Umbridge, not looking up from japan the assignments she’s grading, holds out a hand. “From now on, you are not allowed to wear panties, Miss Granger.” Reluctantly, Hermione drops her bag and hikes up her skirt. She pulls down the asian still soiled panties once more and reluctantly hands them back to her teacher. “People might see…” she tries to voice her concerns about the words she had been forced to write, now burned into her skin. Her professor finally looks up at that, her simpering smile on her face. She reaches out and pushes up Hermione’s skirt once more, the bright red words ‘cum depository’ across her mons exposed. Umbridge digs the fingernails of her other hand across the still sore letters, causing Hermione to cry out once again. “Yes, precisely, Miss Granger, people might see what a Mudblood whore deserves,” she says before moving her hands away and refocusing on her work. “I’ll see you in the Great Hall later.” Hermione spends the rest of the day dreading dinner. She skips lunch in fear of the professor changing her mind about the time, spending most of her time in the library instead. Harry and Ron are too busy playing Quidditch to notice her strange behavior; even when dinner rolls around, they don’t question her unusual silence or her complete lack of appetite. For her own part, Hermione can’t seem to stop herself from looking up to the high table where her professor is staring hungrily back down at her. Her situation only becomes obvious when the meal comes to a close and she is summoned to the front of the room at the same time as the rest of the teachers and the students fourth year and below are asked to leave. “It has come to my attention that some of the students in this school are not appreciative of the Ministry’s efforts to protect you all,” Umbridge addresses the assembled students after the other teachers and younger years have been escorted out and the doors sealed. “Miss Granger, here, is one of them, and today she will demonstrate what happens to those who defy the Ministry.” Hermione, standing next to her teacher, cannot bear to look out at her peers, and instead keeps her eyes down on the floor. “She is about to receive a caning for which japanese each strike is equal to one point lost by her house this past week. As a Gryffindor, that brings your total up to 132 pussy strikes, isn’t that right, Miss Granger?” At the announcement of exactly what her next punishment will entail, Hermione immediately looks to her Professor in shock. Her body starts shaking in fear at the thought of receiving so many more strikes on her already sorely abused bottom, but she knows better than to show defiance at this point. So, with tears stinging her eyes, Hermione nods. “Yes, Professor Umbridge.” From the Gryffindor table, Hermione instantly hears shouting and protests, to which Umbridge decides to add chinese an additional 18 strikes “for an even 150 strokes.” Gathering her courage, Hermione chances a look out at her classmates. My trousers up, my cock caught japan uncomfortably against my tummy and waistband, japanese I ran after Lizzie. It was incredible. “You build up the potential to affect spacetime inside of you,” I stated, my mind dissecting his words. What normally happened was that Matt brought his friends over around 2:30 and they had an hour or so until his youngest sister Carly arrived home. I had to rock both Hikaru and pussy Christie for two hours last night before they fell asleep. When I told her that she could have kept her knickers on she said, “I wasn’t wearing any. “I won’t. We might as well make an early night of it as there will be no more TV tonight I think. Janis brought her hips off the ground and jerked convulsively in rhythm with Amy’s thrusting fingers. My desire for asian sex was building, I wanted everything involving sex. I lay on the mat, opened my legs and looked at my little audience. So I arrived outside his house at 7.30 and for some reason something told me not to go in. I pondered for a moment and then turned round and went home. chinese As my cock began to fully harden again, I began gentle thrusts, and watched for her reaction. My next problem was what to wear.