Running his fingertips over it, he purred down at her, "Beautiful. You did very well, love."
He let go of her hand and held onto her hips, bending to kiss her stinging flesh. "I think it's time for a reward."
Lucifer slipped one hand over her pussy, gently rubbing her through her knickers.
It felt like a sauna between her legs.
"Mmff" She slowly stopped crying and started arching her back to offer him more.
"I can feel how wet you are, love. Are you ready for my cock?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"I can't give it to you until you've had the hairbrush. Are you ready for it now?"
Hermione took a shaky breath. "Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll only give you twenty to start with." He pulled her knickers back into place and rubbed the brush over the cotton seat. "You don't have to count."
There was a hollow sounding pop of wood on flesh, and she jumped a little.
"One."
"I said you don't have to count, love."
"I can't stop."
He smirked and nodded. "All right."
Pop.
"Two."
Lucifer applied the next eight hard enough to sting but not so hard that she cried.
"Ten!"
"Would you like to try it a bit harder?" he asked quietly.
Now that she wasn't so scared, she wanted to see how much she could take. "Yes, sir."
His smirk returned. "That's my girl."
Pop!
"Eleven!"
Pop!
"Twelve!"
The wood burned into her bum as if it'd been heated.
The sting made her eyes water, but she didn't pull away.
He moved around, evenly covering all of her bottom.
Some spots hurt more than others, but it always left behind the same tender block of heat.
Her knickers absorbed some of the sting.
She'd never been more grateful to still have them on.
Pop!
"Eighteen!"
Pop!
"Nineteen!"
Pop!
"Twenty!" She slumped against the bed and let the tension drain from her belly.
His hand was back between her legs, his nails lightly scratching over her panties, making her shiver and buck.
"How was that, love?"
"It stings . . . and it's hot."
He grinned. "Do you mean temperature-wise or sexually?"
"Temperature. My bum's on fire."
Lucifer chuckled. "I haven't even taken down your knickers yet. I think you'll like the feeling on your bare skin." His finger drew a line over her dampening slit to prove his point.
"There's going to be more?" she groaned.
He pressed the brush's flat back between her spread legs and rubbed her vulva with the glossed wood. She made a small sound, experimentally circling her hips.
He let her grind against it for a minute before pulling away.
There was a sad whimper, which turned into a gasp as he pulled her knickers up between her cheeks again.
She danced on her toes until he dialed back the tension.
Lucifer petted her rump with the wood, warning her that the next round was starting.
Pop!
Her buttocks twitched, and she let out a weak moan. "T-Twenty-one."
He went faster. When she got to thirty, he gathered the back of her knickers in his fist again and pulled them tight.
"O-Oh g-go---" Her resulting moan made his dick throb.
Her cheeks were going brick red in some places, but he didn't want to bruise her. 'Just ten more, and we'll see how her knickers are holding up.'
Pop!
"Thirty-one!"
Pop!
"Thirty-two!"
He rubbed her bum with the brush, making her wait for the next one.
Her groan sounded anxious.
Pop!
"Thirty-three!"
The glossed wood rubbed away the sting, and her pussy started to drool.
'Dammit! Stop teasing.'
The brush slipped sideways between her thighs, and she felt the warmed wood on one thigh and the boar bristles grazing the other.
Pop!
"Thirty-four!"
The bristles scratched lightly over her burning skin, making her jump.
He flipped it around. Pop!
"Aaa! Thirty-five!"
The brush rubbed away some of the sting again, and she let out a whimper.
Pop!
"Thirty-six."
Back between her legs. 'Oh God. I can't take any more of this. Either spank me or make me come!' "Please!"
Pop!
She sighed. "Thirty-seven."
The brush patted her vulva as if it were impatiently waiting for her to do something.
Pop!
Heat in her seat. She ground her clit into her straining knickers. "Thirty-eight. Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please let me come."
"Not until we get to forty."
"Then please hit me. Get it over with."
"But you're enjoying it so much," he said, patting her rump.
Her back arched and curled against the soft tapping. "Please!"
"You know what I want to hear."
She tried to hump the edge of the bed. "Please paddle my bum with the hairbrush, sir!"
He smiled. "Very good."
Pop!
