Harry's head swims once more and he bellows, "CISSA!"
Moments later, the spell work protecting the door comes down and the blond rushes through the opening, wand in hand. "What is it master?"
Harry waves his hand and the door slams shut and the two women can feel the magic sealing the door. "Did you know about this?"
Cissa says, "Know about what master?"
Bella speaks up, "I just informed our current master of the identity of my original master."
Narcissa cringes, "Yes master. I knew that Sirius was my sister's master."
Harry begins pacing and Bellatrix hits her hands and knees. Narcissa watches her master walking the room like a caged lion; a part of her fears much for her sister's skin for revealing this information but another part knows that she brought any reprisal down upon herself.
Harry finally looks at his kneeling thrall, "Cissa, your sister wants a beating but I am not up to it tonight. If I go into that, I might go overboard. Would you please administer it for me?"
Bella looks crestfallen as she retakes her feet, "But master..."
Harry suddenly thunders, "SILENCE!"
Both of the women are instantly on their knees with their foreheads pressed against the floor.
"Bellatrix, you have asked for a beating and I have arranged one, be grateful that I don't punish you even more thoroughly."
Bella looks up, "How so master?"
"Bellatrix, I, as your master, forbid you orgasm until further notice. Narcissa, as your master, I charge you with a duty."
"What is that duty master?"
"You are to take you sister to the room that she prepared and then you are to beat her. It is my wish that the beating be extreme enough that she not be able to sit comfortably for a week."
"I understand master." Narcissa stands up, "Come Bella."
Bella stands up with a shocked look on her face. She should have known better than to bait her master. His wording when delivering the punishment invoked the magic of that binds her to him. Her body will not allow itself release until he rescinds his order.
Harry watches the pair leave and he shakes his head, a part of him wants to follow them and beat Bella to within an inch of her life.
"Those two certainly have a gift for upsetting the balances in my life." Harry once more resumes pacing, "How is it possible? Sirius was a good man, but if what Bella says is true, then how well did I truly know him?"
Harry is still pacing when Tonks sticks her head in the door, "Is everything alright master?"
"I think so Dora. Why, is something wrong?"
"Well, since I can hear Aunt Bella screaming bloody murder even through the silencing charms, I kinda wondered what she did to anger you."
"She just baited me when I was already in a bad mood."
Tonks closes the door behind her and seals it, "Master, what did she say to you earlier? I mean, you don't normally bellow for someone."
"Bellatrix just gave me a rather poignant surprise about Sirius."
"What did she tell you?"
"That during their Hogwarts days, Sirius was Bellatrix's master."
Tonks looks at Harry for a moment and then slaps her forehead, "Of course. No one would ever have thought to tell you about his past."
"You mean that you knew too?"
"Yes master, I did. It's an open secret in the Black family that most are twisted to one degree or another. Please do not punish me too harshly."
"Relax Dora; I don't intend to punish you at all."
"Then why Bella?"
"Initially because she requested it; then it got compounded when she deliberately baited me."
"Ah... thank you for explaining master. What is gnawing on your mind now though?"
"What Bellatrix said about Sirius. A part of me still equates the causing of pain to someone, especially if you care about them, with becoming evil. Yet, now I find out Sirius did the same thing."
"Master, Bella has been twisted almost since birth from what I've been told. She enjoys the pain, just as Cho enjoys sodomy; it is merely the way that she is. If she requested to be beaten, then it was because she actually wanted to feel the sting from your hand."
"But that's the problem Dora; I can barely bring myself to punish her when she breaks one of the rules."
Tonks looks at Harry, "Master, if you wish to punish me for this question, I understand completely. My question for you master, is this: If Bellatrix truly wishes to be beaten, she will find a reason. Would you rather she deliberately broke your rules and exposed herself to risk? Wouldn't it be simpler, easier, and safer, to merely punish her when she asks for it?"
Harry can feel the urge to strike out at the waiting woman well up inside of him, but he forces it down and makes himself think as he continues to pace.
Nymphadora Tonks breaths a sigh of relief that her master hasn't already set her punishment; she kneels down and waits for him to make up his mind.
Harry's feet set a familiar path, back and forth across the room. He thinks, "Is she right? It would be safer to merely give her the beatings when she asks for them rather than running the risk of what might happen should Bella seek to force me to punish her." Harry stops and looks at his thrall who is suddenly kneeling. "You do raise several good points. You can also cross any punishment off of your own list. You were helping me to sort out my own thoughts and I thank you for that."
Tonks looks up, "It was a pleasure master. So I am not to be punished?"
"Correct, you were helping me and I will never punish you for doing that."
She stands up, "Thank you Harry. What will you do now?"
"My sentence against Bella stands. Hopefully she will learn not to push me too far after this."
"What exactly was her punishment?"
"Cissa is currently beating Bella's behind, with specific instructions that Bella is not to be able to sit comfortably for a week."
Tonks smiles, "So I guess she gets what she wanted after all."
"Not really. She is also forbidden from climaxing until I allow her to."
The Auror winces, "That's cruel master."
"I know, but I truly wish to make a point."
"I imagine that you will succeed in that master."
"Can I help you with anything else Dora?"
"Not really Harry. I just came to see what was up with my aunts."
"Very well my Nymph."
"Actually master, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Not really. I'm going to be wrapping my mind around this new version of Sirius for a while."
"I understand master. But what you need to remember is that he was still the good, honest man you knew, he just enjoyed some rather particular pastimes."
Harry nods his head and resumes his previous course.
"Are you sure I can't do anything to help master?"
"What did you have in mind Dora?"
"Master, not to be crude; but have you gotten off yet today?"
Harry blushes, but doesn't pause as he says, "No."
"Then that might be a good place to start. Sex does help you to relax master."
Harry stops and sputters for a minute while the pink haired woman laughs on the inside.
"Master, you need to learn one hard fact."
"Which is?"
"That we live to serve you. We've been leading you when it comes to intercourse because you are so damned noble."
Harry blushes as he goes back to pacing, "It's just that... Well, with you and the others bound to me... You see..."
Tonks smiles, "I think I do see master. You don't want to take advantage of us, knowing that we literally cannot refuse you. What you fail to comprehend master, is that you cannot take advantage of us. Our greatest goal in life is to serve and please you. If that means I never stand up straight because you like to see my arse, then so be it."
Harry blushes again, but doesn't stop.
Tonks makes up her mind and hopes her master doesn't retaliate too badly for what she's about to do.
Harry doesn't even notice that his thrall is approaching him before she grabs him by the collar.
She uses a little move from Auror training to put him on the ground.
Harry grunts in protest as his back hits the stone floor. When Tonks grabs his trousers and pulls them down, he shouts out in protest only to have her cast a silencing charm on him.
Tonks drops her robe to the ground and pulls her skirt up, flashing Harry with her cunt. "Come and get it master. Get up and claim what's yours by right or don't you have the balls?"
Harry's anger builds up as he climbs to his feet. The raw magic running through him destroys the silencing charm. "You want me to take it huh? Then I will."
Tonks is surprised when Harry grabs her by the arm and physically throws her thee feet and right into the desk.
Harry doesn't even consider Tonks extreme amounts of training as he moves behind her and grabs her by the neck.
Tonks yelps as Harry's fingertips seem to instinctively dig into the pressure points in her neck. She starts to regret doing this as he pushes her across the desk, leaving her bum exposed.
Harry growls out, "So," whack he smacks one cheek of her arse, "you, whack, "want," whack, "me," whack, "to," whack, "be," whack, "more," whack, "aggressive," whack. "How," whack, "do," whack, "you," whack, "like," whack, "this?" Whack.
Tonks has tears in her eyes as Harry says the last bit. She hopes that this plan succeeds as he resumes speaking.
"You," whack, "all," whack, "want," whack, "me," whack, "to," whack, "take," whack, "control," whack, "but," whack, "none," whack, "of," whack, "you," whack, "will," whack, "tell," whack, me," whack, "how" WHACK.
Tonks can barely bite off a scream as her arse screams in protest. She thinks, "Anger might not be the best way to go, but if it works, this will have been worth it."
