May 4th: Bad Wives Deserve a Spanking
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Bad Wives Deserve a Spanking
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Harry
Word Count: 1583
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 4: Spanking
Author's Notes: I don't think I've ever written anything centered around spanking. Hopefully it turned out okay!
"Did you seriously finish ALL that wine?"
"Mmm," Daphne said sleepily, ignoring the voice and stretching out on the couch with her eyes closed.
"I know there wasn't much left from your girl's night with Astoria last night, but you promised to save me some," the voice complained. Stupid voice.
"I was bored," she said, still refusing to open her eyes. "You were out with Ron again, and Tori had to work today, cuz she's got a stupid job that makes her work on Saturdays. Stupid.
"As if I wouldn't have rather stayed home with you today," the voice replied. "Ron kept pestering me at the bar last night until I agreed to go with him to the Chudley Cannons museum. It was the sorriest thing I've ever seen."
"Stupid," she said again.
"I can't argue with you there," the voice conceded. At least the voice was learning that she was always right.
"And don't you forget it," she said. Or at least tried to say. Her mouth was feeling really dry all of a sudden. "Need some water," she mumbled.
"I'll get that for you," the voice offered, but she was already halfway off the couch and onto her feet.
"I can get it," she said, waving her hand dismissively. She started making her way towards the kitchen, blinking her eyes to try and wake herself up. "I didn't drink THAT much...oof!"
She lost her footing as she stepped from the carpet of the sitting room onto the hard floor of the kitchen, stumbled forward and instinctively reached out for whatever she could grab onto for balance. She avoided falling flat on her face by grabbing onto the edge of the kitchen table. Unfortunately, in doing so she knocked a bag off the table and onto the floor. She had no clue what was inside the bag, but the sound of crashing glass couldn't be a good sign.
"Oh, that's just lovely," the voice grumbled from behind her. She turned and opened her eyes wide, now fully awake.
"Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly at her husband. She looked down at the bag, which judging by the label could only be memorabilia Harry had just brought back from the Cannons museum. "Let me just grab my wand and fix whatever it was I just broke."
"That's not going to be much help," he said, frowning down at the bag. "You could repair the glass, sure, but the wizards obviously fled the picture frame in fear. No way they're coming back."
"Ah," she said, not sure what else to say. Then, "Wait, why'd you buy a picture from the Chudley Cannons museum?"
"Framed picture of the team from the last time they won the league, in 1892. It was supposed to be a present for Ron," he explained. "I bought it while he was distracted so I could surprise him for Christmas. Not that it's going to do me any good now."
"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'd offer to pay you back, but we share all our money now we're married, so..."
"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug. "Not like I emptied the vault on it or anything."
"Right," she said, relieved he wasn't truly angry with her. But still, she felt the urge to do something to make it up to him. Something to turn his day around...
"I think I need to be punished," she whispered.
"Excuse me?"
"I was bad, Harry. You should punish me." She turned away from him, placing her hands on the kitchen table again and bending over, sticking her bum out towards him. She wiggled it for added effect. "Give me a spanking."
When they'd first started dating, Harry would've blushed and stammered in embarrassment at this point. But she'd long since broken down his inhibitions and gotten him to embrace his inner pervert, ready to cross over into something sexual at any time (and in any place, for that matter.)
"I believe you're right, Miss Greengrass," he said sternly, effortlessly slipping into character. Okay, she had to be honest; Astoria had been a huge help in getting him to hone his role-playing skills.
"Mrs. Potter," she corrected, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I'm Mrs. Potter now."
"Ah, how right you are," he said with a smile. "And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't discipline my new wife when she stepped out of line?" He stepped up behind her and flipped her skirt up, then yanked her panties down to expose her bum. "How many spanks do you think you deserve, Mrs. Potter?"
"How much did the picture cost?" she asked, staring straight ahead again. He ran his hand across her bare bum teasingly, and she shivered in anticipation.
