The Punishment Of Hermione Granger (Chapter 3)

CHAPTER THREE: A PUBLIC DEMONSTRATION

Hermione’s teacher moves her into the adjoining Defense classroom and shoves her into one of the student desks in the front row. Hermione winces from the pain of putting pressure on her recently caned ass, but she doesn’t protest the new position. A piece of parchment and a black quill are summoned and put in front of her, and Hermione blinks up at her teacher. Lines? After everything she has already been put through, the next punishment is writing lines?

“You are to pick up that quill and write the phrase on the board seventy-five times on that piece of parchment,” Umbridge instructs her.

Absently, Hermione nods, deciding that this punishment is certainly better than the last few have been. Her hand reaches for the quill as her eyes look to the board.

Cum depository is written on the board in Umbridge’s handwriting.

Hermione shivers as a flush comes over her entire body.

“Be quick about it, Mudblood; there is more to be done yet,” Umbridge barks at her from her classroom’s teacher desk. “And spread your legs far apart like the slut you are.”

As Hermione spreads her legs apart, revealing her private areas to her teacher once more, she picks up the quill and furrows her brow. “You gave me no ink, Professor,” she says in confusion.

“You will not need any,” Umbridge replies, a smirk on her face.

With much trepidation, Hermione begins writing the phrase on the board with the inkless quill provided. After writing the words ‘cum depository’ on the parchment seven times, Hermione begins to notice the stinging sensation above her pussy. She moves to close her legs, but her Professor, watching her every move, is quick to correct her.

“Legs apart, slut!”

She continues to write the phrase over and over, but the stinging gets worse. Tears fall down her face and drip onto the parchment as a suspicion grows in her mind. In the hopes of alleviating the pain as much as possible, Hermione rushes through the lines as fast as she can, but with each new repetition of the phrase, the pain above her private area gets worse and worse.

Finally, she puts down the quill after reaching seventy-five, and Umbridge walks over to her. “Stand up and face me,” she is ordered by her teacher.

When she stands for her teacher, her teacher reaches a hand down to her pussy—or just above it—and Hermione’s eyes follow, getting wider when she sees the culmination of her work. In her own handwriting are the words ‘cum depository’, bright red and sore, looking for all the world as if she carved them into her now shaved mons herself.

“I think that should surely help to keep your pussy full of cum, don’t you think, my little Mudblood whore?” her teacher taunts her.

“Yes, Professor Umbridge,” Hermione chokes out her prescribed answer, fighting back tears.

“Good girl, I am quite excited to watch that happen sometime; but for now, get back into my office and lie back down on the desk like you were during your inspection.”

Hermione doesn’t even look at her teacher as she walks back into the adjoining office but she does catch sight of her teacher as she moves to lie back down on the desk. That is when she notices that her teacher has undressed and attached a pink strap-on around her waist.

“Oh no,” Hermione pleads, shaking her head even as she positions herself for her teacher on the desk. “Please don’t, Professor!”

Umbridge walks up to her and grabs hold of Hermione’s right nipple, pinching it between her fingers before twisting painfully, making Hermione cry out. “Let’s try that again, but this time, the words that come out of your mouth better be: please rape my Mudblood pussy with your strap-on, Professor.”

Hermione’s eyes widen slightly, and she wants to do anything but say those words, but when Umbridge pinches her other nipple and twists, Hermione mumbles the required phrase. “Please rape my Mudblood pussy with your strap-on, Professor.”

“That wasn’t nearly good enough, Mudblood. Say it again, louder, and with a little more…conviction.” Umbridge emphasizes her command with another twist of her nipples.

Hermione screams in response to Umbridge’s abuse of her tits. “Please rape my Mudblood pussy with your strap-on, Professor!” she shouts as tears begin to fall down her face.

Umbridge smiles cruelly as she picks up her wand. “Accio Miss Granger’s panties,” she says, and Hermione watches as her panties are pulled out of the cabinet by magic.