Harry moves so he's directly behind the bent over woman and admires her bright red bum for a moment. He keeps one hand on her neck and squeezes a bit harder as he grabs one cheek roughly and pulls them apart.
Tonks winces and tries desperately to focus enough to loosen up once her masters' intent becomes clear.
Harry aims his rod at Tonks backdoor and enters her violently.
The Auror screams in pain, knowing that she brought this down upon herself.
The young wizard slams his hips forward until he is buried completely in her. He pulls almost all the way out before he drives forward again.
Tears are flowing freely down Tonks face. Her master has been pounding away at her helpless arse for over twenty minutes now, his rage giving him inhuman stamina.
Finally, Harry's rage starts to subside and his body starts to actually report what's going on. The wave of pleasure that sweeps over him unexpectedly carries him over the edge to bliss.
Tonks has no warning before she hears her master roar loudly and a hot liquid shoots into her beaten bum.
When Harry's senses start to return, he realizes what he's done.
As Harry pulls away from her, Tonks whips around and grabs him in a hug before locking her lips with his. Both of their ears are ringing before she finally lets go of him. "Thank you master."
"What are you thanking me for? I just..."
"Did exactly as I had asked you. I wanted you to be more assertive and take control. You did both those things, true, I prompted you a bit, but that does not matter."
"You're serious Dora?"
"Completely serious master. I might not have come, but I have an extreme amount of pride in myself for having served you as well as I did."
"This is going to take some getting used to. I'll try to be more pro-active, but, honestly, Narcissa was my first time with a woman."
Tonks leans in and chastely kisses his forehead, "Don't worry master, you will get better at the gig so long as you work at it."
Harry shakes his head, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation.
Nymphadora drops to her knees and quickly kisses Harry's feet before she stands up again, "Will there be anything else master?"
"I don't think so."
"Very well master, should you need anything, please let me know."
Harry redoes his trousers and sits down in the chair at his desk and brings his Occulmency training to bear to get his mind in order.
Each of the thralls can sense their masters' quandary, even Bella as she endures her punishment.
Harry is still trying to sort out the particulars of the situation when sleep claims him later that evening.
The next morning Bella is walking very tentatively as she walks from the room after giving her master a pensive look.
Narcissa says, "I hope you will forgive me master, but I needed to make an alteration to your punishment."
"What sort of 'alteration'?"
"Well master, to inflict the required damage would have seriously injured my sister, which I did not believe was your intent. Thus, instead, I inflicted a very severe caning last night and she will receive no less than thirty blows from the cane between every class, more if I so choose, for the next seven days. Is this acceptable master?"
"Yes it is. You accurately read my intent and executed it properly."
"Thank you master. Now the next question I have is rather self-serving. Am I to be punished for disobeying you?"
"Perhaps you would be, if you hadn't gotten the spirit of my order correct. As is you will receive no punishment."
Narcissa bows her head, "Thank you master."
Tonks mentally sighs, as it would appear her arse suffered for no good cause.
That night after all their homework is done, Harry is once more reading in the study, looking for what he does not know; only that it is there.
Tonks grabs her mistress and almost drags her into the bedroom.
"What's so urgent Tonks?"
"Hermione, I need your help with something and I need you to listen and think before you react."
"This has to do with your bond to Harry right?"
"It does."
Hermione sits down, "I'll try, but I can't guarantee how successful I'll be; but I will try."
"Thank you mistress. We need your help getting Harry to take control of us mistress."
Hermione crushes her instinctive proclamations concerning the women's freedom, "Explain please."
"Mistress, please understand, each of us derives pleasure from pleasing our master. However, in the realm of sexual interactions, he has shown a marked unwillingness to assert control. We all love how gentle he can be, how undemanding, but we are also are frustrated by it sometimes. Like there's a part of us that is never satisfied, now matter how much we may make our master orgasm or how we degrade ourselves for him. This part is instilled in us by the Curse, I will admit that, but that does not mean that we don't feel it."
"So where do I come in?"
"It's quite simple mistress. To satisfy this part of us, we actually need him to start taking the initiative."
"I still fail to see where I come in."
"Very well mistress, to be blunt, we would like you to speak to our master about taking more control of our intercourse."
Hermione blushes slightly, "I still don't see how I can help."
"Mistress, think! You have been a rather vigorous defender of the rights of such creatures as the House Elves. You are also his friend and the woman he loves. Of all of us, even the other retainers, you are the only one who stands a chance of convincing my master to actually take command. I already tried talking to him and tried prompting him, which resulted in my arse getting it rather badly, but nothing else. Aunt Bella might have it the easiest of all of us."
"What do you mean?"
"She enjoys the pain mistress. If she needs to she can always prompt the reaction she desires. That still is less than completely satisfying though."
Hermione's mind clicks into gear now that she has an example to work by. "You mean that, for Bellatrix, she would prefer it if, after a hard, stressful day, Harry would come back here, take her to that room, and beat her?"
Tonks smiles, "In essence correct."
Hermione sits down on the bed and starts to think. "Alright, I think I might have a way to pull it off, it's going to embarrass the life out of me and him, but it might work. However, I need your help."
"How may I help Mistress?"
Hermione blushes, "I need to know what sort of bent you enjoy."
"You mean like Bella's love of pain?"
"Yes."
Tonks smiles, "If I had one request it would be that he start to use my ability in bed. I love the fact that he loves me for myself, but I wouldn't mind granting him a fantasy or two."
Hermione blushes as a rather nice scene flashes through her mind.
"Perhaps my mistress has a request?"
"Maybe later Tonks; for now, I also need to know Narcissa's bent."
"As you will mistress, but I would like to know what your fantasy is. Regardless, my other aunt is something of a private exhibitionist. An oxymoron, I know, but allow me to explain. She enjoys teasing our master. Her love of fine clothes is a sublimation of that desire."
Hermione nods her head, "I'm trying to workout my plan of attack here Tonks. I'm certain that I could get him on both your case and Bellatrix's. Narcissa is proving more of a challenge."
"Perhaps she should be brought into the conversation mistress."
"It would probably be for the best."
Tonks leaves and returns a minute later with Narcissa. "How may I help you mistress?"
"We were discussing some things Narcissa and we need your help."
"I shall do whatever I can to aid you mistress."
Tonks says, "We were talking about ways to get our master to take command and our mistress has an idea."
"In essence it comes down to this, Harry is, was, and most likely shall always be a man of action. If you want Harry to take command, then you have to give him something he can do to accommodate you, otherwise all you'll do is frustrate him."
The two older women exchange looks and slap themselves in the forehead. Tonks says, "We're connected to the man's mind and she still knows him better than we do."
Hermione blushes, "I've just known him longer."
"Still mistress, very insightful and it may be what finally brings our master out of his shell."
"So, anyways, the key to getting Harry to take command is to give him something he can do to assert dominance. One act that you can use to break the ice. It should be easier once that happens."
Narcissa says, "Very well mistress, what do you need?"
"We have an act for both of the other two; I only need one from you."
The blond blushes, "Well, there is one thing I'd like to do for our master more frequently."
"What would that be?"
Cissa turns away as her blush deepens, "I'd like to perform fellatio on him in some partially pubic locations."
The other two look at each other in surprise.
Hermione says, "It may take some work for that Cissa, but if you work it up bit by bit, it could happen."
Cissa give her mistress an odd look, "How so?"
"So far, you've only performed Fellatio on him behind closed doors correct?"
"Correct mistress."
"Well, start taking it to slightly more public locations. Ambush him in our common room for example."
Cissa and her niece exchange looks before they both fall to their knees and kiss Hermione's feet. "Thank you mistress, you may have just solved most of our problems."
"Don't thank me until Harry agrees."
Tonks smiles and says, "Don't worry mistress. Even if he doesn't agree, which I doubt, you will have gotten him to start thinking, which is most of the battle."
Hermione shakes her head. "Is Harry still in the study?"
"Yes mistress."
The bushy haired witch turns and Cissa says, "Should we come with you mistress?"
"It probably wouldn't hurt."
