"Who's a master, you miserable hypocrite!"
He laid the crop atop a faint pink rectangle marking her skin, and the gentle contact made her shiver in anticipation. Rearing his hand, he delivered another whack, but this time, she didn't move and remained silent.
Frowning, he used more strength and was rewarded with a jerk of her hips and a muffled whimper. Encouraged, he alternated between her cheeks, filling the basement with thwacks and painting red imprints across her wriggling behind.
Her tail abruptly bent down, and his next blow connected with its black cord, making her shriek. He clicked his tongue.
"Now now, we can't have you hurting yourself," he said with fake concern. "That's my job. But what to do... Ah."
A quick Sticking Charm glued the spade of her tail to the small of her back, leaving her ass defenseless. His resumed spanks made her whimper as her tail twitched helplessly.
Pausing, he walked around to revel in her pained expression before leaning in to whisper. "You know how to end this, Fiamette."
"Y-you're delusional if you think this'll work," she said through gritted teeth.
"I don't mean signing over your soul to me, necessarily." He flexed the crop in his hands. "Simply apologize. Say you're sorry for tricking me, for everything you put me through, and I'll let you off for the day."
Snarling, she tossed her head back to meet his eyes. "Fool! I don't have to apologize for doing something natural to my kind. You humans are little more than cattle to us."
"That so," he drawled, his resolve hardening. "Looks like I'll have to fix your attitude the hard way."
Walking back, he grabbed onto her arse and squeezed the pliant flesh roughly before slapping it with his palm. The crop followed with a resounding smack, making her cry out and arch her back as much as her suspended arms allowed. Giving her no respite, he rained blows on her jiggling arse, turning more and more of her olive skin an angry red.
"How do you like that, huh?" he growled.
It looked like she wanted to speak, but it was lost among the whimpers that unceasingly escaped her throat. Her body jerked and her supple breasts bounced with every blow. His arm began to tire, and he switched to his left, a dark satisfaction suffusing him.
Breathing heavily, he regarded the red stripes that crisscrossed her behind and shook his head. Letting loose was cathartic, certainly, but he couldn't let his rage get into the way of his ultimate goal. He wanted her sore, not injured.
"Phew... That was great for working off my frustrations," he said, almost to himself.
Fia's eyes were teary and her hair matted, but when her slit pupils zeroed in on him, she smiled wryly. "Is that it? I barely felt it, and your stamina is pitiful."
Squashing his irritation, he returned the smile. "Wizards are frail creatures—you've said so yourself. Luckily, we have magic to compensate."
The smile vanished off her face as he drew his wand. He sketched the shapes of an advanced animation charm before aiming at the riding crop and vocalizing the incantation. As the crop floated up, he took hold of it and smacked Fia's behind.
She gasped out loud, perhaps more out of surprise than pain. He spanked her, gentler than before, mixing in light caresses of the sensitized skin with the crop's end. Once he let go, the crop hovered above Fia's stinging behind for several moments before swatting it on its own accord.
Harry circled to her front to find her eyes squeezed shut and her lips pursed in a fierce struggle to stay quiet and still—yet she couldn't help the little twists of her hips as the spanks rained on her bottom, her breasts swaying hypnotically with her motions. Once she noticed his presence, her eyes widened in realization.
"Oh, yes," he said, relishing her dismay. "I'm pretty handy with animation, so I reckon it could go on for weeks. Feel like giving in yet?"
She closed her eyes and ducked her head, but they flew open when he brushed her hair off her face. Growling, she made to nip at his hand like a wild beast, then grimaced when the abrupt motion made her groin rub on the wooden horse.
"And you call us uncivilized," he said. "Keep this up, and I'll see about acquiring something to gag that mouth. For now... this'll have to do."
A flick of his wand summoned the silken inset of the box that held his toys, and he folded it into a rectangular strip before laying it across Fia's eyes. She squirmed, but her resistance was feeble, and he was able to tie it behind her head.
His fingertips brushed the edge of her ear, and he marveled at the knife-like shape. "This is your world now, Fia. Nothing but darkness and unceasing torment. Nothing but those things, for as long as I deem fit." She appeared to be listening even as she panted for air. "As fun as this is to watch, I've got business to attend to. Try not to break down before I return, alright?"
When he was halfway to the stairs, Fia gave an incoherent cry. He pivoted, his lips stretching into a smile. "Something you want to tell me?"
From what he could see under the blindfold, her expression was hesitant, and her mouth opened as though to speak. Yet a second later, she bit her lip and ducked her head.
He watched her wiggle in ineffectual attempts to reduce her discomfort before turning to leave. This time, it wasn't her angry curses that accompanied him up the stairs, but the steady smacks of the animated crop.
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