
Lucifer did come back after a while and sank into his chair, looking as if he needed a drink.
She pushed her notes at him, retaining the magical parchment.
But he just pushed it back towards her, indicating his Auto-quill working again like usual.
'Try to move your legs.'
???
Hermione froze. Literally!
She glared at the boy sitting beside her with almost eyes that's going to bleed.....
"hahah...Uh-huh!"
'That cough is fake!'
Hermione sighed heavily, she just changed her mind to go wipe away some of the mess, but now she can't even pay a visit to Loo.
Bastard, read her mind again!
The whole room would be able to smell her soon.
Professor McGonagall rose from her desk and began strolling around, hovering, deriding their note-taking ability.
Lucifer occasionally kept checking on her to see if she was doing good, but she just kept writing, scared to stop.
He moved a little towards her side of the chair, and took a deep breath.
He didn't need to get that close to smell her-he could have just....
"Legs open," he whispered.
She opened her thighs.
"Stay like that until class ends."
"Okay...."
After two more rounds, Professor McGonagall came towards her own desk, she didn't even glance at both students notes and passed over to Dean...
Hermione couldn't express her relief, but Lucifer kept looking down to make sure that she was still flashing her pussy.
At the end of class, the room burst into action, even McGonagall left fast to eat, and Lucifer smirked as Hermione clamped her knees together and fixed her clothes.
She made some sort of excuse to Potter and Weasley about lunch, but she stayed in her chair as if she were glued to it.
Ron and Harry left for the Great Hall, and Lucifer leaned in, whispering such words that made her blush so brightly.
After that he stood up from the desk, a flick of his wand that made....sound doors closed.
She eyed him warily.
.....Standing while crossing his arms and smirking evilly down at her. "Are you going to get out of that chair now?"
"I'd rather not."
"Get up, Hermione."
Sighing, she slowly rose, a look of discomfort twisting her face.
His smirk transformed to a leer when he saw the damp spot left on her seat.
Lucifer caught her face with one hand and nodded toward her chair. "I should make you lick that clean."
Her eyes went so wide he could see the whites all the way around.
Lucifer let go of her and leaned down, wiping his hand through the juice.
He rubbed his fingers together under her nose. "I didn't know you enjoyed the note-taking so much."
A blush colored her cheeks, but she didn't look away.
He stood so they were almost touching. "Do you still want your spanking now rather than later?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bend over the desk."
Hermione nodded, walking as calmly as she could.
Her thighs felt sticky with her own excitement, and she desperately wanted to go clean up.
She heard Lucifer ward the door then he was flipping up her skirt and crouching down behind her.
He parted her slit, and she hissed into her arm.
"My, my. You did enjoy class today. I am impressed. If I had known you'd respond so favorably, I would have started this weeks ago." He slipped two fingers up her pussy, reveling in her whimper.
The slick sound of her excitement filled the classroom as he pumped in and out.
"I want to talk about why you're being punished."
Hermione shivered.
"I'm not happy that you were so handsy with Samael, but I'm not going to punish you for it. I know why you did it. You enjoy making me lose control; you like the power it affords you. Don't think I don't see that look on your face when it happens. This is your one free pass. If you want to tease Samael in the future, you ask permission first. Is that clear?"
He pulled out his fingers.
"Yes, sir!"
"Good." He pushed back in. "I'm not thrilled that Samael fell asleep in your bed, but since it was an accident and nothing inappropriate happened, I'm willing to overlook it. I am pleased that you are willing to humiliate yourself at my request, and that you've recruited him for our purposes. That was very good."
Hermione clutched the desk. His fingers made her clit ache.
"Once again, I don't mind you watching him. You're quite the voyeur, and I wish to encourage that. So whatever happened this morning is also forgiven. Forgetting your plug seems to be your biggest transgression. I don't expect you to be perfect. I know you want to wear it. Forgetting for one night isn't too bad. I can't have you thinking forgetfulness is acceptable though, so let's give you a nice even fifty as penance."
"I'm going to come, sir."
He pulled out his fingers with a smile. "That's my good girl. I want you to wait until tonight. Punishments aren't supposed to be fun."
"Yes, sir."
"You don't have to count," he said, getting in place and resting his hand on the curve of her backside.
He started at once, slapping her with medium force.
He wasn't really angry about the plug.
This was all about what she needed.
After thirty, she stopped wiggling and slumped against the desk.
When he got to forty-five, she jerked away.
"I'm going to come!"
He'd strayed too close to her pussy, drawn to the enticing shine. "Then I'm not spanking you hard enough."
Hermione groaned into her sealed lips. "It hurts."
"Not enough obviously. Are you ready for the last five?"
She took a deep breath. "I think so."
He hit her hard, getting the sweet spot where her bum met her thighs.
"Ow!"
"That's better." He laid on the last four almost full force.
She was panting over the desk when he let go. "Still ready to come?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of," he repeated through a chuckle.
"Well, you'll have to wait." He patted her bum. "You were a very good girl today."
Hermione pushed herself off the desk. "I was?"
"Yes. You did everything I requested to the best of your ability. That's all I ask."
He pulled her around so she was facing him. "I'm ready to fuck you good and hard tonight. Are you ready?"
"I'm so wet, Lucifer. I don't want to wait."
He smirked. "Get in our quarters as early as you like. The doctor will see you at your earliest convenience."
Hermione grinned up at him. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I think a full physical is in order."
Her hands smoothed over his chest. "No shots, right?"
He laughed. "I'm not into needles yet, love."
"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Don't keep me waiting," he murmured, touching his lips to hers. "Tell Patil, you're sleeping with tonight."
He kissed her hard, sucking her tongue and nipping her lip.
Hermione had to wrap her arm around his neck to keep herself upright.
He pulled away after a minute, and she staggered backward toward the desk, her hand ghosting over her lips. "You want me to stay all night?"
"Yes."
She nodded and encircled her fingers with his, moving toward the door in a daze.
The knob rattled pointlessly in her hand until she realized he hadn't un-warded it.
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