The three quickly move to the study where Harry is reading a book. He looks up, "Hello, what's up?"
Hermione crosses the room and sits down, "Harry, we need to talk about some things."
Harry marks his place and sets the book down. "Why do I have a feeling I'm not going to enjoy this?"
"Because this is going to be embarrassing for both of us."
Harry nods his head and his eyes focus on Tonks, "You recruited reinforcements to help make your case?"
Tonks blushes as she looks at her feet, "Yes master."
Harry nods as he leans back, "Alright let me hear what you have to say."
Hermione takes a moment to organize her thoughts. "Alright Harry, let's start at the beginning. Harry, your Thralls have an inborn desire to serve you, but they also have a smaller part that wants to be subservient to you." Harry starts to speak up but Hermione interrupts him, "I know Harry, you don't want to take advantage of them and we all respect you for that. However, in not taking the lead, you are not just denying yourself; you are denying them satisfaction as well."
"I suppose you have a solution handy?"
Hermione smiles, "Yes I do. Each of the ladies has a scene of sorts she would like you to ask for whenever you feel the urge."
Harry crosses his arm, "Such as?"
"Harry, I know this is blindsiding you, but please listen. I know you've never had a girlfriend before Cho, but this is like anything else, if you work at it you will get better."
Harry nods his head, mulling over Hermione's words, "Alright, I'll try."
"Thank you Harry. Now, do you want to hear the scenes?"
"Might as well. At least you've finally found something solid for me to work on."
Hermione barely suppresses her grin, "Some of these will be uncomfortable to think about but please listen." Harry nods his head and Hermione continues, "For Bellatrix, I think you can guess part of it."
"Yeah, beat her when she asks for it."
"Partially correct Harry. Actually, she doesn't want to have to ask for it. If you have a very bad day, she wants you to come back, grab her, and beat her until you feel better." Harry starts to object but is cut off again, "I know you're scared of going Dark, but so long as she's willing, you won't."
Harry reluctantly nods his head in agreement.
"Alright, next let's deal with Tonks. Her request is almost as obvious to me, but would be obscured to you."
Harry sighs, "Let me guess, she wants to be told to take different forms."
Tonks says, "Partially master. But, before, when other guys asked for changes, it was because they saw me only as a shag toy. You see me as a real person and while it pleases me that you care for me as myself, I won't mind if you asked for a few changes every now and then."
Hermione studies Harry's face as he stares at Tonks.
The Auror can feel her masters' mind brushing against hers. She lowers her shields and allows him to sense the truth in her words.
"Very well Dora. It won't be a routine thing, but, I'll try to remember."
Hermione blushes slightly as she remembers her own fantasy. "Alright Harry, that leaves only Cissa. Any guesses on this one?"
"Not a clue really."
"Master, my own desire is a bit out of character for me, but it is still what I wish."
"Go ahead Cissa."
"I would like to perform Fellatio on you in a public locale."
Harry looks at Hermione, "Falsetto?"
Hermione blushes again, "Oral sex."
Harry's head snaps around to look at Cissa in shock.
Narcissa blushes as she looks down at her feet, hoping that her master doesn't believe her to be a slut.
"I can't say I'm overly thrilled about the request, but I'll see what I can do."
"Harry, perhaps I have a solution."
All eyes turn to the bushy haired witch.
"I know this may be slightly against spirit of this, but perhaps you could arrange a set date and time."
Harry looks at Hermione oddly, "What did you have in mind?"
Hermione blushes slightly, "Well, if you were to plan this, erm, event, for say Friday night at five in the afternoon in the library. That way, we could set up things so you two won't be disturbed and both of you get to see if this is something you can work with."
Harry turns to Cissa to ask if that works for her, then he remembers what prompted this entire incident, "Very well then, Friday, in the Library at five o'clock in the afternoon. Dora, please go and arrange for the others to act as guards."
"Yes master," came the response before she leaves the room.
"Narcissa, how far have you gotten on the research?"
"Not as far as I would have liked master. Some of the references are a bit obscure. I have finally managed to isolate the various sections."
"Very good; last full moon was last night; I want that potion ready before the next if at all possible."
"As you will master," she says before she also departs.
"Hermione thank you for helping to clear this matter up. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Hermione stands up and kisses Harry's cheek, "Not right now, but mark it down for later, Honey."
Both of the teens blush and Hermione hurries out of the room.
Harry shakes his head, wondering once more how his life got so complicated. If only he had a clue.
Remus is at #12 while Alastor is guarding the Grangers. The transformation was particularly brutal and Moody had outright offered to watch the pair of muggles for the next several days, allowing the werewolf to recover.
He's in the attic looking through old boxes when he encounters an odd chest. The chest has Prongs personal emblem on it.
Moony smiles as he undoes the magic seals that the four friends had spent many a week weaving together.
As the final spell gives way to Remus' expert touch, a familiar script appears on the top of the chest, "Mr. Prongs would like to congratulate Mr. Moony on finding this chest and undoing the spells. Mr. Prongs would like to humbly request that Prong junior not find this if Mr. Prongs and Ms. Nightshade are still alive. If neither Mr. Prongs nor Ms. Nightshade are still amongst the living, Mr. Prongs would ask Mr. Moony and Mr. Padfoot to take this trunk to Prongs junior and explain about the Mr. Prongs and Ms. Nightshade choose to live their lives." The next words shock the hell out for the werewolf, "Please Remus, I'm counting on you to make him understand."
Remus is crying freely and he collapses in front of the chest. "I will James, I will."
The silver haired man doesn't know how long he just sat there crying before he manages to drag his scattered wits back.
With but one wave of his wand, Remus redoes the spells on the trunk, smiling remembering how many times their arses were saved from McGonagall because of how quickly the spells could be reset.
He reaches down an opens the chest to find a menagerie of wadded up clothing and other junk. He chuckles as he says to the empty room, "Fifteen years and those charms still haven't lost any of their power, damn we were good back then."
Remus is humming a happy tune as he levitates the chest and magic's the chest to follow him down the stairs.
In the kitchen, Remus grabs a pinch of Floo powder and throws it into the fireplace. He sticks his head in and says, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmasters office."
The world spins for a second before it clears up and he sees Albus sitting at his desk.
"Headmaster."
"Ah, Remus, how may I help you?"
"Mr. Moony would like to respectfully request to be allowed entrance to the office of one Mr. Longbeard."
Albus laughs merrily, "May Mr. Longbeard respectfully inquire as to the purpose of Mr. Moony's visit?"
"Mr. Moony is requesting to visit because he located something of Mr. Prongs' along with instructions to takes said item to Prongs junior should neither Mr. Prongs nor Ms. Nightshade be alive."
Albus sobers up immediately. He closes his eyes and focuses for a moment, "You may come through now."
Remus pulls his head back and grabs the chest before Flooing to the Headmasters office.
Albus looks at the chest inquiringly, "I remember seeing that trunk before. Sirius was intent on showing it to Harry, but then Harry arrived in such a foul mood, Sirius decided to hold off until he was in a better frame of mind. Would you happen to know what it contains?"
Remus glares at the old man for a moment, "Yes I do and if you try reading my mind I will rip you in two."
Albus was just trying to pierce the werewolf's mind as he utters the last words. He jerks back into his chair violently.
"Albus, Albus, Albus, I might not be an Occlumens, but my condition requires me to know my own mind if I wish to control the wolf. Consider this a standing threat, try to read my mind again and they'll have to pull your head out of your arse, literally!"
Dumbledore's face is whiter then his beard, knowing full well that not even Hagrid could restrain a determined Remus. "Very well Remus. I would like an explanation but I won't try to pry it out of you."
"Smart move old man, very smart. I'll ask Harry if he minds me telling you and I will abide by his decision."
"Very well then, I will have a house elf escort you to Harry's suite."
A moment later, a house elf appears and leads the man to the suite.
In the common room, he finds Neville and Ginny snuggling together, reading a book while Ron and Luna are no where to be seen.
"Hi guys."
The pair looks up and smiles. Ginny says, "Hello Remus, you here to see Harry?"
