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Fic: Daddy's Little Girl (Hermione/Sirius) by kinky_kneazle
Title: Daddy's Little Girl
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kinky_kneazle
Pairing/Character(s): Hermione/Sirius, Hermione/Sirius/Stubby Boardman
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Daddy/little girl relationship, threesome, spanking, hair-pulling.
Word count: 1471
Summary: Hermione tries to figure out why she needs a Daddy.
Author notes: With thanks to M for the inspiration and F for the beta.
Hermione had never tried to explain it to anyone; she could barely explain it to herself. Sirius always asked her if it really needed an explanation. After all, it worked so well. But Hermione was the sort of person who analysed, so she tried to figure out the why for herself at least.
She thought back to that first night she'd called him 'Daddy'.
It was the third time she'd spent the night and she was still getting her head around the fact that she liked being spanked. At dinner they bumped into Ron and Harry, and the look of shock on their faces had amused her so much that she'd turned and drawn Sirius into a long, passionate kiss as they left the restaurant.
"That was naughty," he whispered in her ear as they walked to the apparition point. His low voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"I just wanted to see the look on their faces." She grinned as she looked into his eyes.
"Still," he murmured. "Don't you think you should be punished for causing them such unnecessary distress?"
She looked down at her feet, hiding the shy smile behind her long hair.
"Maybe I'll put you over my lap. Would you like that?"
"Yes."
"Let's get home then." He grabbed her arm, despite the fact that they were in the middle of a muggle street and spun them both back to his house.
She quickly found herself with her skirt flipped over her back and her underpants around her ankles. Her stomach was pressed against his thighs and his hand made gentle, rubbing motions across her flesh.
"I'm not sure I want to mar this pretty, white flesh. Except that it would look so beautiful pink. What do you think, Hermione? White or pink?"
"Pink."
"Good girl," he said, and his hand fell sharply on her flesh. A soft gasp escaped her mouth. "Good girl."
Her heart twisted at those words. It wasn't very rational, but pleasing him pleased her and the erection she could feel pressing against her stomach told her that she was pleasing him.
The steady pace of hand against flesh continued until she began to squirm under him, the need growing between her legs begging for attention more than her sore backside. She heard a whimper escape her lips.
"Do you want more?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She stopped. They hadn't talked about this, he hadn't told her what to call him.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Sir?"
"It doesn't fit, does it?"
"It makes me feel like one of the Hogwarts professors."
They rearranged themselves so that she was curled into the crook of his arm. His fingers circled her clitoris and she purred happily.
"What does fit, little girl?"
"Master? Prince? Lord?" She laughed at the face he pulled. "Daddy."
Hermione held her breath, waiting for him to pull away, tell her how disgusting that was. Instead his eyes softened. "Why 'daddy'?"
"I - I'm not sure. Because you always spoil me. Isn't that what daddies do to their little girls?"
"I guess so. Can little girls still look after their daddies?"
"Of course, Daddy."
"Good." He smiled as he rolled her to her back and entered her. "Then be a good girl and come for Daddy."
People on the outside would never guess how they worked at home. After all, Sirius had been a wild child up until the day he entered Azkaban. And he only got wilder after he escaped. As for Hermione, she'd been thirty the day she turned ten, and a childhood of war had only emphasised that sense of responsibility. He was still the one egging Fred and George to ever-greater pranks. She was the one clucking disapprovingly. But in their house she could let go and he was the one in charge. She didn't have to feel guilty about not working late hours, or for any of the dirty things they did during those times she came home early, because she was only pleasing Daddy. Like that time he invited a friend home.
"You keep talking about it, Hermione, but if you don't want to..."
"I want to please you, Daddy."
"And it won't please me if you say you're okay but you're not. He'll understand, too."
The man's voice drifted into the kitchen where she was preparing a salad. "I still can't believe you know Stubby Boardman."
Over dinner they talked. Stubby told her how beautiful she was and she blushed at his attention.
"If we do this, you'll be pleasing two masters. Is that okay with you?" She pressed her thighs together tightly as her clitoris throbbed at the thought. She nodded silently. "But I'll always defer to your Master, okay?"