"Slightly under ten Galleons. But ten's a nice even number, so we'll round up."
"Ten isn't enough," she gasped. 'My arse wouldn't be nearly red enough after only ten', she thought privately.
"What was that?" he questioned, continuing to rub her arse.
"Ten isn't enough," she repeated. "You went to all that trouble to get a present for your friend, and I ruined it. I deserve double the punishment."
"So twenty spanks then?" She nodded her head emphatically. "I would've allowed you to get away with ten, but it's admirable that you're so willing to accept full responsibility for what you did. Very well, twenty spanks it is. Count them off."
His hand stopped rubbing her bum, and she held her breath, waiting for the other shoe (or hand, in this case) to drop. There was a long delay as Harry, the cheeky bastard, made her wait for it. And then...
"One!" she called clearly. It was a warm-up smack on her right bum cheek.
"Two!" This one, to her left cheek, was only slightly harder.
"Three!" Back to the right, pretty much the same.
"Four!" To the left, a little harder. This was about as hard as he'd been willing to spank her the first time they'd tried this. He'd been too afraid, worried he might hurt her. But now...
"Five!" That one stung a little bit.
"Six!" Yeah, now he was getting into it...
"Seven!" This was just what she needed!
"Eight!" How long had it been since he'd spanked her like this?
"Nine!" Far too long!
"Ten! Holy shit, Harry, harder!"
"No talking!" he barked.
"ELEVEN!" She flinched on that one. The authoritative Mr. Potter might've been upset by her speaking out of turn, but he'd definitely listened to her plea.
"TWELVE!" The sound of his hand smacking her arse was getting progressively louder, echoing throughout the kitchen, and she shouted louder and louder in return.
"THIR--teEN!" she yelped. He surprised her that time, spanking her left cheek for the second time in a row instead of alternating from one to the other like he'd been doing.
"FOURTEEN!" The third straight hard smack on her left cheek. It was starting to hurt now, but it was a good hurt.
"AH, FIFTEEN!" Four straight. If she could see her arse right now, she was sure she'd see his handprint on her left arse cheek. Instead she stared straight ahead, doing all she could to control her moans so she could continue to obediently keep count.
"SIXTEEN!" As her neglected right cheek finally received another swat, she wondered if it would be worth disobeying after all and potentially forcing him to start back over at one.
"SEVENTEEN!" Another to the right cheek. He'd surely be disappointed with her if she followed through on her thought, but maybe she'd be able to earn his forgiveness by dropping to her knees and sucking him off right there in the kitchen. They hadn't done that yet, at least not in this new house.
"EIGHTEEN!" But in the end, she decided to be a good girl. A fresh new set of spanks would be great, but that would just delay their first fuck on this brand new kitchen table.
"N-NINETEEEEN!" She could feel herself almost panting at this point. After four straight smacks, her right cheek was surely just as red as the left by now. As much as she was enjoying this spanking, she was now looking forward to it being over. Not because she was in pain, or couldn't take any more, but because at this point she wanted nothing more than for him to pick her up, throw her on top of the table and shag her brains out.
"TWENTY!" she shouted, loud and clear, as the fifth straight spank connected with her pale (or formerly pale, at any rate) right arse cheek.
"What do you say?" Harry asked, his voice gentler now.
"Th-thank you, sir," she said breathlessly. As she stared down, she noted that she'd gotten a bit of drool on the table. Good thing Astoria had a job today and wasn't here to see this, or she'd never let her live this down after her teasing last night.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Potter." He gently rubbed her arse, massaging the same areas he'd just turned red, and she sighed at the soothing touch.
She broke away, shimmied her panties the rest of the way off and laid her fully body weight onto the table, chest-first. Best to avoid putting any pressure on her poor bum right now.
"Let's break this table in properly, Mr. Potter," she said, grinning over her shoulder as she watched him unzip his trousers.
