Post by Domocles on Feb 23, 2015 11:35:56 GMT
"Hem...hem..." was heard from the entrance from the corridor. That recognizable little cough brought my attention and annoyance to a peak as I set down the current paper I was grading and cocked my head to meet Professor Umbridge's gaze. I inquired with an slightly irked voice, but tried to keep it saccharine, "Yes, Dolores?" "Oh I think you know good and well why I'm here." She entered my small office and immediately closed to door behind her, giving an overzealous smile. I gave her an unwavering glare as she came toward the desk, unbuttoning her pink tweed jacket. She reached into her lowly cut blouse underneath, brandishing a quill and setting it before me. "Um...thanks...?" She placed her hands, palm down, on the flat surface and squared off while facing me. "As High Inquisitor at Hogwarts, you do realize I have the power to give out punishments as I see fit. And you, Miss Treader, have been quite naughty and need to be punished accordingly." I glanced quickly at the feathered quill and then back up at her increduously and laughed, "So, you're going to tickle me with a feather?" She cut me off short with another quick, "hem...hem..." before answering, "No, I want you to write lines...with this quill." "Lines?" "Yes, I think for what I caught you doing last night, I have the perfect ones for you to write." She rounded the desk to come uncomfortably close. "You are going to write that you are..." she bent down to hoarsely whisper in my ear, "a nasty little half-breed slut." My breath hitched a bit at that as I turned to face her with boggled eyes. "What?" "You heard me." "How did you...?" "How did I what? Catch you? Miss Treader, I have eyes and ears all over this castle, you should know this." Her breathing was becoming quite labored as she spoke and she took the liberty of placing her hands quite shakily along my neck before spidering downward with her fingers. "Now begin writing your lines." She said insistently, perking her pointer toward the quill. My pulse was pounding a bit that from the all around discomfort of being caught fooling around last night with Tonks and Severus, but since they were both disguised at the time, they weren't recognized. Also I was uncomfortable about how turned on Dolores was about it all and this odd punishment. Perhaps she wanted me to say it out loud while I wrote? A bit of humiliation? I got out some parchment and began writing with her quill, saying out loud as I wrote, "I am a..." "Yes...keep going..." "nasty little half-breed slut..." Her fingers were at the buttons of my robe, undoing them, "Yes, that you are..." "How many times am I supposed to write this?" "Oh I think you should write them until the message sinks in, hmmm?" I was confused, but there wasn't much arguing with her at this point. I wrote the line a couple more times, but started to sharp cutting sensation across the skin of my left shoulder blade. Taking a sharp breath but continuing to write as the cutting felt deeper. I jerked to look as Umbridge was now pulling the cloth of my robe off my shoulders and letting it cascade off my torso. I was literally just sitting there in my bra, my robe pooling over my lap. She spoke abruptly, "Did I tell you to stop?" I dutifully went back to writing, even though that stabbing feeling was getting worse making me wince audibly. I could hear her purring and felt warm breath over that shoulder before a wet tongue ran across it. Then she moaned, quite pleased with herself, it seemed. Her breath was at my ear again as she softly spoke, "I think you can stop writing lines for now." Then a hand shot into my hair, fingers grasping it harshly as she tilted my head back and kissed me dead on the lips. The taste of blood was evident on her mouth, as it was beginning to dawn on me that the pangs were from my shoulder being wounded while I was writing. That quill was enchanted to do that. But I was snapped out of my thoughts by her commanding I sit on the desk. I stared at her defiantly until she responded with a quivering smile, "You can either move by yourself, or I'll make you." To which, I reluctantly moved with a defeated huff. She went back to kissing me, that tongue worming its way around my palette and those hands gruffly grabbing at my breasts. She let my robe fall to the complete wayside before shifting her skirt upward and pushing me flat on the desktop. Her thigh just above her knee was strategically nestled in the gap between my legs, jabbing itself against my panty covered crotch. Her own crotch pistoned against my bent knee. Her hand shot to my throat as she let out a most needy groan of relief before I luckily passed out.
I woke up a little while later, still laying on the desk and unclothed. That stinging sensation was still keen. So it wasn't a weird dream. I thought about getting dressed quickly, nobody needing to know, obviously. This was embarrassing and degrading. But curiosity did get the best of me and I sought out a mirror to see what was on my back. I bit my bottom lip and gulped as the words "I am a nasty little half-breed slut" were carved meticulously into my flesh.
I woke up a little while later, still laying on the desk and unclothed. That stinging sensation was still keen. So it wasn't a weird dream. I thought about getting dressed quickly, nobody needing to know, obviously. This was embarrassing and degrading. But curiosity did get the best of me and I sought out a mirror to see what was on my back. I bit my bottom lip and gulped as the words "I am a nasty little half-breed slut" were carved meticulously into my flesh.