"Yes I am; where is he?"
Just then Cissa appears in the hall, "Ah, Mr. Lupin, I presume you are here to see my master."
"Correct Narcissa."
"Very well, sir; he's just finishing a conference. As soon as he is done, you may see him."
"Thank you," Remus says as he moves down the hallway followed by the chest.
Hermione smiles at Remus as she leaves the study she smiles at the older man, "He's available Remus, but be careful, he's had a shocking day as is."
The werewolf shakes his head and walks into the study.
Harry looks over and sees Remus stroll in, "Remus, what brings you here."
Remus levitates the trunk into the center of the room, "I found something of your parents that James apparently wanted you to have."
"Odd, any idea what it is?"
Remus blushes, "From the message James left, I suspect I do. Harry, what you are about to hear is going to change your view of your parents drastically."
Harry looks at the man for a moment before shifting his gaze skyward.
Remus doesn't need Legilimency to know what the young man is thinking. "I take it this isn't the first rough conversation you've had today?"
"No, I think this will be number three, the first two made several legitimate attempts to give me a heart attack."
The werewolf winces at the sharp tone of Harry's voice. "Unfortunately pup, this is going to be number three."
Harry stands up and starts to pace, taking Remus back decades once more. "I suppose there's nothing to be gained by delaying this so, let's hear it Remus."
The older man winces again, hoping that Harry doesn't decide to shoot the bearer of bad news. "Pup, you are going to want to sit down for this."
Harry reluctantly sits down, "I am liking this less and less."
"Harry, how much do you know about Sirius' past?"
"You mean before Hogwarts. I know he was a Marauder and today I come to find out he was Bella's first master."
"Oh Merlin, no one ever told you?"
"No they didn't. The thing about open secrets is that not everyone is in on them."
For a moment, Remus wishes the old dog was here, just so he could strangle him. "Alright, well, the next bit is going to be even more of shocker."
Harry draws his wand and hands it to Remus, "I suspect it would be best for both of us if I can't cast a spell when I hear this news."
Remus looks at the wand for a moment, "You know, I hate to say it but you're probably right. Well Harry, you see James and Lily lived, well, an alternate lifestyle."
Harry sits back and grabs the arms of his chair, "Explain please."
"Err, well, erm, uh, you see, um, you know the sort of games Bellatrix enjoys?"
"Yessssssssssssss."
"Well, Lily kinda, well, she, err, you see, ah, Lily, um, she liked to play the same types of games with James."
Harry's reaction does not disappoint, "/WHAT?!?!?!/"
Remus looks at the standing teen, his mind alternating between wondering how he stood up so quickly and if these will be his final moments on Earth.
Harry starts to stalk back and forth across the room.
Remus starts to wonder just how much time James spent with Harry as a baby and he chuckles.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You, you look so much like James right now it's hilarious."
"Remus..."
The menace in Harry's voice sets the werewolf off again.
Harry's anger and surprise bleeds away as he looks at the man clutching his sides as he rolls on the ground.
Remus tries valiantly to regain in his laughter, but when he sees the confused look on Harry's face, he falls apart again.
Harry shakes his head and goes back to pacing, trying to digest the latest piece of news.
Remus thinks his chest is about to explode by the time he manages to get his laughter under control. He wipes the tears from his eyes as he climbs back into his seat.
"Have a good time, Chuckles?"
"I'm sorry Harry, but everything about you at that moment of time was so perfect, I could honestly have been looking at James. Whenever he was stressed and needed to think he either went flying or paced and when I harassed him like I did you, he'd growl at me almost exactly like you did."
Harry shakes his head as his feet trace the familiar path.
Remus looks at Harry and decides to find out just how much Harry is like James, "You'll wear a hole in the stones if you keep that up."
Harry doesn't even look at Remus as he extends his arm and flips the other man off.
Remus busts up laughing again, "Harry, you need to be your own man, but Merlin, you are acting just like James used to."
Harry just shakes his head and keeps walking.
"Anyways, pup, from the message James left, I suspect this was one of his and Lily's, err, um, they called them 'toy boxes' that they used to store some of the things none of the parents would approve of should they be found."
"Alright... Why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me?"
"Well, pup, it's just that I don't know how much this will alter what you think of James and Lily. If I know you at all, you instinctually associate the causing of pain and the like with going Dark, correct?"
"Before today, I would have said correct, but right now, I am not so sure."
"Dare I ask?"
"Bella wanted me to help her engage in her twist, I declined which in turn lead to a rather enlightening series of discussions which ended with me having a rather unpalatable decision to make."
"That decision being, and don't worry about offending me, I, well, helped Sirius a few times with Bella."
"The decision was basically, do I beat her upon request or do I deny her, forcing her to break one of my rules to prompt punishment, and thus exposing her to risk?"
Remus winces, "Ouch. Unpleasant decision, what did you finally decide?"
"For now, she's learning a lesson about pushing me when I'm in a bad mood to start with."
"Ah, she's having trouble sitting I take it?"
"Indeed, and she will continue to have the same problem for the next three days."
"She cross the line that badly?"
"Partially but some of it is that I wish to make a point."
"I understand, she does need to be reminded every so often about her place. Anyways, back on track. Since you've already started to disassociate causing pain with going Dark; that alleviates a good deal of the problems. So, the next thing you should know is that they both enjoyed the BDSM lifestyle Harry, in fact, sometimes Lily went even further out there than Bella does."
Harry barely makes it back to his chair before his legs give out on him, "Say that again."
"Harry, you have to understand, Lily was a beautiful woman, one of the three brightest witches I have ever met, and that is including both Hermione and Ms. Lovegood. However, she knew one fact about humanity that few people ever grasp. We all have our excess Harry, the little things that we retreat into during times of stress. For me, and generally Hermione, that is books; for you, until this year, it was flying; you don't want to know what Padfoot's excess was. For Lily, it was the game as she called it. There, she could give up control and not have to be in charge of things; I suspect Ms. Granger is going to follow the same path sooner rather than later. James enjoyed playing her counterpart, being able to exercise absolute, unquestioned command. He enjoyed wielding the lash because it was good exercise, especially for a Chaser. During their time, the pair of them acquired a large selection of items that could be used in that pursuit. They left a trunk with Sirius during the summer knowing that he could hide it and once he moved out, he simply changed the hiding spot. I'd guess that he stored it at #12 shortly before he was sent to Azkaban. James wanted you to have this and for you to understand the lifestyle that they choose to lead. Merlin, I wish James were here today. They could teach you how to take your thralls right to their limit without crossing that line."
Harry nods his head, "Well, let us see what's in there."
Remus smiles as he stands up, "Allow me. The four of us, excluding Peter, spent almost a month trying to find the right combination of spells. You see, when you try to combine spells, you can sometimes get rather... interesting results. How we ended up causing anyone who tried to open the chest to turn into a rabbit, I never will know. In this case, the charms make it look like there's wadded up clothes and other miscellaneous junk in here if you don't undo the spells properly."
Remus undoes the spells and opens the chest.
Harry looks in and almost passes out. There's a muggle picture of his mother on top of the other stuff. Only she's naked, has her back turned towards the camera and is pulling her arsecheeks apart showing that she's wearing a buttplug.
Remus chuckles at the shocked look on Harry's face. He picks up the picture and looks at the back before he breaks out laughing again, "Harry read this."
Harry hesitantly takes the picture and reads the script on it. "Dear Harry, James and I hope that you need never find this, but if you do, always remember this: we loved each other, whatever games we played, whatever fights we may have had, we loved each other. Also, the picture was James' idea as a parting joke. I hope we're with you now, laughing at the look on your face. My love forever and for always, Lily."
Harry wipes a gentle tear from his face. He laid the picture facedown on the table, "You know, I might just have to give that to Ron as a present."
Remus chuckles again, "He and Ms. Lovegood playing some of the games your parents did?"
"Apparently, though I make it a point not to ask."
"Ah, the same tact I frequently took in regards to both James and Lily and Sirius and Bella."