Characters or Pairing: Daphne/Harry
Word Count: 1583
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 4: Spanking
Author's Notes: I don't think I've ever written anything centered around spanking. Hopefully it turned out okay!
"Did you seriously finish ALL that wine?"
"Mmm," Daphne said sleepily, ignoring the voice and stretching out on the couch with her eyes closed.
"I know there wasn't much left from your girl's night with Astoria last night, but you promised to save me some," the voice complained. Stupid voice.
"I was bored," she said, still refusing to open her eyes. "You were out with Ron again, and Tori had to work today, cuz she's got a stupid job that makes her work on Saturdays. Stupid.
"As if I wouldn't have rather stayed home with you today," the voice replied. "Ron kept pestering me at the bar last night until I agreed to go with him to the Chudley Cannons museum. It was the sorriest thing I've ever seen."
"Stupid," she said again.
"I can't argue with you there," the voice conceded. At least the voice was learning that she was always right.
"And don't you forget it," she said. Or at least tried to say. Her mouth was feeling really dry all of a sudden. "Need some water," she mumbled.
"I'll get that for you," the voice offered, but she was already halfway off the couch and onto her feet.
"I can get it," she said, waving her hand dismissively. She started making her way towards the kitchen, blinking her eyes to try and wake herself up. "I didn't drink THAT much...oof!"
She lost her footing as she stepped from the carpet of the sitting room onto the hard floor of the kitchen, stumbled forward and instinctively reached out for whatever she could grab onto for balance. She avoided falling flat on her face by grabbing onto the edge of the kitchen table. Unfortunately, in doing so she knocked a bag off the table and onto the floor. She had no clue what was inside the bag, but the sound of crashing glass couldn't be a good sign.
"Oh, that's just lovely," the voice grumbled from behind her. She turned and opened her eyes wide, now fully awake.
"Sorry," she said, smiling sheepishly at her husband. She looked down at the bag, which judging by the label could only be memorabilia Harry had just brought back from the Cannons museum. "Let me just grab my wand and fix whatever it was I just broke."
"That's not going to be much help," he said, frowning down at the bag. "You could repair the glass, sure, but the wizards obviously fled the picture frame in fear. No way they're coming back."
"Ah," she said, not sure what else to say. Then, "Wait, why'd you buy a picture from the Chudley Cannons museum?"
"Framed picture of the team from the last time they won the league, in 1892. It was supposed to be a present for Ron," he explained. "I bought it while he was distracted so I could surprise him for Christmas. Not that it's going to do me any good now."
"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'd offer to pay you back, but we share all our money now we're married, so..."
"Don't worry about it," he said with a shrug. "Not like I emptied the vault on it or anything."
"Right," she said, relieved he wasn't truly angry with her. But still, she felt the urge to do something to make it up to him. Something to turn his day around...
"I think I need to be punished," she whispered.
"Excuse me?"
"I was bad, Harry. You should punish me." She turned away from him, placing her hands on the kitchen table again and bending over, sticking her bum out towards him. She wiggled it for added effect. "Give me a spanking."
When they'd first started dating, Harry would've blushed and stammered in embarrassment at this point. But she'd long since broken down his inhibitions and gotten him to embrace his inner pervert, ready to cross over into something sexual at any time (and in any place, for that matter.)
"I believe you're right, Miss Greengrass," he said sternly, effortlessly slipping into character. Okay, she had to be honest; Astoria had been a huge help in getting him to hone his role-playing skills.
"Mrs. Potter," she corrected, looking back over her shoulder at him. "I'm Mrs. Potter now."
"Ah, how right you are," he said with a smile. "And what kind of husband would I be if I didn't discipline my new wife when she stepped out of line?" He stepped up behind her and flipped her skirt up, then yanked her panties down to expose her bum. "How many spanks do you think you deserve, Mrs. Potter?"
"How much did the picture cost?" she asked, staring straight ahead again. He ran his hand across her bare bum teasingly, and she shivered in anticipation.
