"Have you collared someone, Lucifer?" Nat asked, staring at Hermione's neck.
"Yes. This is my new pet. Say hello to Nat, pet."
"Hello."
Lucifer squeezed her hand.
Nat nodded and smiled. "How did a bastard like you get a girl like that?"
"I gave her a spanking she couldn't forget."
Nat seemed to think that was a joke, because he laughed loudly and waved as Lucifer pulled her away. "Lucky son of a bitch."
Lucifer led her to the first door on the right, and she found herself in what appeared to be a music room.
A grand piano sat angled in one corner and framed sheet music hung on the walls.
Far more interesting was the naked girl bent over a man's lap to her immediate right.
Girl's bum had turned beet red, and Hermione wondered how long the man had been spanking her to make it such a color.
He smacked her hard and fast, but the girl remained totally still and silent.
Hermione knew she'd be bawling if Lucifer hit her like that.
A small cluster of people surrounded the scene; Lucifer led her closer and pulled her to stand in front of him.
His hands went around her waist, holding her tightly to him as they watched.
After another minute, the girl's bum started to go purple. Hermione cringed.
The man stopped and shook out his hand then tilted his head to either side, cracking his neck.
"Please, sir, may I have more," the witch begged.
The man sighed and started spanking her again.
Lucifer leaned down to Hermione's ear. "I know her. She can orgasm from the spanking alone, and she'll keep begging for more until she comes."
"I don't think that man is going to last much longer, sir," she whispered back.
Lucifer smirked. "Then she'll go find another one."
Hermione watched in fascination as the spanking went on and on. The man stopped after another five minutes and rubbed his shoulder.
"Please, sir, may I have more?"
"Dammit, woman! Give me a minute."
Lucifer took her hand and pulled her toward the back corner.
An older man, with silver threading through his temples, slowly spanked a woman dressed as a schoolgirl.
She had dark brunette hair in bunches, her face hidden by them.
The man would give her a few smacks then rub her pussy, whispering to her as he did so.
Lucifer pulled Hermione further to the left of the gathering and stood her where she had a prime view of the girl's bum.
Her legs were spread, so Hermione could clearly see her pussy.
When the spanking paused again, the man used both hands to open her wide.
A liquid shine of clear cream gleamed in the girl's folds.
His fingers penetrated her slick pussy, and the woman arched her back for more.
Lucifer's lips went to Hermione's ear again. "Look how wet she's getting. She's just like you, pet."
Hermione nodded but couldn't take her eyes off the sight.
She'd never seen another woman's spread sex, and she was quite interested.
The other girl had much bigger inner lips than her own; it reminded Hermione of the irises in their garden at home.
Lucifer smirked at her unblinking expression. "What do you think? Doesn't she look nice and juicy?"
Hermione nodded. "It's pretty, sir."
Lucifer grinned. "Would you like to get a closer look? I know that person. He wouldn't mind."
"How much closer, sir?"
"Do you want to look, or do you want to touch?"
"Um . . . just look, sir."
He nodded and walked her forward a few steps.
When they stopped only a few feet away, and the man glanced up, smiling in recognition at Lucifer.
Lucifer gestured that they were just looking, and the older man nodded that it was fine.
Lucifer took Hermione a step closer and stood behind her with one arm draped around her shoulders.
Hermione gripped that arm with both hands as the spanking started again.
She tried not to look at the other people gathered around.
With her and Lucifer standing so close, they'd become just as visible. 'It's okay. No one knows it's me. I'm just some faceless girl in the crowd . . . who really fancies a closeup view of a spanking.'
Lucifer rested his other hand on her bum and felt her shiver. He pulled her closer, rubbing her cheeks.
When the other man touched the girl's pussy, Lucifer slid his fingers to Hermione's gusset.
She panted as the girl was spread open again.
Now that they were so close, they could hear what he was whispering.
"You're soaked, you naughty girl. The whole room can see your wet pussy, and they know what you want next. You're not getting it until your bottom is good and red. What do you say?"
Hermione barely heard the whispered, "Please punish me, sir."
The spanking started again, and Hermione jumped at the sudden increase in intensity.
The girl started crying, and Hermione bit her lip, feeling bad for her.
The man continued for at least twenty more hard swats, and when he stopped again, his fingers went right to her clit, rubbing in small circles.
A muffled moan came from the girl, and Hermione guessed she had her mouth sealed tightly to stay quiet.
The man used his left hand to give her four more hard slaps while his right continued to massage her clit.
Her right leg shook a few times, and she moaned louder, jerking a little.
Hermione wasn't totally sure the woman was coming until she slumped down afterward, and it was obviously over.
Lucifer whispered to her. "Did you enjoy that, pet?"
"Yes, sir."
"Let's move on. There's much more to see."
"Yes, sir."
He led her back out to the main room, and they headed toward the next closest room to the right.
There were two men, maybe in their early twenties, snogging on a love seat along the wall as they passed through the main hall.
Hermione watched with wide eyes.
They looked as if they were going to tear each other apart.
The boy with his back pressed to one arm reminded her of Harry with his black hair sticking up in all directions, but this boy was taller and thinner.
The other wizard had floppy, sandy-blond hair and was a little more muscled than his partner.
