Hermione Granger and the Wet Bedsheets part 4

When Hermione had finished drying herself, feeling every bit the scolded child with her hairless crotch, she lay herself over Lavender’s lap.

‘Well done little Hermy, you made the right choice,’ said Lavender with a playful slap to Hermione’s exposed bottom. 

However, the slaps didn’t stay playful for long. Soon enough, Lavender was taking out all her ill-feeling towards Hermione, of which there was plenty, on the naked girl’s posterior. Hermione tried to remain stoic, not wanting to give Lavender the satisfaction of breaking her. She succeeded, for a while, but this simply made Lavender redouble her efforts and it wasn’t long before Hermione was kicking, screaming and crying. If she could have seen herself she would have realised that she look every part the naughty little girl being punished.

Eventually, Lavender was satisfied. Hermione lay prostrate across her lap, her bottom practically glowing red, her will broken by a combination of pain and humiliation. Wanting to check just how compliant Hermione had become, Lavender parted the sobbing girl’s burning cheeks and prodded the entrance to her back passage. Hermione let out a weak moan between sobs, but nothing more. Lavender thought that this was glorious. All it had taken to break the princess of Gryffindor were some wet sheets and firm hand.

‘Right, up you get, before you piddle on me,’ said Lavender.

‘I don’t do that during the day,’ protested Hermione.

‘Well, I’m not taking any chances, off you get.’

Hermione stood up, wiping tears from her face.

‘Hands on your head,’ Lavender commanded.

Hermione meekly complied. Lavender looked the girl up and down, her eyes lingering on the now bald pubic mound. She ran her finger over it.

‘You know, this look, it kind of suits you,’ she said. ‘However, we can’t linger about all day. It’s time for you to get dressed.

Lavender marched Hermione back into the dorm room and Hermione dressed quickly. She didn’t want to have to explain her red bottom or her hairless fanny to the other girls I they happened to walk in.

‘I don’t think so,’ said Lavender as Hermione, through sheer force of habit, went to tuck her wand into the back of her skirt.

Remembering their agreement, Hermione reluctantly handed it over. Without her wand, she really did feel powerless.

‘Right then, we’ll have to hurry or we’ll miss breakfast,’ said Lavender.

The girls made their way down to the great hall. Many of the other children had already eaten and were on their way to classes.

‘We really are short on time, Hermy, but we can’t miss breakfast altogether. Sit down.’

Lavender placed a plated slice of toast in front of Hermione, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice. And a second. And a third.

‘Eat up then, Hermione. And don’t forget to drink plenty,’ said Lavender, before biting into a sausage.

Knowing that it would come back to bite her later, but also knowing that she didn’t have much choice, Hermione drank all three goblets, much to Lavender’s delight.

‘Right, come on then. I know you, of all people, don’t want to be late to class,’ said Lavender, grabbing Hermione by the hand and leading her towards the door.

Their potions class was some distance away, and down one of the many quiet corridors, Lavender stopped abruptly

‘Are you dry?’ she asked.

‘What? Of course I’m dry!’ replied Hermione indignantly.

‘Show me,’ said Lavender.

‘Here?’ said Hermione.

‘Right here, little girl. Lift up your skirt.’

After a cursory glance to make sure that nobody was in sight, Hermione did as she was told. She stood there in the corridor with her skirt lifted above her waist. She wasn’t entirely shocked when Lavender pulled her tights down to mid-thigh, fully exposing her white cotton knickers. She was a little more surprised when Lavender thrust her hand between her legs, feeling the fabric there. She was astounded to find that while Lavender rubbed the crotch of her knickers, there were … stirrings.

‘Well done Hermione. All dry like a big girl,’ said Lavender, before walking off to class, leaving Hermione stood in the corridor with her skirt lifted, her tights pulled down and her knickers on display.

Hermione quickly awoke from her stupor and, realising her situation, righted her clothes and scurried after Lavender to potions class. As always, Hermione performed well above the expected standard in the class. She did find that her spanked bum was a source of some distraction, as was a growing need to go to the loo. By the end of the class, she was fairly desperate. She glanced over and saw that Lavender was talking to Luna and Cho and that they were giggling. Surely not about her? Trying not to think about that, Hermione resolved to do something about the pressure in her bladder.