Summary: Prompt by @weestarmeggie17 on Tumblr: “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Pairings: Hermione/Tom

Warnings: BDSM, Exhibition, Teasing

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“If you pull over we will be late.”  She countered, and there was a challenge in her voice.

“Two weeks.”  He amended as he pulled onto an exit ramp and just moved onto the shoulder of the road.

“What are you doing?!”  She gasped not thinking for an instant he had been serious.

“This is an obvious cry for attention,”  Tom said as he got out of the driver’s seat and moved around the car.

Before she could think of how to respond to that, Tom had pulled her from the car as well and soon had her bent over the hood.

“Tom!” She gasped, wiggling against him as he pushed her skirt up over her ass.  “Tom people can see!” She said noting that they had pulled onto a well-used exit.

“You should have thought of that.”  He said as he held her down with one hand and loosened his belt with the other.

“I’m sorry.”  She gasped knowing full well what would come next.

“You will be.”  He promised, and she could feel the leather brush against her ass.

“Tom!”  She whimpered one last time right before the first strike came down upon her skin.

“What did you say?”  He hissed pausing his punishment as he waited for her answer.

“I mean my Lord!”  She gasped knowing the slip was going to cost her.

“Better.  Now thank your Lord for his punishment.”  He ordered waiting.

‘Thank you for my punishment, my Lord.”  She and turned to hide her face over the mass of curls, so she didn’t have to see if anyone slowed to watch her humiliation.

“Good girl.”  He said right before he gave her another smack with his belt.

The whipping continues until she was sure her butt was going to fall off.  Her lace knickers didn’t give much of a shield, in fact now that she was sure Tom had bruised every inch of her rear it only served to irritate the tender skin.

She knew the punishment was over when she could feel his fingers stroke her sex.  He tested her after every punishment, and she knew it was mostly to make it clear to her how much it had turned her on.

“Get back in the car.”  He ordered and let her go.

She whimpered and looked back at her boyfriend and Master.  “Please?” She asked as the punishment was only ever foreplay for them.

“My time pet, unlike you I don’t show the goods to every commuter.”  He told her darkly, just to make her blush.

The rest of the four-hour road trip was going to be a hellish mix of desire and pain, just as he planned.