"Slightly under ten Galleons. But ten's a nice even number, so we'll round up."
"Ten isn't enough," she gasped. 'My arse wouldn't be nearly red enough after only ten', she thought privately.
"What was that?" he questioned, continuing to rub her arse.
"Ten isn't enough," she repeated. "You went to all that trouble to get a present for your friend, and I ruined it. I deserve double the punishment."
"So twenty spanks then?" She nodded her head emphatically. "I would've allowed you to get away with ten, but it's admirable that you're so willing to accept full responsibility for what you did. Very well, twenty spanks it is. Count them off."
His hand stopped rubbing her bum, and she held her breath, waiting for the other shoe (or hand, in this case) to drop. There was a long delay as Harry, the cheeky bastard, made her wait for it. And then...
"One!" she called clearly. It was a warm-up smack on her right bum cheek.
"Two!" This one, to her left cheek, was only slightly harder.
"Three!" Back to the right, pretty much the same.
"Four!" To the left, a little harder. This was about as hard as he'd been willing to spank her the first time they'd tried this. He'd been too afraid, worried he might hurt her. But now...
"Five!" That one stung a little bit.
"Six!" Yeah, now he was getting into it...
"Seven!" This was just what she needed!
"Eight!" How long had it been since he'd spanked her like this?
"Nine!" Far too long!
"Ten! Holy shit, Harry, harder!"
"No talking!" he barked.
"ELEVEN!" She flinched on that one. The authoritative Mr. Potter might've been upset by her speaking out of turn, but he'd definitely listened to her plea.
"TWELVE!" The sound of his hand smacking her arse was getting progressively louder, echoing throughout the kitchen, and she shouted louder and louder in return.
"THIR--teEN!" she yelped. He surprised her that time, spanking her left cheek for the second time in a row instead of alternating from one to the other like he'd been doing.
"FOURTEEN!" The third straight hard smack on her left cheek. It was starting to hurt now, but it was a good hurt.
"AH, FIFTEEN!" Four straight. If she could see her arse right now, she was sure she'd see his handprint on her left arse cheek. Instead she stared straight ahead, doing all she could to control her moans so she could continue to obediently keep count.
"SIXTEEN!" As her neglected right cheek finally received another swat, she wondered if it would be worth disobeying after all and potentially forcing him to start back over at one.
"SEVENTEEN!" Another to the right cheek. He'd surely be disappointed with her if she followed through on her thought, but maybe she'd be able to earn his forgiveness by dropping to her knees and sucking him off right there in the kitchen. They hadn't done that yet, at least not in this new house.
"EIGHTEEN!" But in the end, she decided to be a good girl. A fresh new set of spanks would be great, but that would just delay their first fuck on this brand new kitchen table.
"N-NINETEEEEN!" She could feel herself almost panting at this point. After four straight smacks, her right cheek was surely just as red as the left by now. As much as she was enjoying this spanking, she was now looking forward to it being over. Not because she was in pain, or couldn't take any more, but because at this point she wanted nothing more than for him to pick her up, throw her on top of the table and shag her brains out.
"TWENTY!" she shouted, loud and clear, as the fifth straight spank connected with her pale (or formerly pale, at any rate) right arse cheek.
"What do you say?" Harry asked, his voice gentler now.
"Th-thank you, sir," she said breathlessly. As she stared down, she noted that she'd gotten a bit of drool on the table. Good thing Astoria had a job today and wasn't here to see this, or she'd never let her live this down after her teasing last night.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Potter." He gently rubbed her arse, massaging the same areas he'd just turned red, and she sighed at the soothing touch.
She broke away, shimmied her panties the rest of the way off and laid her fully body weight onto the table, chest-first. Best to avoid putting any pressure on her poor bum right now.
"Let's break this table in properly, Mr. Potter," she said, grinning over her shoulder as she watched him unzip his trousers.