Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.
Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18
(Hermione - Blessed by Anadiel, ti works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18 )
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Lucifer wondered what he was thinking. “You don’t have to count, Hermione. I doubt you’ll be able.”
He laid on the first one without waiting.
Her right leg jerked up as she hissed. “Oww!”
“Back in position.”
She complied imdiately, so Lucifer didn’t threaten her further.
He tapped her backside again, and she started crying, the pain slowly catching up with her.
Her shoulders shook, but she didn’t make a sound.
The cane cut through the air, and he saw her skin sink in with the impact.
She started making sounds after that one—a harsh gasp and then the stuttered note of tears.
She kept her feet down that ti, but her back curled.
“Arch your back.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate, sticking out her bum for him.
Her skin was screaming, but she didn’t want to seem obstinate.
Lucifer laid the next one on below the first two.
“F-Fuc---” She made a choked scream in her throat and balled her hands into fists on the seat.
He could see her tears pooling on the leather.
Steeling himself, he tried to block out the sound of her crying.
'Just three more, Lucifer. She has to learn...'
The cane marked the next line of impact.
Lucifer brought his arm back and struck her for the fourth ti.
She popped up and imdiately forced herself back down, kicking her leg once against the stone floor to loosen the sting.
Her sobbing beca uncontrollable.
He went lower, right over her sweet spot.
She wasn’t going to like this.
The cane cracked against her bum.
No sound ca out of her for several seconds, and then she gasped and sobbed even louder, “bwaahh!!”
Lucifer wanted to get it over with.
Listening to her cry that hard made him sick to his stomach.
“Last one,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself.
The last stroke landed with a sharp crack, and she rocked forward with the impact.
Hermione wanted to lie down on the floor and rest.
It felt as if she’d just run a mile.
She couldn’t breathe through her nose, and her head was getting light and sparkly as if she might faint.
Her bum hurt too much to stand.
Lucifer helped her up and ran the tip of his wand down her nose. Her sinuses cleared.
Hermione couldn’t stop crying, but at least she could breathe again.
He picked her up and sat in the chair with her curled sideways in his lap.
His hands smoothed lightly over her backside, but her bum continued to blaze like an inferno.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Look at .” He cupped her face as she cried.
“You were excellent, pet. You can rest now.”
“Uahhh....” Hermione buried her face in his shoulder and cried harder.
She couldn’t think about any further punishnt.
Her world didn’t extend beyond the searing heat crisscrossing her backside.
Lucifer held her tightly. He wasn’t one for nurturing, but he’d do whatever he could to get her to stop crying.
When he ran his hand up and down her back, she slowly started to calm.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. “It’s all over. Take a deep breath.”
He didn’t care if Samael could hear him or what he might thought.
Caning her for fun and caning her for real were two different things, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to ever do it again.
Pulling her face from his shoulder, Lucifer made her look at him. “You were perfect. Do you hear ? I couldn’t have asked you to do better.”
Hermione nodded and wiped her wet face.
As long as he kept petting her back and whispering to her, she’d be all right. “Is he okay?”
Lucifer stared down at her for a few blank seconds and then started to laugh. “She wants to know if you’re okay, Samael.”
His clone’s brows rose in surprise. “!”
Lucifer’s head fell back against the chair as he chuckled. “I think she’s worried you’ve been traumatized.”
“? She’s the one with black and blue lines covering her bum. Bloody hell, Granger. How are you going to sit tomorrow?”
Lucifer kissed her forehead.
“I think Samael needs so assurance that you are really all right. Please give it to him. He looks as though he wants to punch in the face.”
Hermione gave him a weak smile.
Her fingers were clamped so tightly around the front of his shirt her hand ached.
“I’ll be o-okay.....” Her voice ca out sounding shaky and quiet.
“What was that?” Samael leaned forward in his chair so he could hear her better.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hermione said it louder, “I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” he muttered.
“Hey?” Lucifer whispered to her.
'Every part of does care about you.....'
“Would you like to show him your pretty new marks?”
The entire evening had been overwhelming for her.
Extre pain was not a turn on (and neither was Lucifer’s disapproval), but thinking about Samael inspecting her bum did turn her on just a little.
She wasn’t ready to leave Lucifer’s lap though. “Don’t let go of , sir.”
His lips twitched, and he nodded. “I won’t. Not until you tell you’re all right.”
Her breathing finally steadied, and he wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks.
His hand slid up her inner thigh. “Open your legs for , pet.”
Hermione sniffed once then slowly parted her thighs.
Every move made her bum ache.
His hand slid up to her muff, and the side of his finger grazed her slit.
He smiled and pushed her legs wider, tilting his head to look at her exposed sex.
“You are so wet, love.”
Tears pricked her eyes again. “I didn’t like it, I swear!”
The arm around her shoulders pulled her closer. “Shh. I know you didn’t. That wasn’t what I ant by it.”
“I’m not turned on. Why am I so wet?”
“Don’t worry about it, pet. I know you didn’t enjoy the cane. But I think we should use this to our advantage, don’t you?”
“I guess so. What are you going to do exactly?”
“I’m just going to touch you. Are you going to keep being a good girl for ?”
“Yes, sir. What do I do?”
“Nothing. Just don’t climax.”
She took a deep, shaky breath. “Okay.”
“I’ll give you so more ti to calm down first. Do you want to go clean up in the bathroom?”
She was reluctant to let go of him. “Yes. You’ll stay right here, won’t you?”
“Where would I go?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll be here. Go rinse off your face.”
He helped her out of his lap.
Her bum felt stiff and sore when she tried to stand.
It was horribly embarrassing walking past Samael while being naked from the waist down (even if he’d seen her totally nude).
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