Post by Domocles on Feb 28, 2015 10:33:07 GMT
Professor Umbridge had me pressed against the wall, her hands caressing my ass as her breath became heavy. My own pulse kicked up a few notches. I went to protest but was responded with, "Yes?" susurrated in my ear.
I gave a small mutter of "nothing.." which was replied to rather breathlessly in my ear, "Yes, because deep down inside you know you need to be punished, Miss Treader, don't you?"
My breath hitched, as I was unable to articulate anything. I was horribly caught off guard in said situation and she knew she had the upper hand. Damn her! She wrenched me back by my hair, eliciting a motley response of wincing and a slight moan, at which she chose to give a tickled pink antiphon to. Her fingers stumbled along my side before latching onto my breast, kneading harshly through the cloth. That venomously cloying voice of hers continued, "The question at this point would be just exactly what punishment would be suitable."
She walked off towards her desk, tapping her finger pensively against her bottom lip while she pondered. "Hmmm, let's see..." as she opened a drawer, procuring a pepto bismol colored paddle with spikes.
"Wait, that thing actually exists? I thought that was just a rumor like the one about you kissing a dementor and it died..."
"Hem...hem..." She was not amused as she cocked her head and tapped the paddle in her hand like a ruler.
She whipped out her wand and with a quick flick and a sickeningly bubbly giggle, she spouted, "Incarcerous." A tangle of ropes turned me abruptly facing the wall again and bound me to it. As she neared again, I could hear the cutting away of the threads on the back of my robe as they separated.
The only thing shielding my back from a full on gust of cold was her ominous body as she twisted and pulled my underwear up revealing my buttocks. "I think we'll start by turning that pert little ass a lovely shade of pink" and with that being said, the paddle went to work. Each thwack sent a jolt through my body, as I writhed helplessly in my tethers. Professor Umbridge's delighted squeaks and giggles added to the embarrassment.
I was given a slight reprieve when the paddle stopped swinging. She jerked back my head again by my hair, before taking a moment to inhale it. Her other hand reaching around my hips as fingers began wandering down the hem of my underwear. I was rather wet and flustered as her voice crept into my ear, "Such a little half-breed slut..." Those fingers were making keen circles making me reel and mewl desperately.
Another unctuous whisper, "Enjoying yourself, you little slut?" I had to admit, I kind of was. I just closed my eyes again, climbed aboard the dream weaver train...but she wasn't having any of that as she interrupted.
"Hem..hem...not until you get my permission."
I gave a slight huff and asked, "May I have your permission then?"
"Only if you say my name when you get cum."
Between the choice of remaining edged or concede and applying her name to my satisfaction, because I was quite certain she wasn't going to let me go so I could take care of things myself. "Tell me you need me..."
I desperately responded, "Yes, I need you..."
"Say my name...say it..."
"Dolores!" As she pushed me over the precipice, my knees buckled, as she let go and released the ropes binding me, I slumped to the floor. That wand of hers was immediately under my chin, directing me to look up at her.
"Now it's time for you to thank me, Miss Treader."
I tried to follow said cue, gingerly reaching out to undo the rosy buttons on her along the pleat of her skirt before sidling it off. I ran my hands flat palmed along her stockinged leg, positioning it out to then run my lips along the inner parts of her thigh and upward.
The proficiency of my tongue never lied as she cried out, "Oh you naughty little thing!" That hand grappled in my hair, holding me in place, as she put on the final touches. I could hear her whimper, "crucio..." as my body was wracked painfully. I was mortified as I came once more.
But she instructed further, "don't stop! Oh, dear Merlin! I'm going to..." She nearly suffocated me as her thighs squeezed together and then in the breathless afterglow muttered, "Finite incantatum." I fell back on the floor, enjoying breathing again, but twinging from the after effects.
She coldly tossed my robes at me, giving a curt command of "now leave..."
I gathered up what I could to cover myself, having to invert it and bunch the cloth together to seem somewhat dressed as I shakily skirted away.
I luckily kept enough composure to make it to my office and shut the door behind me before turning on my cassette player. The bagpipes from the song wafted through the room as I crumpled in a corner. I drew my knees to my chest, feeling small and vulnerable.
"Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down"
Taking one for the team is hard.
I gave a small mutter of "nothing.." which was replied to rather breathlessly in my ear, "Yes, because deep down inside you know you need to be punished, Miss Treader, don't you?"
My breath hitched, as I was unable to articulate anything. I was horribly caught off guard in said situation and she knew she had the upper hand. Damn her! She wrenched me back by my hair, eliciting a motley response of wincing and a slight moan, at which she chose to give a tickled pink antiphon to. Her fingers stumbled along my side before latching onto my breast, kneading harshly through the cloth. That venomously cloying voice of hers continued, "The question at this point would be just exactly what punishment would be suitable."
She walked off towards her desk, tapping her finger pensively against her bottom lip while she pondered. "Hmmm, let's see..." as she opened a drawer, procuring a pepto bismol colored paddle with spikes.
"Wait, that thing actually exists? I thought that was just a rumor like the one about you kissing a dementor and it died..."
"Hem...hem..." She was not amused as she cocked her head and tapped the paddle in her hand like a ruler.
She whipped out her wand and with a quick flick and a sickeningly bubbly giggle, she spouted, "Incarcerous." A tangle of ropes turned me abruptly facing the wall again and bound me to it. As she neared again, I could hear the cutting away of the threads on the back of my robe as they separated.
The only thing shielding my back from a full on gust of cold was her ominous body as she twisted and pulled my underwear up revealing my buttocks. "I think we'll start by turning that pert little ass a lovely shade of pink" and with that being said, the paddle went to work. Each thwack sent a jolt through my body, as I writhed helplessly in my tethers. Professor Umbridge's delighted squeaks and giggles added to the embarrassment.
I was given a slight reprieve when the paddle stopped swinging. She jerked back my head again by my hair, before taking a moment to inhale it. Her other hand reaching around my hips as fingers began wandering down the hem of my underwear. I was rather wet and flustered as her voice crept into my ear, "Such a little half-breed slut..." Those fingers were making keen circles making me reel and mewl desperately.
Another unctuous whisper, "Enjoying yourself, you little slut?" I had to admit, I kind of was. I just closed my eyes again, climbed aboard the dream weaver train...but she wasn't having any of that as she interrupted.
"Hem..hem...not until you get my permission."
I gave a slight huff and asked, "May I have your permission then?"
"Only if you say my name when you get cum."
Between the choice of remaining edged or concede and applying her name to my satisfaction, because I was quite certain she wasn't going to let me go so I could take care of things myself. "Tell me you need me..."
I desperately responded, "Yes, I need you..."
"Say my name...say it..."
"Dolores!" As she pushed me over the precipice, my knees buckled, as she let go and released the ropes binding me, I slumped to the floor. That wand of hers was immediately under my chin, directing me to look up at her.
"Now it's time for you to thank me, Miss Treader."
I tried to follow said cue, gingerly reaching out to undo the rosy buttons on her along the pleat of her skirt before sidling it off. I ran my hands flat palmed along her stockinged leg, positioning it out to then run my lips along the inner parts of her thigh and upward.
The proficiency of my tongue never lied as she cried out, "Oh you naughty little thing!" That hand grappled in my hair, holding me in place, as she put on the final touches. I could hear her whimper, "crucio..." as my body was wracked painfully. I was mortified as I came once more.
But she instructed further, "don't stop! Oh, dear Merlin! I'm going to..." She nearly suffocated me as her thighs squeezed together and then in the breathless afterglow muttered, "Finite incantatum." I fell back on the floor, enjoying breathing again, but twinging from the after effects.
She coldly tossed my robes at me, giving a curt command of "now leave..."
I gathered up what I could to cover myself, having to invert it and bunch the cloth together to seem somewhat dressed as I shakily skirted away.
I luckily kept enough composure to make it to my office and shut the door behind me before turning on my cassette player. The bagpipes from the song wafted through the room as I crumpled in a corner. I drew my knees to my chest, feeling small and vulnerable.
"Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down"
Taking one for the team is hard.