Harry nods and turns his attention back to the chest. It appears to be enchanted to have a great deal more room on the inside. He sticks his head in and can see a large room filled to the brink. Whips, chains, and other devices of torture that Harry can't identify, he grabs something he can almost identify, it looks like a clothespin, but it's metal and a great deal shorter; it also has a weight attached to it for some unknown reason. "Do you know what this is?"
Remus looks at the item Harry comes up with and starts to laugh again, "That, Harry, was one of the few items Lily never did care for. It's called a 'nipple clamp' that one has a weight on it for added effect."
"Do I dare ask how you know so much abut my parent's personal lives?"
Remus blushes, "Well, James was always very generous with his friends, and as much as I hate to admit it, he also had a big mouth. He and Sirius would often compare notes during our research parties. Whatever other faults those to might have had, when it came right down to it, they could dig up information even better then Ms. Granger can."
Harry nods his head, "Alright, we should probably get Bella to help sort this out."
Bella answers her masters' summons and the three start to go through the contents of the chest.
Finally, Remus departs, citing the hour and the chest is less than one third explored.
That night Bella welcomes her master back to her rectum in a slow and steady round of love making.
The days pass gently until finally Friday night arrives. Luna seems slightly spacier than normal while both Harry and Cissa are highly nervous.
Harry, his Thralls and retainers move quietly to the library and spread out. Luna is stationed near the door leading out of the library and Ron is at a table just out of sight. The others station themselves around the room while Harry and Cissa move to the back wall.
Narcissa takes a deep breath as she drops to her knees and undoes her master's trousers.
Harry leans back against the bookshelf as she frees his cock.
Cissa takes the tip of her master's staff into her mouth and sucks gently on it.
Ron is pretending to read a book but one hand is already under the table. He moves his fist up and down on his rod as he pictures Luna on her knees sucking him off.
He's so distracted that he misses when she crawls around the corner and under the table.
Harry moans as Narcissa continues to bob her head up and down, taking most of her master in her oral cavity.
Ron suddenly feels Luna take the tip of his cock into her mouth. He pulls his hand back, surprised that she's being so bold. To his surprise, he feels Luna take his entire length in her mouth, but when he hits the back of her throat, she hesitates for only a moment before she takes him into her throat. Ron bites his lip as he tries to keep from moaning.
Harry meanwhile casts a small privacy charm as he groans in pleasure. Cissa is taking things nice and slow. She is gentle massaging his balls while she slowly bobs her head up and down on his cock.
Ron shoots off with a groan as Luna starts to hum with him still in her throat.
Harry is enjoying taking things slowly for once but decides to bring things to their climax. He takes a breath and hopes this doesn't backfire.
Narcissa is surprised when her master grabs her by the hair. Her curiosity is sated when he starts to thrust in and out quickly, using her mouth like he would her pussy. She reaches down and starts to finger herself as she enjoys being used by her master.
Harry pulls out before he comes and shoots his seed onto her face. Finally, he says, "Leave my cum in place while we walk back to the suite."
Ron says, "Thank you Luna."
On cue, Luna Lovegood walks around the corner and into Ron's line of sight, "You are welcome Ronald." She walks over to the table, "Did you enjoy yourself Millie?"
Millicent Bulstrode sticks her head out from under the table and is licking her lips, "Yes I did Luna. You weren't kidding about how good he tastes."
Luna looks at her boyfriend as first shock then panic move across his face. As he pushes his chair back, she lays a hand on his shoulder, "Calm down Ronald. I have everything under control."
They hear Harry shout out, "Ron, Luna, we're heading out."
Luna returns the shout, "Go ahead we will catch up."
They hear the doors to the library open and close.
Luna looks back to her still panic stricken boyfriend, "Ronald, please trust me as I trust you."
The words seem to work magic on the young man and the look of terror soon passes from his face, "Alright, what happened here?"
Millicent crawls out from under the table, but stays on her hands and knees.
"Millie here has a rather extreme crush on you Ronald. I will not explain at the moment exactly how I discovered this fact."
Millicent blushes madly at Luna's comment.
"The fact remained, that under normal circumstances, she would not have a chance, given your instinctive distrust of her House; which is not entirely unjustified. However, once you and I started dating and then became Retainers, I talked to her concerning her crush. We worked out an arrangement. She is willing to be your slave while I remain your girlfriend if you so wish."
Ron looks at the two for a moment, "You really have that much faith in me Luna?"
"Yes I do Ronald. I do not believe you will leave me for a quick piece of arse, especially not when you can have both."
Ron smiles, "You have a point, but I suspect that there is more to this than you are saying."
Luna smiles, "Because there is Ronald. Millie here assented to a concession for my assistance. You see, you have inadvertently granted her one of her fantasies, and she would like for you to grant her another."
"Which is?"
"She is quite interested in being sodomized by you Ronald. However, as part of my concession, she will also be performing cunnilingus/ /upon me while you enjoy taking her rectum."
Ron looks at first Luna than Millicent, who suddenly isn't looking as horrid as he thought at first. "The being bumfucked, I understood, but I didn't understand what your part was."
Millicent speaks up, "It means master, that I will be eating her out while you take me in the arse."
Ron nods in understanding, "How do you want to work this out Luna?"
"I was planning on climbing onto one of these tables without benefit of knickers and facing the far end. Millie will then bare her arse to you. She will then proceed to put her tongue to work on my vagina while you sodomize her."
Ron nods as he stands up, his rod at full staff.
Luna smiles as she pulls off her robes and gives her boyfriend a hell of a surprise. She's wearing neither skirt nor knickers.
The stupefied young man watches his bottomless girlfriend climb onto the end of the table and spread her legs.
Millicent goes over to the table and stands up before she pulls up her skirt; revealing a large, if very trim, set of buttocks. She then leans over the table, tightening them even further.
Luna moans as Millie sets to her task.
Ron drops his pants to his knees as he shuffles to behind the bent over girl.
Millicent shudders in anticipation as a pair of strong hands grab the cheeks of her arse.
Ron presses the tip of his cock at Millie's brown pucker when Luna speaks up, "She is completely prepared Ronald, oh yes Millie, that felt good, so you may be as rough as you like. I expect her to be screaming pain."
Ron shakes his head, but lacking a counterargument from the person in question, he shoves his hips forward and buries himself up to the balls in her.
The Slytherin screams into Luna's pussy as she climaxes.
Ron quickly sets a brutal pace, pounding the woman's bum with a vengeance.
Luna is on cloud nine, each scream from Millie takes her a bit closer to the edge.
Each time Ron buries himself in her, Millie screams a bit at the combination of pain and pleasure. She instinctively reaches her arms behind her and crosses her wrists as she continues to eat Luna out.
The blonde sees the actions of the other woman and reaches up to grab a hold of her wand. She casts a binding charm on Millie's wrists just before her world explodes.
Ron's control is fraying as he starts to recite Quidditch rules and scores.
Millie orgasms again as Luna binds her wrists tight, the only thing that keeps the fantasy from being perfect is the lack of a spanking before hand.
The contractions from her orgasm are the death knell for Ron's control and he shoots off violently.
Luna is coming down from her own orgasm when she sees Ron come. She instantly rolls off of the table and reaches into her robe. She pulls out a buttplug and goes to beside her boyfriend. She grabs his wand, not the one buried in Millie and places it in his hand. She then takes his hand and taps the plug with his wand.
Ron can barely register what Luna is doing. When she takes his wand from his hand and puts something else in it.
Luna helps Ron pull out of Millie and takes the hand with the buttplug in it and guides it to her asshole. One slight push and it is buried in her behind.
Ron doesn't even notice the slight flash as he collapses back into his chair.
Millie stands up slowly, getting used to her newest accessory, "Thank you mistress."
"You are welcome; your tongue is very talented I look forward having it used on me frequently."
Millie blushes as she pulls her skirt down, "If he was a bit more awake, I'd suck him off right now, but that will have to wait for another day."
"Very well, I shall see you later then."
Ron barely catches the final words as he comes around. He sees Luna still naked from the waist down as Millicent Bulstrode walks out of the library.
