The next ten blows come in quick succession and all she teen hears is each whack of the cane against her delicate skin and her own voice screaming out the words. "Thirteen; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" Tears leak out of her eyes as she screams from the pain petite as each blow lands brutally on her ass. Her whole body shakes and her nipples are raw from rubbing against the desk from the force of the hits. "Fourteen; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" She feels a pull on the tie around her neck. "Open your eyes, Miss Granger," the Minister's voice demands in front of her. The command catches her off guard, and when the next blow lands, she does not speak the words. "Did you forget something, Miss Granger?" Umbridge asks primly. Hermione chokes as she realizes what small this means. "I'm sorry, Professor, I'll do better this time," dad she pleads, crying in earnest now. "Start over," Umbridge tells her as she brings the cane down on her ass again. Hermione screams, her eyes unwillingly meeting Minister Fudge's. "One; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" Hermione has never felt so much shame in her life. One of Cornelius Fudge's hands, Hermione notices, seems to be inside of his pants, stroking his penis. "Five; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" His eyes, which had long since moved from her face to her tits, seemed to catch where her attention was focused, and he smiled deviously at her. Her stomach roiled in disgust. "Nine; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" Her focus back on her task, determined to get through this indignity, she didn't immediately notice Fudge leaning toward her until his wet, sticky fingers begin pinching her left nipple. "Seventeen; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" Hermione sobs out the remaining eight counts of her punishment as Minister Fudge fondles her nipples. "Twenty-five; thank you, Professor, may I have another?" "Good job, Miss Granger," Professor Umbridge simpers, "Now look at the good Minister of Magic and tell him that you support the Ministry in all that it does." Cornelius Fudge, who Hermione knows currently has one hand stroking his dick and one roughly pinching her right nipple, watches her in anticipation. Her voice, raw from screaming and repeating that phrase over and over skinny again, comes out quietly. "I'm sorry, but I cannot do that, Professor." Tom didn’t think he could get more excited or aroused by this beautiful piece. ‘wow, thanks darling, I can see little Paul is very excited there, and yes not very impressive, good job I love you. "Yes Miss Hartwell, both of you follow me at one and one and a half minute intervals. "Fine," I groaned, letting dad my palms on her butt. The auditing is a slow boring process, but it has to be done in order to insure the patients are getting the very best care. “Care to I just can’t help myself, and knowing how happy I must make him gets me all...oh... Slowly all the way up till the base of his helmet was visible small at her cunt entrance. It was a wicked thrill. I gently slid down his foreskin, revealing its soft pink head, from which a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed and fell into the hairs of his soft treasure-trail. “Just what in the fuck do you think yer doing?” an angry petite man dressed in garish, expensive skinny clothes growled at me as teen Justina and we made our way to the entrance. tightly together. "And if we don't?" she motioned for me to continue. Sandy looked startled to see me, but hid it well. I sucked on her clit. She closed the door, locked it, and jumped back in bed. do you need anything you have not stopped since we got up this morning, Kitten said Kitty you are right, I will get the drinks and a sand witch for Master you go be with your Sister. She had taken his email password, so she could see all the emails Jhanvi wrote him.