"Samael has kindly collected your plug and delivered it. What do you say?"
She almost cried harder in relief that it was just another him, for God's sake who else she was expecting!
"Thank you, Samael."
At current moment, she didn't even care how could he reach the girls dorm? Stairs will disappear for boys....
"I don't think you should thank me just yet," Samael muttered.
'Gods, what did that mean?'
"Would you like to stay?" Lucifer asked him.
"I don't know." Samael felt a change in the air.
Lucifer seemed to be simmering, and Granger was crying as though she'd just failed a test.
It couldn't have been less sexual.
He was curious what Lucifer planned to do to her, but he was already uncomfortable about her crying, and using his wings to fly inside the girl's dorm...
"I'll stay for a bit."
"Have a seat," Lucifer muttered.
"Hermione, reach back and hold yourself open."
She kept her nose on the wall while she spread her cheeks wide.
Cold metal touched her anus, and she bit her lips as it slipped inside.
It felt weird and tingly and slowly got warmer and warmer until her hole was burning.
"How does it feel?" Lucifer asked.
"It's stinging, sir."
"Peppermint oil will do that. Take off your knickers and go sit in the chair. We need to discuss what's going to happen tonight."
Hermione panted and sniffled as she wiggled her panties to the floor.
Every inch of movement made the burning in her backside increase.
When she tried to sit, she jumped up as soon as the plug hit the seat.
"Sit down!" Lucifer hissed.
She finally managed it and did her best to keep still.
"Now," Lucifer began, standing directly in front of her so she either had to meet his gaze or stare at his crotch.
"Let's discuss your punishment tonight. Technically, it's already begun, but that was your choice when you forgot your plug. I don't think you'll be forgetting it again any time soon, so let's move on. This morning marked your second instance of insubordination with me. You stated the problem quite accurately: your frustration is overruling your normally excellent restraint. I have warned you enough times. The issue will be resolved tonight."
Hermione shook from shame and discomfort. She wouldn't let him down again.
Even if her arse caught fire.
"You need to learn to control your mouth. Yes?"
Hermione nodded and wiped the tears from her face. "Yes, sir."
He went to the bathroom and came back with a bar of soap. "Open wide."
She did. No one had ever washed her mouth out with soap. It sounded horrid.
"Stick out your tongue."
Lucifer wetted all sides of the soap against her tongue. She made a face but didn't pull away.
"Bite down."
She held the soap in her mouth, and he let go.
It tasted like poison.
"Now, let's talk about control. You agreed that, while you were with me, I would be in control of your pain and pleasure. Would you like to back out of that arrangement?"
Hermione vigorously shook her head no.
"Good. Then you need to understand that I will give you whatever you need when I decide to do so. It will be on my schedule, not yours. Bargaining and arguing have no place here. Is that clear?"
Hermione nodded. Her eyes watered from the taste, and her saliva pooled in her mouth like soap soup.
"Then we can move on to what your punishment will be. It will be your choice between the cane or the Lion paddle. You will get six hard strokes with whichever you choose. I doubt you'll make it through even one without bawling, so I suggest you prepare yourself now before we start. After that's over, we are going to work on your control."
"In the face of imminent release you seem to be the weakest, so we will spend the rest of the night keeping you in that state and making sure that you can maintain control. If you convince me you can master your own desire, I might let you climax at the end of our time. If you do not convince me, you will go back to your room unrelieved."
It felt like a fiery candy cane had been shoved up her bum.
Hermione could barely concentrate on what he was saying.
The bitter taste of the soap seemed to be burning her tongue.
She started to gag but forced herself to stay calm.
Just choosing between the paddle or the cane sounded impossible.
How would she ever get through the hits?
And was he really going to keep her on the edge of orgasm for the rest of the night?
"I want you to sit here for five more minutes and think about this."
He left her sitting in the chair and went to wash his hands.
His fingers were tingling from the oil he'd used on her plug.
Hermione stared into space. If she wanted to keep seeing him, she had to get through his punishment.
After a few minutes, she decided that the only way she would make it would be to take it one step at a time.
If she thought about how many hits she had left, she'd break down.
If she thought about how he was going to keep her from coming, she'd start crying again.
The night would seem even longer if she kept reliving it all in her head.
Lucifer finally came back. "I'll give you five minutes to get ready in the bathroom. You may remove the soap and the plug. Rinse out your mouth and do whatever you'd like for your backside then come back out here and tell me your choice. Have you got that?"
Hermione nodded.
"Go on then."
She was across the room as fast as her bum would allow.
She couldn't look at Samael as she dodged past.
As soon as she was in the bathroom, she lunged for the sink and spit out the soap.
That taste was never going to go away.
She scrubbed her tongue with water for a minute before giving up and pulling out her plug.
The dragon's head roared back at her from the basin, and she panted as the burning continued.
She got a washcloth drenched with cold water and covered her finger with it then tried to wipe out her insides.
It got a little better, but she was still too hot.
Unsure how much more time she had, so she went back to trying to rinse out her mouth.
'Not enough time!' Her mouth still tasted horrible, and her bum still burned.
A knock at the door told her the clock had run out.
"Feeling better, Hermione?" he asked when she stood before him.
"No, sir," she whispered. She kept her eyes on his shoes.
"The burning will diminish in a few hours. The soap will probably last until you brush your teeth. Which have you decided on, the cane or the paddle?"
"The cane, sir."
'Better the devil you know.....'
He'd only hit her medium hard with the paddle before.
"Very well. Take off your skirt and bend over the chair seat."
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut as she let her skirt fall.
'One thing at a time...'
When her hands were on the leather seat, she started shaking.
Flashbacks of her first night in his room filled her thoughts.
"Spread your legs," he said, tapping her inner thighs with the cane.
When she was in position, he stood at her side and tapped at the curviest part of her bottom.
Samael had a worried expression on his face.
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