A collar (END)

“SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.”
The sound of spanking echoed over the stadium.
At least, that was Hermione thinking.
Between the hand landing at her bare butt and moans and whimpers escaping her lips.
She had a difficult time focusing on what was happening around her.
Which wouldn't be a problem, if she wasn't standing naked at Quidditch stadium in the middle of the match.
All around her were Hogwarts students cheering their favorite team.
Right next to Hermione was Luna and Ginny.
But they had no idea their friend was being spanked by some mysterious wizard.
Thanks to a privacy charm, he was the only one enjoying Hermione's moaning as he continued to spank her.
“Your butt starting to have a nice red color."
Said the wizard with a smile after he delivered another slap at Hermione's left buttcheek.
Hermione wanted to say something, but she just whimpered when the wizard gently patted her butt and squeezed it.
“And it is quite warm.” He added together with another slap and squeeze.
“Please.” Hermione said between the moans.
“Please what?” The Wizard asked and let his hand rest on Hermione's buttcheek.
Gently fondling it, he waited for her to continue but his hand on her butt clearly messed with her focus.
He moved his other hand between Hermione's legs.
From behind he gently stroked her wet slit.
Which caused her to moan louder.
“Careful with that moaning,” he scolded her “my privacy charm is strong but it could let something slip out. And your friends could hear you.”
That image caused Hermione to moan again.
Her legs parted so he can have better access to her womanhood.
Hermione leaned on the reeling and almost bent over it.
Which caused her butt to point up.
Another slap landed on her buttcheeks.
She was lost in the pleasure mixed with pain.
“You look so shameless, I should take a photo of you.”
The wizard said and his hand delivered another slap on Hermione's nicely red butt.
“No, ahh, no photos. Please.” Managed Hermione said.
“Well when you asked so nicely. I won't make photos.”
The wizard said,” Maybee next time.”
He added and stopped spanking her.
For a few seconds he silently looked at her spanked buttcheeks.
Gently fondling and squeezing them.
Each squeeze accompanied by Hermione's meek moans and whimpers.
She tried to look at the game, in an attempt to guess how long they had.
Unfortunately she didn't catch the score and even if she could, the game could end at any moment.
If the catcher was able to catch the golden stitch.
Which did not happen yet, because the game continued.
Students cheered their team, and players were flying all around.
None of them knew Hermione was currently being spanked and groped right on the stands.
“It occurred to me I don't know your name?” Said the wizard suddenly and stopped groping Hermione.
Asking for her name seems strange, after all, he saw her completely naked and played with her body as he wanted.
So his question surprised Hermione for a few seconds.
In which he started touching her again.
“Hermione, “ she managed to say before his touches at her intimate places caused her to moan again.
“You can call me Sir.” The man said “do you understand Hermione. “
“Yes…, Sir.” Hermione said between two moans.
“Good girl.” he said and patted her buttcheek affectionately.
His other hand found its way into Hermione's wet pussy.
His fingers started to stimulate Hermione's clit, bringing her close to orgasm.
Her knees started to buckle, her hips swayed slightly from side to side.
As she tried to escape his fingers.
But it was in vain, he held her firmly in place.
Just a few seconds and Hermione would climax right there at the quidditch stadium.
But the wizard stopped at the right time.
Hermione whimpered and moved her hands into her crotch in an attempt to finish what her tormentor didn't.
But befor she could reach her crotch, her hands were pulled to the collar and secured by cuffs attached to it.
“My slut doesn't deserve orgasm." The wizard whispers into Hermione's ear.
“And because you tried to relieve yourself without asking permission. You need to be punished.”
The wizard said with a cold voice.
Hermione shivered and clenched her buttcheeks.
Expecting another spanking.
The wizard noticed it and chuckled.
“Dont worry, your poor butt won't be spanked.”
He said, and then tapped his wand at the collar Hermione was wearing.
“I just hexed your collar. After four minutes the illusion will disappear. Together with my privacy charm.
I will wait for you downstairs. You can stay here and be seen by your friends. Or join me. Your choice.”
He said to her and Hermione felt as he left.
She had **** and quickly started to descend the stairs.
Last time she looked over her shoulder at Ginny and Luna.
Both girls were watching the match.
Between them empty space, where Hermione stood seconds ago.
She continued to walk down, with her hands tied to the collar, she took careful steps, not wanting to fall.
The wizard was waiting for her under the stairs.
Hermione looked at him and noticed he was wearing a cloak with a hood.
Hiding his face.
The contrast was huge, she naked all her body for him to see.
Every inch of her skin.
But she didn't even know what his face looked like.
He waited for her to approach.
As Hermione took slow steps to his direction she looked down.
Not able to face this man.
She stopped one step in front of him.
“You choose well, my slut” the wizard said with a chuckle.
Then he took her chin and lifted her head with his finger.
Hermione couldn't see his eyes, but she had strange feeling as if he was looking deep into her soul.
“Now,” he said, still holding her chin up.
“I have one last thing for you,” he continued and his free hand started to play with Hermione's crotch again.
She was close to orgasm, so he was really gentle.
Hermione whimpered, steping from one foot to another, hoping he will bring her over the edge.
“One of my muggle friends once mentioned this thing some muggles do during a sports match.”
His finger gently creased her clitoris, Hermione moaned and closed her eyes.
Enjoying the waves of pleasure.
She was so close.
“I think they called it streaking.”
Hermione opened her eyes in shock.
The wizard grinned.
“By your reaction I assume you know what I am talking about.”
His hands moved to Hermione's shoulders. And he turned her around.
Now she was facing the entrance into the grass field in the middle of Quidditch stadium.
“It's simple, my pet.” He started to whisper.
“When I give you a signal, you will start running through the field. With some luck, everyone will be so interested in the match they will not look down.”
He said.
“Maybe.” He added with a smirk.
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening to her.
How could she end like this?
But she didn't get a chance to analyze her situation.
Because the wizard suddenly said.
“RUN!!”
And with a slap on her buttcheek he sent her away.
To Hermione's surprise she started running.
In seconds she was in an open field, running naked with her hands cuffed to the collar around her neck.
”This is the end. My life is done.”
She thought as she ran, not looking around in fear that she would see people looking at her.
At her bouncing boobs, her flexing buttcheeks.
She expected some commotion, but so far all she could hear were muffled sounds of players flying over her.
And match commentary.
For a moment she hoped she could do this without being seen.
She was almost out of the field when her heart skipped.
By the sound she heard, she knew someone managed to score.
But the person commenting didn't announce it.
Instead of the current score, she heard something she didn't want to hear.
“IS SHE NAKED?”
Echoed through the air over the stadium when a person commenting noticed her.

