Pièce de Résistance

Ero's face flushes a deep crimson, his shame palpable as he places his hands behind his head as instructed. Hermione, with her long, graceful fingers, begins to unbutton his shirt, her touch deft and confident. She slides the fabric off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and slowly pulls down the zipper, her fingertips brushing against his growing erection.

With gentle tugs, she pulls his pants down to his ankles.

“Step out, please, Mr. Apostasia,” she commands, her voice firm yet playful.

Ero obeys, kicking his pants aside. He stands there, clad only in a pair of tight, shiny boxer briefs adorned with golden snitches, before Hermione Jean Granger, Prefect on Duty.

“Now for the pièce de résistance,” Hermione giggles, her fingertips grazing his bulge, which is now straining against the fabric of his underwear.

She slips her fingers into the waistband, never breaking eye contact. With a smirk, she pulls his underwear down, exposing him completely. His erection springs free, bobbing slightly, eliciting a giggle from Hermione.

Ero looks anywhere but at her, his embarrassment overwhelming. He feels her hand wrap around his length, her fingers curling around the shaft, tickling and sliding up the vein to the sensitive underside of the head.

Her other hand cups his testicles, rolling them gently between her fingers, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He fears that if she doesn’t stop, he’ll climax right then and there, and he’s certain the punishment for such a transgression would be severe.

“Look at me, Mr. Apostasia.”

Ero forces himself to meet her triumphant gaze, his eyes welling up with tears of humiliation and arousal. He can’t believe how hard he is, how his body is betraying him as Hermione holds him quite literally by the balls.

“Eros Apostasia. You have been a very naughty boy, sir. I have plans for you tonight. Plans for punishment. Plans for humiliation. Plans for…well, let’s just say all of that is still going to happen.”

She pauses and blows air out of her lips.

“But you had to protest. You had to manipulate, wheedle, bargain, and whine. Your actions, Mr. Apostasia, show that you are not ready to take accountability for your actions. A lot of girls were utterly humiliated in what you thought would be just for laughs.”

She gives him a spank on the tip of his penis, so it bobs up and down.

“All of the boys in the school can just look at a girl and know what kind of knickers she wears.”

SPANK!

Hermione continues her scolding, punctuating each sentence with a spank on Ero's penis.

“The panties used to be the last line of defense-SPANK!, something private-SPANK!, something pure-SPANK!, something wonderful that was supposed to be shared in private between two consenting lovers!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“And now, Mr. Apostasia, no girl in our school will have that magic again. The boys have the upper hand. They look at us, and they know. They know I have a pair of pink silky knickers, and when they see me, they will wonder-

“Is she wearing them?”

They know Ginny favors satin boy shorts. They mock and jeer poor Luna Lovegood for wearing the same kind of briefs grade school children wear, with pictures of radishes, freshwater plimpies, and nargles on them.”

The tip of Ero's penis is bright red from Hermione spanking him there, but he has never in his life been more aroused.

“And are you ashamed, Ero? Are you sorry or remorseful for what you have done?”

Hermione blows out another breath of frustration. She gestures to his erection with mock outrage.

“Of course not,” she says. “Just look at you, all stiff and randy like a schoolboy who has just seen his first pair of breasts in a naughty magazine.”

To prove her point, she takes her finger and runs it across the tip of his penis, catching a dangling string of pre-cum that has dribbled out of him. It sticks to her finger and stretches before releasing from his tip, dangling like a sticky three-inch worm from her fingertip.

Smiling, she reaches her finger out to him.

“Open,” she says with a stern smile, her other hand pointing her wand at him.

Ero's eyes grow warm and watery, and tears start to fall as he opens his mouth.

With a giggle, she inserts her finger so that the bottom end of the dangling semen touches his tongue, cold and sticky, semi-salty.

“Close.”

Crying with shame and humiliation, Ero closes his mouth around her finger and suckles, tasting his own arousal, the foreign texture and taste coating his mouth.

Hermione slowly takes her finger out of his mouth.

“Good boy. Now, let’s get you punished, naughty boy.”

She grabs him by the base of his penis and leads him to an armless chair in front of a full-length mirror. She sits and looks up at him, patting her lap expectantly, and grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“Bend over, please, Mr. Apostasia. We’re going to have company soon, and I need to give you a crisp spanking on your bare bottom first. This is not your punishment, not by a long shot. This will be for daring to talk back.”

She smiles and pats her lap again.

“Over you go, naughty boy. Chop chop.”

Ero's face is wet with hot tears as he bends over Hermione’s waiting lap, giving her his unconditional surrender. Her skirt has risen up a bit, and his diamond-hard penis is laying across her warm thighs.

“Let’s get him tucked away somewhere safe, shall we?”

Hermione parts her thighs and, with her hand, guides his cock between them. She then closes him between her thighs, rubbing them together. The incredible friction almost causes him to cum on the spot.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the classroom door. Ero’s blood runs cold. No, this cannot be happening.

Reading his mind, Hermione laughs. Her delicate hand runs over the naked globes of his bottom.

“Right on time,” she says, her voice laced with amusement. “Come in, girls.”