Luna puts on her robe, "Ah Ronald, fully cognizant I hope."
"Luna, did you just set me up?"
"Hook, line, and sinker is the muggle phrase I believe."
Ron pulls up his trousers as he stands up. "Luna..."
"I know Ronald, I willingly submit to any punishment you wish to impose on me."
"Good, we'll see if Harry will let us use that room again."
"According to Bellatrix, Harry meant that we were welcome to use the room at any time so long as he was not using it already."
Ron nods his head and grabs Luna's arse as they leave the Library.
The couple makes the short walk to the suite without meeting anyone else. As they close the portrait, Luna says, "Actually Ronald, I'm somewhat disappointed in you."
"What for?"
"You missed a golden opportunity to start my punishment."
Ron looks at her for a moment, "Alright, explain how please."
"You know that I am currently without any type of garment below the waist and I stated in the library that I would submit to any punishment you wished to impose upon me. The opportunity that you missed was that you could have told me to remove my robe and walk back here bottomless; thus humiliating me greatly, which is considered by many, including myself, to be an excellent form of discipline. The trek is so short the odds of us meeting anyone were slight at best. Also at the same time, if you wished to extend my humiliation, you could have stopped periodically to have me lean against the wall for a spanking."
Ron's face goes the color of his hair, "Maybe, and you're right, I didn't think of that, but then I also would have been under obligation to hurt anyone we came across."
"True, perhaps we can attempt that punishment later."
Ron shakes his head and leads Luna by her arse into the other room.
Neville and Ginny are curled up on the sofa reading a book together and Ron doesn't even glare at the boy, knowing how much he cares for her.
Neville looks up and nods at the pair, "Harry said he was going to be in the sturdy for a couple of hours and asked not to be disturbed."
"Thanks Nev."
The boy goes back to studying his girlfriend while the other pair go down the hall to Harry's section and use the second door to Bella's private room.
They open the door and find that the room is currently being used.
Narcissa says, "Come in, we're almost done."
The pair enters the room to find Bella strapped over one of the blocks, her rump already red and Cissa standing behind her holding a birch cane.
Luna immediately walks over and examines Bella's arse, "How many strokes has she taken?"
Cissa smiles, "She has taken fifteen strokes so far and she still has five remaining."
"May I see that cane for a moment?"
The older blond hands the cane over.
Luna takes the implement and gives it several experimental swings, causing a disturbing whistling. "Would you mind horribly if I were to deliver a blow? I wish to see the results for myself."
Narcissa chuckle, "My master did instruct me to deliver the punishment, but I don't believe he would even be slightly irked if you wish to help."
Luna says, "Thank you," as she takes a position behind Bellatrix. She draws her arm back and delivers a textbook blow, earning a pain induced screech.
Narcissa takes the cane back from the teen with a surprised look on her face.
"A very nice tool; I must remember to have Ronald use it on me."
Cissa shakes her head and returns to her former position.
By the time the session is over, Bella makes a mental note to beg her master to lift the prohibition against orgasm.
Luna smiles airily as the sisters leave before she turns back to her boyfriend, "So Ronald, have you devised my punishment?"
Ron shakes his head, still trying to focus after watching Bellatrix's punishment. "Not really, I take it though that you would like to get better aquatinted with that cane?"
"Oh dear, I almost forgot, I need to get it before we start." Luna bolts from the room in a flash and Ron smiles, knowing exactly what she is going to retrieve.
Luna walks back in a minute later with a vacant smile on her face. She goes over to her boyfriend and hands him the sign of her submission.
Ron takes the dog collar as Luna turns her back on him.
With practiced ease, Luna undoes her robe and allows it to drop to the ground. She then reaches behind her head and pulls her hair up, exposing her neck.
Ron leans down and sucks on his girlfriend's neck for a moment before he slips the collar on and locks it in place when it is just starting to indent the skin.
Luna yelps slightly as the redhead slaps her bum lightly after the collar is in place. She pulls her jumper off, exposing her firm tits to the cool air, "Thank you my lord, now, how decree you for my punishment?"
Ron shakes his head slightly, still having a hard time dealing with the personality change once the collar is in place. "Not yet kitten, you must remember that your lord is still very new to this."
The blond drops to her knees as she turns around. "My apologies my lord, do you wish for assistance or shall your kitten remain silent?"
Ron looks around the room for a moment, still feeling slightly lost in this world. "Hmm... I know you wish for me to use the cane kitten, so that's a given. However, I'm still considering what other toys we should play with tonight. Do you have any requests?"
Luna's pussy is dripping with anticipation as she peruses Bella's selection of toys. She makes a note to get a leash as she moves down to her hands and knees so she can crawl over to the wall.
Ron follows his crawling girlfriend, enjoying the view of her perfect arse.
She reaches the wall and sits back onto her ankles, "Lord, here is one of kitten's suggestions." She then points to one of the items hanging from the wall.
Ron follows her finger and his eyes settle on one of Luna's favorite toys, a cat o' nine tails. He reaches up and grabs the cat. He smiles at his completely unprepared girlfriend who is currently looking for another toy.
Luna can't contain her scream when Ron hits her bum with the cat.
"Yes kitten, I think I will use this."
Luna's voice is slightly husky as she says, "Thank you my lord."
A moment later, Luna is crawling once more, this time over to one of the cabinets. She opens a drawer and says, "In here is kitten's next suggestion."
Ron looks in and sees several blindfolds. He reaches in and extracts one of the pieces of cloth. "Anything else kitten?"
Luna bites her lip as she considers telling her lord of her final thought.
Ron looks at his girlfriend for a moment, "Tell me what you are thinking about kitten."
The magic in the collar compels the kneeling girl to answer honestly, "I was considering having you pierce my nipples lord."
Ron's dick stiffens at the mental image, "Later kitten, I promise you, later. For now though, I guess we should be deciding on your position during this."
Luna doesn't even try to hide her small shudder at her lord's promise. "Your kitten had a thought on that lord."
Ron is truly getting into the game as he says, "Let me hear the idea kitten, but I may punish you even further if I don't like it."
"As you wish lord, kitten thought that her lord could have her hang from her wrists off the ground while another pair of chains keeps her legs spread wide to allow you easy access to her cunt and bum."
"I approve kitten, I trust that the necessary arrangements are already in place?"
"Indeed they are lord."
"Very well kitten, show me where they are."
Luna crawls over to a spot on the floor, "Here it is lord. The chains here have been properly spelled to create the effect kitten described."
Ron nods his head, "Alright kitten, assume the position."
Luna silently grabs one of the ankle manacles and locks it in place and the then repeats the process without making a sound. She stands up, causing the chains to rattle a bit, but otherwise without making a sound. The wrist manacles are close enough together for Luna to lock both of her wrists in. "Lord, kitten is ready. The manacles will retract as soon as kitten's lord taps one of them with his wand."
Ron pulls his wand out of its sheath and taps one of the chains. They separate and shorten so quickly that Luna yelps in surprise as the chains pull her limbs tight.
Luna is suspended off the ground at exactly the perfect height for Ron to shag her.
Ron summons a table where he places the cat on the table so he can blindfold Luna.
Luna hears Ron moving around the room. She hears him go over to one wall to, presumably to get the cane but when he makes a second trip, she begins to wonder what he has in store for her.
Ron looks at his selection as he contemplates which of the three implements of pain to employ first. Finally he takes the cat in hand.
Luna hears the whistle of air being shoved out of the way a moment before she feels the cat start to claw at her back.
Ron relaxes as he brings the cat around for a return stroke to Luna's pale back. He thinks to himself, "Her skin does mark rather easy."
Luna looses track of the blows as Ron brings the cat to bear against her back. Finally, she screams out as she climaxes.
Ron lays the cat back on the table and admires his handiwork for a moment before he circles around to Luna's front. When he sees how parched her lips are, he goes over to one of the cabinets. He opens it and draws out a glass and straw. He fills the glass with water from the faucet and takes it over to where Luna is hanging. He presses the straw to her lips and says, "Drink."
Luna happily sucks down the water until Ron pulls it away from her. "Easy there now, too much too quickly and you'll get sick."
