Melanie moon abdi second part

She hears Umbridge call out their location—Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office—and wonders what they could possibly do to her. Standing beside her gagging professor in the Minister's office, Hermione is frozen when the command reaches her ears. "Please remove your clothes for your punishment, Miss Granger," Umbridge instructs her. Hermione shakes her head. "No!" she protests, "You can't possibly expect me to do that—you can't possibly make me!" The smile on Umbridge's face is impossibly cruel. With a pointed look to the silent but ever-watchful Minister, Cornelius Fudge, Umbridge replies, "On the contrary, Miss Granger, I have the express permission of the Ministry to keep the students of Hogwarts in line, and I do expect you to comply with any and all BDSM orders. Now, strip for blonde your punishment." With shaky hands, Hermione slowly unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She chances a glance at Minister Fudge and can see his eyes watching her closely. She sucks in a breath before continuing, pushing her skirt down her hips and stepping out of it. Her hands reach for the tie around her neck, but Umbridge stops her. "The tie can stay, as can your shoes and socks, but the bra and panties need to go." Shame enveloping Hermione completely, she reluctantly complies with the order. Her hands reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the blowjob floor, and then she hooks her fingers in her panties and pulls them down. "Leave them just around the ankles, Miss Granger," Fudge speaks up for the first time. Hermione nods her understanding, her face flushing with further embarrassment as she complies, pushing her panties down to her ankles before standing back up. "Now, bend over and hold onto the desk facing Minister Fudge," Umbridge takes over again. When Hermione complies, closing her eyes so she doesn't have to see the Minister's face as her own gets even redder. "Feet further apart, and your nipples should graze the surface of the desk," Umbridge corrects her. Hermione spreads her legs apart as far as she can manage without feeling unbalanced and lowers her torso so she can just feel the wooden desk against her exposed nipples. She has to remember how to breathe. "Perfect posture, Miss Granger," Umbridge finally says. "Now for your punishment. If it isn't obvious to 'the brightest domination witch of the age,' you are about to be caned twenty-five times. She came back and said do you need anything else Master, I told her not right now but get the rest of the girls fed and rested, we will be here I while yet. She was just off the bathroom so I felt it was the best place for her. I felt something warm touch my ass and then something slide between my legs. Orgasm after orgasm was ripped brutally from the woman who now might as well not have been conscious, allowed only the briefest of breaths she could barely gagging think through the monstrous fucking she was receiving, cohesive thoughts were a mere memory and only pleasure existed in the woman who was stretched so fully. He stopped there and it had his information when I picked it up from his car at school,” he explains and I’m a little shocked. All through Jr. High and High School, I heard all of the insults and teasing about being “Flattie”, “Fried Eggs”, “Tom Boy”, and every BDSM other tease and insult you can imagine. Her body bucked. Morgan groaned louder, kicking her legs as he held her ass up in the air, his fingers expertly playing with her pussy. “We do, don’t we?” she agreed with a smile on her face. I found the bathroom and rinsed my mouth out a couple times. It's just I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready to domination do. I eventually heard the blonde door open blowjob behind me. “Sure, Mom,” Valerie said, obeying, not giving any lip. “Well I thought you may be able to use Rachel here as she is out here all week.” Mike said, “And she is in need of a bit more money to pay her bills. “Did I do thaaaaaat…?” She asked in a comical nerdy voice.