Several thing happend then.
Catcher mangaed to catch a golden stitch and the game ended.
People started to cheer. And Hermione managed to run out of the field.
She was still outside, but luckily all the people were in the stadium, celebrating.
Some probably confused if they saw her.
Hermione continued to run, she wanted to get into the castle and into the safety of Gryffindor common room as soon as possible.
As she run trought empty castle.
Her bare feet slapping on the stone floor.
She ignored all the remarks and shocked yelps the paintings were yelling at her.
Wheb she finally stopped in front of Fat Lady she was red in the face, sweaty and almost without a breath.
The guardian of Gryffindor common room looked at naked Hermione from head to toe.
Her eyes shortly stopped at the collar and cuffs.
“Interesting match?”
The fat lady asked innocently.
Hermione tried to catch her breath and answered.
But the lady interrupted her.
“It looks like you had an interesting day. Now go inside before someone catches you and decides to punish you."
Hermione blushed but stepped through the hole in the wall after the painting revealed a secret door.
“Nice butt btw.”
Hermione heard the fat lady say. As she stepped inside.
Surprised, she turned around, but everything she could see was the back side of the painting.
“How could she see?” Hermione started thinking but was interrupted as the cuffs disappeared and her hands were finally free.
She nassaged her wirsts and slowely walked into the girls room.
Ascended the stairs.
She wonders if the Fat lady is watching her naked buttcheeks flexing as she steps up the stairs.

For now this is the end for the act 1. Thanks to everyone who read, liked and commented. I am planing from time to time add new chapters. So stay tuned.