"Oh God! Thirty-eight!"
Lucifer bit his lip and kept the correction to himself.
Teasing her slit with the edge, he watched her hips churn. 'Dance for me, pet.'
"Please, sir. I need it!"
'Yes, you do.'
Pop!
"Thirty-nine. Thank you!"
He smiled broadly; it felt foreign but not wrong. "Do you like your new brush, pet?" He pulled the bristles gently over her pussy.
"Yes, sir!"
"Good. Remember that in the future. I don't give gifts to just anyone."
Hermione rolled her face in the quilt, digging her fingers into the slightly musty fabric. "Thank you for thinking of me, sir. Please give me my last hit."
"I think the last one should be hard, don't you? I want to make sure you know what you're in for if you disobey me."
She could take one hard one. "Yes, sir. Please."
The brush tapped against her a few times and then she heard a soft whoosh of movement.
'Thwack!'
The impact made her shout then a blinding wave of heat burned through her cheek.
"Ow-w!" She hissed, her hand shooting back to her flaming skin. "Forty. Ow!"
He let her rub while he went to get her plug and the jar of lube.
When he got back, he set it all on the bed. "Take away your hand. Let me see."
Hermione groaned softly as he pushed away her fingers so he could look.
His fingertips felt like lines of fire over her skin.
Her bum had a fever.
"That's it," Lucifer muttered, stroking her darkening skin. "That might be sore tomorrow. You're not planning on being disobedient any time soon, are you?"
"No, sir." 'Never!'
"That little hairbrush can do a lot of damage if it has to."
"I'll be good, I promise."
"I know you will, pet. You like being my good girl. You're not a troublemaker. Do you have a thank you for me?"
"Thank you, sir."
"For?"
"For my new present?"
"And for the paddling?" he suggested.
"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you for spanking me."
"You're welcome, pet. Are you ready to make your plug a bit wider? I want to keep you stretched."
'Oh bollocks!' "Yes, sir."
"Good. Spread your legs for me again."
He straightened out her knickers then pulled them just below her glowing cheeks.
Letting her watch, he tapped the end of the plug twice, and it visibly grew.
Her eyes got wider; she didn't blink as he unscrewed the jar and dipped one finger inside.
Her plug looked as if it had lungs and had just taken a nice inhale.
It wasn't that much bigger, but it seemed her tail is not for just show anymore.
The cold feel of lube being smeared over her hole was a blessed contrast to the heat in her bum.
One finger teased her back entrance, and she let out a small strangled noise of encouragement.
He went too slowly, lubing her inner walls at a snail's pace.
She tried to shove her hips back to make him go faster, but he just let his hand go slack so there was nothing to push against.
"For someone who was so worried about her plug being too big, you seem awfully eager for it now."
"Yes, sir."
"How wet is your pussy? Are you ready to come?"
"Oh gods, sir, I'm very wet. Please hurry."
He chuckled. "I'll let you come after your plug is in."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
Smirking, Lucifer lubed her plug then pressed the tapered end to her puckered hole.
As soon as he started to apply pressure, she whimpered and tried to hump the bed again. 'There's my sweet angel.' "Try and stay still, love. Relax."
Hermione did her best to not move, but she was leaking a river.
He kept fucking her hole with the plug, easing it in and out until she was ready to tear out her hair.
There was a slight burn as the widest part stretched her; she went still, panting through the feeling.
It slid inside and the burning died, leaving behind only the blunt sensation of fullness.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Big."
Lucifer snickered. "Stand up and come over here where I can see your knickers."
He smoothed them back into place over her crimson bum.
Hermione pushed up from the bed, feeling every new angle inside and out.
Her knickers burned her cheeks, and the plug shifted around inside her, pressing her rectum like a tiny fist.
Gingerly, she made her way over to where he sat in the chair.
His eyes stayed glued to the front of her knickers, and she knew he could see the wet spot darkening the fabric.
Lucifer turned up his palm and cupped her damp crotch, manipulating her lips through the material.
Sitting back, he spread his legs wider. "Show me how you've been making yourself come. Sit on my knee. Rub your pussy against my thigh."
Hermione's face reddened, but the desire to climax overrode the embarrassment.
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