"Thank you Ronald, I had forgotten. Your mastery of the cat is getting better."
Ron returns the straw, "Thank you. Also, just for the record, I am terrified of going to far."
Luna lets go of the straw, "That is what the 'safe word' is for Ronald. If I need a break, I will use it. Though, I do appreciate your thoughtfulness in providing the drink." She then goes back to sucking down water.
Ron doesn't pull the straw back this time, "I know, but I'm still so new to this it's scary." He sees the glass is empty, "Just for my piece of mind Luna, what is our safe word?"
Ron returns the glass as Luna replies, "Lobotomy."
He returns and kisses her cheek, "Thank you kitten."
"One last thing Ronald, it is supposed to be very easy to go too far with the cane so be careful."
Ron picks up the cane, "I will be Luna."
The bound girl nods and waits.
The redhead gives the cane a few experimental swings before he assumes the right position for using the implement upon his naked girlfriend.
Luna yelps as the cane connects with her rear end, "Thank you lord that felt wonderful."
Ron shakes his head amazed at the reaction he had gotten out of a light blow.
The naked blond screams as the next blow hits her rump. Her world spins as she is suddenly transported to the very brink of orgasm.
Ron's surprised at how red Luna's arse already is from only two blows. He decides to cut this part short, only three more.
Luna screams out her second release when the third blow crosses her behind.
He shakes his head as he watches his girlfriend wither in orgasm. He holds the next blow until she is on the down swing.
The bond girl is just starting to recover from her earth-shattering orgasm when another blow hits her bum, causing her to scream, "Oh lord, thank you, more please, more."
Ron says a silent prayer as he moves slightly to the side. He takes aim and does a practice shot for the next toy.
Luna shrieks bloody murder as the cane goes right down the crack of her bum and the tip nails her sphincter.
Ron lays the cane on the table, "Are you alright?"
"Kitten is wonderful lord. The last strike was unexpected but most welcomed. Kitten climaxed again.
Ron rubs Luna's arse, surprised that it isn't red hot, "Good kitten, your lord is please about this. Would kitten like a drink?"
"Kitten would like a drink if it is lords will to give kitten a drink."
Ron goes over and draws another glass of water, "Here you go Luna."
Luna takes the straw happily once more.
"Are you really ok sweetheart?"
"I am fine Ronald, though your concern is touching. The last strike made me lightheaded from the pleasure; a repeat would not be unappreciated."
Ron returns the empty glass, "Later my love. For now, we are one to the final leg of your punishment."
"Very good lord, may kitten ask what that is to be?"
Ron is grinning evilly as he picks up the last instrument and walks around to Luna's front, "Very simple kitten. I am going to beat kitten's pussy with a nice riding crop."
Luna instantly goes stiff, "Ronald, I can not emphasis how careful you must be if you decide to go forward with this."
Concern colors his voice as he responds, "Would you rather I didn't Luna?"
"I would prefer you did not proceed with this, but I will willingly submit if that is your desire."
Ron lays the crop back on the table, "Honey, what was it you told me when we started these games? It is all in fun and games so long as both parties enjoy themselves and neither objects. As you really don't want me to go ahead with this, which you told me point blank when you used my given name; I will not go against your wishes."
"Kitten thanks lord. Kitten has request lord."
"Yes kitten?"
"Kitten would like to ask lord to sodomize her. Kitten's arse feels so empty when lord is not buried in it."
Ron shakes his head, "I really should refuse you kitten. Kitten angered me quite badly with the stunt in the library."
"Kitten apologizes lord. Kitten only wanted lord to enjoy himself."
Ron quashes his first, angry response, "What made kitten think that her lord would enjoy sex with another woman. I love kitten and only wish to be with kitten."
"Kitten knows that lord, but the girl has had crush on lord for years. Kitten found out about crush by accident."
"How, exactly, did kitten discover her crush?"
"During one of lords Quidditch matches. Kitten caught the girl masturbating. Kitten followed girls gaze and found lord there. Girls eyes never left lord the entire time."
"Say that again kitten."
"During the Gryffindor Slytherin match, kitten watched as Millicent masturbated. Kitten confronted her immediately after, in private. Millicent told kitten that she had a buttplug in place that was spelled to move in and out while she fingered her pussy. She also told kitten that it was lord's staff that she was imagining in place of the buttplug."
"Are you serious?"
"Kitten would like to remind lord that the collar on kitten's neck has a Truth Charm to ensure that kitten tells lord the truth."
Ron nods to the still blindfolded girl. "I know kitten, but it is strange."
"Kitten knows that lord, but kitten would not lie to lord even without the collar. She was masturbating while she imagined being sodomized by lord."
Ron starts to pace while Luna waits silently.
Finally Ron says, "Alright kitten, lord is still a bit drained from kitten's ambush so he will not be able to take kitten's tight arse. However, lord knows how much kitten likes it so lord will allow kitten to masturbate with a dildo, but kitten may not touch anything besides the dildo and kitten must also masturbate anally."
"Kitten thanks lord. Will lord release kitten completely or just kitten's arm?"
"Just kitten's arm as lord is still slightly upset with kitten."
Ron goes over to the cupboard and hopes he picked the right one. He's in luck as he sees a wide variety of dildo's and plugs. He selects one that is just smaller than his staff before he returns to his girlfriend.
Luna moves her arm experimentally before her boyfriend presses the dildo into her hand.
No words are spoken as Luna reaches behind her and gently presses the dildo into her rectum.
Ron watches as his girlfriend slowly works the dildo into her behind. He smiles slightly as he starts to clean the various instruments up and return them to their places.
Luna continues to follow Ron's instructions, unsure if she should feel angry at him for ignoring her while she attempted to please the both of them.
Ron says, "I am not letting kitten down until kitten climaxes."
Luna bites her lip in frustration; she knows one good tweak of her nipples would be enough. Instead, she makes her strokes a bit rougher. She finally manages to make herself come be imagining Ron using the crop on her breasts.
Ron takes the blindfold off of Luna and she sees how brightly he's smiling, "That was beautiful love."
He lets her down and helps her to lie down.
Luna smiles airily as she watches her lover clean up the room. He helps her into her robe and helps her put her jumper on.
The loving pair has no idea they'd had an audience for the entire affair.
While Luna and Ron have been enjoying themselves, Cissa grabbed her mistress and pulled her into the bedroom.
"How can I help you Narcissa?"
"Mistress, I have a request for you that I am... uncomfortable at best making."
"What is this request?"
"Mistress, I would like to teach you to be a true lady. My master does not know about this, nor will he find out from my lips."
"What do you mean by 'true lady'?"
"Do you know what the definition of a true lady is mistress?"
"I know a few, but please enlighten me on the one you are referencing."
"Very well mistress. A true lady is a female who is a duchess in the ballroom, an accountant in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom."
Hermione blushes, having never heard that particular description. She forces her mind to work through the implications of Narcissa's words. "What exactly would this training entail?"
"Primarily teaching you the social graces mistress, what manner of address to use in different situations; in essence the training you would receive in a proper finishing school."
"Very well then, I accept your offer. Although, I will admit to having some... reservations concerning the third part of your description."
Smiling, the blond says, "Don't worry mistress. I'm quite sure my master would prefer to conduct that particular training himself."
Hermione blushes at the sort of training she almost wishes the young wizard would give her.
Ron carries Luna over to one of the padded beds in the room and climbs on to it with her still in his arms.
Luna snuggles into Ron's chest, "Ronald, I regret to have to say this, but I must request punishment from Harry."
"What for, love?"
"We are both his retainers, legally and morally bound to obey his commands. Today, I deliberately disobeyed him for my own ends. I suspect he will be lenient, but I must still request to be punished."
"Why tell me Luna?"
"Because, I love you and Harry is your best friend. I want you to endorse my request for punishment. He will not risk stepping on your toes by punishing me without your consent."
"You really want him to punish you?"
"No, I do not wish to be punished by him, but I deserve it for having disobeyed him."
