"Please inform the class that you spoke in error and that you support the Ministry's efforts to protect the students of Hogwarts!" asian "I—I'm sorry, Professor, but I cannot do that." She doesn't expand on her words—doesn't say that she does not believe the Ministry has the good of the students, or even Hogwarts in mind, and she certainly doesn't say that she believes they're operating based on their own agenda, but it doesn't matter in the end, her refusal to take back her earlier accusations seal her fate. "Then there is only one course of action," Umbridge declares. "Please stay after class for a lesson in respecting your betters." In the future, in her more lucid moments, Hermione will wonder what would have happened if she had just left with Harry and Ron after class that day, but she didn't. She obeyed her teacher and stayed in her seat until Umbridge beckoned her over to the fireplace. "Come with me, Miss Granger; you have a punishment scheduled with the Minister." Hermione gulped, fear sinking deep into her bones as she steps into the fireplace. She hears Umbridge call out their location—Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office—and wonders what they could possibly do to her. Standing beside her professor in the Minister's office, Hermione is frozen when the command reaches her ears. "Please remove your clothes for your punishment, Miss Granger," Umbridge instructs her. Hermione shakes her head. "No!" she protests, "You can't possibly expect me to do that—you can't possibly make me!" The smile on Umbridge's face is impossibly cruel. With a pointed look to the silent but ever-watchful Minister, Cornelius Fudge, Umbridge replies, "On the contrary, Miss Granger, I have the express permission of the Ministry to keep the students of Hogwarts in line, and I do expect you to comply with any and all orders. Now, strip for your punishment." With shaky hands, Hermione slowly unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. She chances a glance at Minister Fudge and can see his eyes watching her closely. She sucks in a breath before continuing, pushing chinese her skirt down her hips and stepping out of it. Her hands reach for the tie around her neck, but Umbridge stops her. "The tie can stay, as can your shoes and socks, but the bra and panties need to go." Shame enveloping Hermione completely, she reluctantly complies with the order. Her hands reach behind her to unhook japan her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then she hooks her fingers in her panties and pulls them down. "Leave them just around the ankles, Miss Granger," Fudge speaks up for the first time. Hermione nods her understanding, her face flushing with further embarrassment as she complies, pushing her panties down to her ankles before standing back up. "Now, bend over and hold onto the desk facing Minister Fudge," Umbridge takes over again. When Hermione complies, closing her eyes so she doesn't japanese have to see the Minister's face as her own gets even redder. "Feet further apart, and your nipples should graze the surface of the desk," Umbridge corrects her. Hermione spreads her pussy legs apart as far as she can manage without feeling unbalanced and lowers her torso so she can just feel the wooden desk against her exposed nipples. She has to remember how to breathe. "Perfect posture, Miss Granger," Umbridge finally says. "Now for your punishment. If it isn't obvious to 'the brightest witch of the age,' you are about to be caned twenty-five times. After each hit, you are expected to count it and say 'thank you, Professor, may I have another,' if you forget to count, say thank you, or ask for more, the count will start over. Is that clear?" Hermione, eyes still closed, nods her acknowledgment, "Yes, Professor." It isn't enough that they're going to punish her…they also want to humiliate her into begging for her punishment to continue. "Excellent," Umbridge says, and Hermione shudders at the twisted delight that can be heard in her voice. "Let's begin." And without a moment to compose herself for the punishment to come, Hermione feels the cane come down hard on her ass. Jeff led the horse over to Deb and tied him to the post above her head. I japan looked around. “I’d rather you pussy cut it off.” My cum fired into her. She had never seen him before, asian he had glasses on and smelled like cigarettes. She wrapped her leg around him and clung to his broad shoulders, crying out incoherently. “We’re going to get him expelled.” "Have him turn around," she told us. Kyle and Jamal easily lifted her out of the pool and sat her on the edge facing Jamal who was still standing in the water. She was all for that. A moment later I turned her around and began to unzip her dress and pulling it down. Smiling I strip my clothes off. They disappeared from the stage and reappeared in the audience, fully clothed and worn out. All she could think of was feeling Zach's long hard shaft entering her. “You okay?” I asked instead of doing just chinese that. Her hand found my cock and she explored it with her fingers and hand. "Sounds like we have an agreement, what will you have?" “Samus!” I moaned. “Let me repeat, you really don’t want this,” and with that she waved in front of my face what was obviously a cock-gag with straps, japanese but this one was quite long and bulbous and glistened with several rows of short, shiny, sharp-looking spikes. He was too strong but my mouth was closed, I could smell the sweat from his balls as his dick was pressed against my locked lips and face. We both went to different colleges after high school and I didn't see her again until I graduated from college and started the first job of my career. Tony and Hank had never mentioned it either but now that I heard Tony’s comments I realized he was saving it for Bertrand.