Lucifer saw the way she gaped at them. Stopping, he turned her to face them. "Would you like to watch?"
The two boys didn't even seem to notice they were being observed, and she felt as if she'd invaded their privacy.
Lucifer backed up and leaned against the arm of the nearest couch, pulling back her bum to rest on his crotch.
She could feel him hard between her cheeks and ground herself against him.
His hand came around and eased into her knickers, his middle finger slipping over her clit.
The sandy-haired boy reached down and palmed the bulge in the other's jeans, and the black-haired boy hissed as he ripped open his own flies.
Hermione looked on in surprise as the blond one shoved the material aside and squeezed the other boy's cock as though he wanted to jerk it clean off.
Sandy Hair pulled his face away and panted, "You like that? Are you going to come?"
The black-haired boy groaned and tore open his friend's trousers in answer.
Sandy Hair pushed away from the love seat and growled, "Turn over. Now!"
Hermione didn't think she could blink if she tried.
The black-haired boy put one knee on the sofa and one foot on the floor and leaned over the arm.
Sandy Hair pushed his own trousers below his hips then yanked down the other one's trousers so hard
Hermione thought they would rip.
After spitting in his hand, Sandy Hair pumped his cock a couple times then spit in his hand again and spread it on the other boy's hole.
Hermione winced and backed into Lucifer as the sandy-haired boy entered the other with a loud grunt. 'Ow. Bloody hell. That cannot feel good.'
The black-haired boy gritted his teeth and hissed, but she saw him furiously pumping at his own cock.
The sandy-haired boy leaned down and bit the back of his shoulder then looked over and saw them watching.
"We've got an audience. I think she likes your cock, Vincent."
Vincent glanced over, looking dazed, and scanned Hermione up and down . . . or maybe he was checking out Lucifer.
She couldn't tell. He let out a growly moan and came all over the arm of the love seat.
The other one thrust about five more times and came too, baring his teeth as he jerked against Vincent.
Lucifer pulled his hand off her clit and rubbed over the front of her knickers so her juices seeped into the material. "You certainly liked that. Let's see what else you like."
Her clit throbbed as he guided her away, leaving the two boys panting on the love seat behind her.
They entered another large room, and Hermione couldn't decide where to look.
To her right a woman paddled a man, who was bent over a chair, his trousers round his ankles.
In the back right corner, a man caned a much younger man (who was naked and very hard).
Right in front of her stood a larger group of people watching something she couldn't see yet.
Lucifer led her slowly past the first two then to the edge of the large group.
Pulling her in front of him so she could see, Lucifer smirked when she went still.
A man was using a riding crop on a pretty brunette woman, who was on her knees with her bum in the air.
Once again, Hermione was at a loss of where to look.
The crop snapped at the brunette's cheeks and pussy.
Spread out before the brunette lay a honey-blonde woman, and the brunette had her face buried in the other girl's snatch.
The blonde whimpered and undulated on the carpet, and judging by her face, she was ready to climax.
The man with the crop said loudly, "You'd better not be coming, Marta! I'll thrash you within an inch of your life if you let me down again."
"Which one's Marta?" Hermione whispered to herself.
The young girl to her left thought Hermione was talking to her and whispered, "The one on her back. She came without permission earlier. This is her punishment."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Punishment?"
The young witch (who wore a purple corset and pink knickers, which reminded Hermione of a candy shop) smiled and nodded.
"She's not allowed to orgasm. This has been going on for an hour."
Purple Corset suddenly noticed Lucifer and looked surprised. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there."
"It's all right," he said, nodding. "What about the woman getting the crop?"
Purple Corset grinned. "Just a volunteer. She's the third one. I'm going to offer to go next."
Hermione blinked. 'That's brave. I wonder how many pussies she's licked in her life.'
She didn't look that old, maybe twenty-two.
Lucifer's hand slipped down the front of Hermione's knickers, and she let out a rough sigh as he started circling her clit.
Purple Corset smiled at her and went back to watching the show.
It felt glorious; Hermione dropped her head back onto his chest. His warm breath hissed over her ear.
"I don't want you to come yet. Just enjoy the view."
"Yes, sir," she whispered back.
The brunette used both hands to hold open the other girl's lips, and Hermione could hear her moaning with every flick of the riding crop.
When it slapped her vulva, she moaned louder.
Hermione wondered how she was breathing with her face buried in the other girl's pussy.
Lucifer whispered in her ear again, "Look how wet the girl on her knees is."
As if she could miss it. The girl had no pubic hair.
It looked a little odd, but it also made it extremely easy to see how wet she was.
'You wouldn't get pubes in your mouth either.' "Sir? How'd she do that? A razor?"
Lucifer grinned. "Probably a depilatory item . . . unless she's with someone who's into shaving."
"Do you like it, sir? It looks very clean."
"Hmm," he muttered, mulling it over. "I don't know. Maybe it's a generational thing, but I don't have a problem with bush. Plus . . . something about it reminds me of an over-plucked bird."
Hermione bit her lip. Even if Lucifer didn't like it, she wanted to try it sometime just to see how it felt.
'Maybe he'll like it once he goes down on it', she thought.
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