Bound

Chapter Twenty-Three ~ First Reprimand

A/N: Hello! Sorry it's been so long! I've had this chapter and the next written for a while, but editing is hard for dear malochai and I. We used to both be in the same time zone and I only worked weekends, while he worked not at all (officially), so we would edit a chapter in a day or two. Now, we're on opposite sides of the world, trying to fit in writing and editing around busy work schedules, not to mention my cunt of a boss who has only just 'resigned' (with a very fucking big nudge). I want you all to know, though, that I will never abandon this story so long as my fingers can type and my brain can imagine. It may take forever, but I will finish it as it was planned. I will not get bored and start rushing. I will take my time and finish this properly if it kills me. If malochai kills me in the process, well, that's probably my own fault. Feel free to message either of us if it's been more than a few weeks since a new chapter and we should be able to give you some excuse.. er... I mean, information as to why. Also, this would have been out days ago, but I've got the flu and I want to get better so I can get whipped to fuck this weekend. Massive A/N, so I'm gonna wrap it up! Congrats on 33K Guys! Whoo! Bye! Enjoy!

Hermione found herself pressed against the door, locked and warded. With surprising strength, her usually dour professor lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, fingers tangling in his hair as their mouths met. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, then nipped the lower one. A plaintive whimper escaped her, mouth opening barely enough for him to deepen their kiss, tongues tangling.

A disappointed whine sounded from the girl in his arms as he pulled away, all too soon. He gave her arse a light squeeze, lowering her to the ground and making his way across to a settee. It was timber, so dark as to be almost black, and upholstered in velvet the colour of forest leaves. He sat at one end, perched upon it, feet planted firmly and knees apart.

Scowling half-heartedly at her, he gestured to his lap, "Skirts up. Over my knee."

Gathering her skirts in hands that trembled, slight and almost unnoticeable, Hermione glanced towards Lucius. He nodded, smirking cheekily. A shiver raced through her as she bunched her skirts up around her waist. Whether it was caused by the sudden rush of cold air against her mostly-bare nether region or the anticipation of what was to come, she couldn't tell. Perhaps both. Taking a deep breath, she bent over, resting her hips across his right knee. Grasping her firmly by the hips, he lifted her arse higher into the air and ran his hand over her supple flesh.

"Count five. A good little submissive doesn't make a cock-tease of herself, knowing she is untouchable."

Hermione swallowed. Nodded. "Yes, Sir."

The first slap fell fairly lightly, high on her left cheek. "One."

"Good."

The second blow was slightly harder, landing on the opposite side to the first. "Two."

Another two landed in quick succession, one on each side, slightly lower. "Three. Four."

The final smack landed evenly across the lower side of both cheeks, making them bounce and jiggle. "Five," she almost moaned, her breath coming in soft pants.

"Well done. Might we assume you have done some extracurricular research these past months?"

Hermione blushed, hiding her face against the side of his thigh. "I... I have acquired some... material."

"Perhaps you should demonstrate what you have learned," Lucius suggested, the fingers of one hand already loosening his belt as he tucked loose strands of hair behind his ear with the other; it had been cut back to elbow length now and restored to its regular shade of white-blond.