Hermione cried out as she felt his fingers grip her wrist, her eyes widening as he pulled her towards the sofa. "Oliver, you’re hurting me!"
"I warned you, Hermione," his voice was low, almost a growl.
"I’m serious, Oliver. Let me go!" Hermione tried to pull away, a tremor of desire spreading over has as she saw another side to her normally calm and affectionate boyfriend. Merlin, she couldn’t believe this was arousing her.
"Your lips say no but your body says yes," he smirked slightly as he sat down and pulled her over his lap, his voice a low purr in her ear, "I love you, Hermione. Just let go and enjoy this."
"Oliver," her voice was hesitant until she felt the erection pressing against her stomach. Looking at him, she saw the lust in his eyes, felt his large hand moving over her bottom, any defiance leaving her as she looked into the eyes of the man that she loved. He was right. She was enjoying this, enjoying his control and the roughness he didn‘t normally display. Her tongue ran along her lips as she squirmed on his lap, deciding that she wanted to play this game, whispering, "You’re right, Oliver. I was a naughty girl and deserve to be punished."
"And how do you think you should be punished?" he mused as his lips curved into a wicked smile, his hand moving over her arse, squeezing the firm cheeks before he raised his hand and spanked her. "Do you think you deserve a spanking, pet?"
"Merlin yes," Hermione replied breathlessly, rubbing her thighs together as she realized that her knickers were soaking wet. She couldn’t believe she was finding this so exciting, that she was aroused by having Oliver spank her bum.
Oliver felt her writhe around his lap as he began to spank her, his lips curving into a loving smile as he listened to her moans. He had never done this before, spanked Hermione, but he was enjoying this game. Since they’d gotten together nearly a year ago, following a chance meeting in Diagon Alley that had led to lunch and then dinner and then a very passionate shag at her flat and then the longest lasting relationship of his twenty-six years, the sex had been unbelievable.
Hermione was extremely passionate and willing to try anything, often suggesting different games or positions that she had read about who knew where, and he had his own fantasies that they would bring into the bedroom. He honestly planned to propose to her eventually, knowing that he wanted her in his life and his future. Right now, though, he had a naughty witch to punish. He moved his fingers into the waist of her panties, pulling them down to reveal her bottom, all ready turning pink from the spanking he had just begun. His fingers brushed against her pussy, his brow arching as he found her soaking. "You’re so wet, love."
"Oliver," she moaned as his fingers prodded her, sliding into her and teasing her clit before withdrawing. She gasped as his hand made contact with her bare arse, her fingernails digging into the cushion of the couch as she moved on his lap.
Oliver continued to spank her, adjusting the force of the slaps, not wanting to hurt or bruise her but loving the lovely shade of pink that her arse was becoming. He could feel her juices dripping onto his leg, her stomach moving against his cock. He alternated between spanking her, caressing her bottom, and thrusting his fingers into her. She was pressing back against his hand, her hair falling across her shoulders, making the most delightful moaning gasps that caused his hard cock to twitch even more, and he knew she was close.
He moved her off of his lap, letting her lean over the side of the sofa, his hands quickly unfastening his trousers as he moved behind her. With one thrust, he was buried inside her, her back arching as she cried out from his complete penetration. His lips moved over her neck as they fucked, his fingers find her clit, the roughness of his thumb sending her over the edge. She came with a cry of his name, her muscles tightening around him, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her back against him. Within six strokes, he was coming, grunting as his seed spilled into her.
Once his cock was empty, he remained inside her and sat down, pulling her into his lap, groaning softly as she adjusted her position and sent his cock deeper into her. "You okay, pet?"
"Merlin, that was exciting," she confessed softly, feeling a bit embarrassed for getting so aroused by him spanking her.
"Yes, it was," he agreed, watching her look at him and smile.
"I’m sorry I touched your broom, Oliver. It’s just, you left it on the desk and I had to move it so I could get some work done," she recalled what had started the spanking.
Oliver grinned suddenly, "Hermione, why do you think my broom was left in the middle of your desk?"
"You bastard!" she smacked his arm, "Are you sure you weren’t really a Slytherin, you sneaky prat?"
"Perhaps I need to be punished?" he mused huskily, watching her eyes darken with desire as she smiled wickedly, his cock beginning to twitch at the lusty gleam in her beautiful brown eyes. Oh yes, he did love this girl.
The end.