Ron nods his head, the lessons his family had been trying to teach him for years had finally broken through after his humiliation at the hands of Harry's thralls; duty, honor and loyalty were now more than mere words to him. "Very well love, I can't say as I'm any happier about this than you are, but I understand. If it takes my permission so for Harry to be willing to punish you, I'll give it."
Bella silently steals away from the door, having heard enough. She moves to the common room, "Neville, my I borrow Ginny for a bit?"
The boy looks at his girlfriend who nods, "Sure."
The redhead stands up and follows the ex-con. "What's up Bella?"
"I'm calling a little conference in my masters' bedroom. As soon as Luna is available, I'll collect her."
Ginny smiles, "Dare I ask what this is about?"
"I would prefer to answer everyone's questions at the same time."
"Alright, is Hermione already there?"
"Yes she is, but I have yet to inform her of the conference."
Ginny nods, "Ok, I'll tell her." The redhead continues down the hall while Bellatrix waits outside the door.
Hermione is still blushing when the door opens and her best female friend walks in, "Hiya Ginny."
"Hermione, Bella wanted to talk to the three of us alone. She'll be along with Luna shortly."
Narcissa crosses her fingers mentally, knowing what her sister has in mind.
Bella hesitantly sticks her head in to the playroom, "Excuse me Luna, but I would like to have a private word with you."
Luna looks at Ron, "Would you mind?"
"Not at all, but you might want to put on your robe."
Luna blushes as she climbs off the table, revealing that she's bottomless. She picks up her robe and Ron says, "What about the collar?"
"That is up to you my lord."
"Leave it on then."
Luna smiles airily as she slips her robe on and pulls out her wand to return it to its normal place above her ear.
Ron shakes his head as he stands up, wondering what the women would need to discuss. He looks around the playroom one last time to make sure everything is taken care of. With little else to do, he decides to go work on his CoMC essay. As Luna says, the sooner the work is done the sooner they can have fun.
Once the group of ladies is assembled, Bella seals the room. "Ladies, I have a strange proposal for you."
By the time Bella's done Hermione is blushing beet red. Luna eagerly agrees to the request, Ginny gets a highly predatory look in her eye before she nods, and Hermione sputters out her agreement.
Five minutes later, Hedgewig is winging her way to De Sade's Emporium with a special order.
As the group breaks up, Luna corner Cissa, "Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"I need to speak to Harry concerning a matter of discipline."
"How urgent is the matter?"
"Not overly urgent, but it does need to be dealt with soon."
"Very well, my master asked not to be disturbed for another hour. I will collect you when the time is right."
"Thank you, Milady."
Narcissa watches the odd girl as she leaves, wondering what she could be talking about.
Luna smiles as she enters the common room where Ron is working on his homework willingly. She thinks, "Perhaps mommy was right, men will do anything for sex."
Ron looks up in surprise as his girlfriend settles next to him on the loveseat, "Mind if I ask what that was about love?"
"It's a surprise."
Ron nods, "Alright."
Luna drops her head onto his shoulder, prouder than she'd ever imagine possible at how quickly he's maturing. Hopefully the next part of her plan doesn't backfire.
Narcissa hopes her master is feeling sociable as she sticks her head in the door to the study, "Master?"
Harry looks up, "Yes?"
"Master, Ms. Lovegood wished to speak to you about a matter of discipline. She didn't give any further details."
Putting his book down, Harry says, "Odd. Very well, bring her in here please."
The blond breaths a sigh of relief that her master is not in a foul temper.
Luna looks up when she feels a hand come down on her shoulder. "It is time for that discussion Ronald."
Ron puts his work down and the pair stands up.
To Harry's surprise both Ron and Luna enter the study along with Cissa before she closes the door; "You wished to talk to me Luna?"
"Yes I did my lord. I must ask you to pass judgment against me. You gave very specific commands concerning today's event. We were to tell nobody about what was happening and we were to keep people out of the vicinity. I broke both of those commands my lord."
Harry sits back intrigued, "Explain please."
"My lord, I discovered that a girl had a crush upon Ronald and wished to act upon this crush. When your lordship announced the event, I decided to give her the opportunity. While you were occupied, I arranged for her to sneak in and perform oral sex on Ronald without his foreknowledge."
To Harry's surprise, anger does not try to overwhelm him. "What reason did you have for making this arrangement?"
"I believed that he would enjoy the opportunity to have intercourse with a female besides myself. I also secured a bit of advantage for myself in the process."
"I won't ask what that was, but I will need a moment to consider this."
Narcissa speaks up, "There is not much to consider my lord; the girl has admitted her guilt. The only question that remains is the punishment she is to receive."
Harry's gaze settles on Ron for a moment, "Ron, you and I have been friends for too long, what do you have to say about this?"
The young man smiles, "Harry, Luna talked this over with me beforehand, guessing that you'd ask that. I won't take offence if you punish her."
Harry nods again, trying to sort out most appropriate form of punishment. "Cissa, what are the bounds of punishment for this?"
The woman in question smirks mentally, "Well master, you have a high degree of flexibility in this matter. Precedents exist for any form of punishment for a spanking to death by hanging."
Harry pales noticeably, "Well I won't be going that far."
"I realize this master, I was merely trying to illustrate the degree of latitude you have in deciding her punishment."
Luna keeps her legs locked in place only by force of will, but she can't stop the juices from running down the insides of her thighs.
Harry looks at Luna for several minutes before he says, "I have reached my decision. Luna, come here.
Luna walks too directly in front of Harry and kneels down, "Yes my liege?"
"Give me your hand."
Puzzled, the kneeling blonde extends her right hand to her lord.
Harry takes her hand in his and promptly smacks the back of her hand. "Your punishment is concluded."
Luna shakes her hand slightly as she looks up to Harry who is smiling.
"Your heart was in the right place when you tried to help Ron; the punishment was merely to reserve the right to punish you in the future if you slip up."
Luna stands up and smiles, "Thank you Lord Potter."
"Now, because of how lenient I was this time, I'll have to be much harsher next time."
"I understand Lord Potter; and Ronald has already expressed his opinion on the matter."
"In that case, I consider the matter closed."
"Thank you my liege. Can I do anything else for you?"
"Just don't do anything that will make you appear before me for discipline again."
"I shall try Lord Potter, good evening."
"Good evening Luna, Ron."
The lovers leave quickly and Cissa says, "You went much too easy on her master."
"Maybe or maybe not Cissa, from what Luna said, Ron has already punished her once for her actions and I don't want to punish her a second time for the same offence."
Cissa nods unhappily, but says no more to question the will of her master.
That night, Harry and Hermione hold each other while they sleep, while Ron and Luna share a bed for the first time
The next morning the teens are walking to breakfast, enjoying the sunny morning.
Millicent waits patiently, watching her master, waiting for a moment when she can get him alone. She takes her chance when he staggers behind for a moment.
Ron looks up with his hand on his wand as he hears someone approach.
Millie smiles at Ron, "Good morning master."
"Good morning."
"Master, my I remove the buttplug?"
"SAY WHAT?"
"I requested permission to remove the buttplug."
"Why would you need my permission?"
"Oh, Luna hasn't explained it to you yet?"
"Explained what woman?"
"My apologies master, but yesterday, after you took my bum, Luna had you activate and place a magic buttplug. Now, I need your permission to remove it whenever I wish to either use the loo or take someone in my arse and blanket permission won't work."
Ron's blushing a deep red, "Alright, you can remove the buttplug."
"Thank you master," the large woman says as she departs.
Ron quickly catches up to the group and grabs Luna by the arm. He pulls her off to the side and into the nearest closet.
"What's wrong Ronald?"
"Bulstrode just ambushed me with a very strange request."
"Oh dear, I was hoping to have more time to explain it to you."
"Luna, I love you dearly, but please no more surprises like this last one, I don't know if my heart can take much more."
She kisses her boyfriend, "I make no promises Ronald, but I will try."
"Thanks Luna." Ron gives her a sly grin, "What say we skip breakfast?"
Luna casts a silencing charm before she answers.
The pair never does make it to breakfast.
A/N: Until next time.