"My Daddy," she said.
"Your Daddy."
They moved to the living room where the fire crackled happily.
"Do you kneel for your Daddy?" She nodded. "Will you kneel for me?"
"Yes, Sir," she said as she sunk to her knees.
Sirius watched quietly as Stubby stripped her then murmured a spell leaving her arms bound behind her back. Then his cock was in her mouth and Sirius was behind her, arms holding her tight as he pulled her down onto him. She wondered briefly what her friends would think of strong, stubborn Hermione completely submissive and absolutely loving it. Then Stubby was pulsing down her throat and she stopped thinking and just felt in a way she never could away from her Daddy.
At the end of the day, as she stands under the shower, Hermione knows it is the way her Daddy makes her feel that makes their relationship work. Daddies indulge their little girls, they spoil them. Every little girl knows that her Daddy loves her just for her, no matter what she does, and that he'll support her through anything, right up until the point she gets too close to the edge of the cliff.
And when she's at home she doesn't need to think about anything but pleasing him. Even going to bed is taken out of her hands, because his whispered "time to get wet" tells her that it's time to start the evening ritual.
He always sends her off to the shower first, but he can't resist joining her. Tonight the shower door slid open as she was wetting down her hair. Sirius picked up the soap and began to slide it over her back.
"You're so beautiful," he said as his hands slid around to cup her breasts.
It had been three years since the first night she called him Daddy and since then their caresses had become practiced. Familiar. But for all that, his hands still had the power to excite her and his voice still made her legs quiver.
"Put your hands on the wall," he said, and she put her hands on either side of the shower rose. His knee pressed between her thighs and she spread her feet at his unspoken command. A hand slid down her belly and around her clitoris before his fingers slid inside her.
"You know what to do," he said, and she rocked against his fingers, the heel of his hand grinding against her clitoris. She could hear the small gasps and whimpers escaping from her mouth and he heard it too. "You'd better not be coming."
"No, Daddy."
"Good. You're not allowed to do that until I say."
"I know, Daddy," she said, struggling to keep her orgasm at bay.
"Come on." He pulled her towards the bedroom, a warming charm surrounding them until they got under the covers.
He pulled her on top of him and she bit her lip as she felt his cock slide inside her. She was kissing him, lips, neck, chest, as they moved together. And every time he heard her voice turn high-pitched he'd stop her moving until she calmed just a little bit. Her brain seemed full, she couldn't think because every part of her was pleasure.
"Please," she said. "Please, Daddy. I want to come."
His fingers threaded through her hair and then her head was pulled back. She cried out at the pain, the tight control, the bliss that was shooting through her.
"Come for me, sweetie. Come for Daddy."
The sound that came from her throat sounded guttural, almost animal to her ears. Sirius kept hold of her hair as her body shook. They were still moving, still rocking together and Sirius' fingers were digging into her as he reached his own orgasm. As they both came down he pulled her into his arms.
"Good girl." His hand was brushed gently through her hair. "Good girl."
She snuggled under the covers with Sirius spooned behind her, feeling safe and warm. In the end, she thought, it was all about the way her Daddy made her feel.
Author:
kinky_kneazlePairing/Character(s): Hermione/Sirius, Hermione/Sirius/Stubby Boardman
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Daddy/little girl relationship, threesome, spanking, hair-pulling.
Word count: 1471
Summary: Hermione tries to figure out why she needs a Daddy.
Author notes: With thanks to M for the inspiration and F for the beta.
Hermione had never tried to explain it to anyone; she could barely explain it to herself. Sirius always asked her if it really needed an explanation. After all, it worked so well. But Hermione was the sort of person who analysed, so she tried to figure out the why for herself at least.
She thought back to that first night she'd called him 'Daddy'.
It was the third time she'd spent the night and she was still getting her head around the fact that she liked being spanked. At dinner they bumped into Ron and Harry, and the look of shock on their faces had amused her so much that she'd turned and drawn Sirius into a long, passionate kiss as they left the restaurant.
"That was naughty," he whispered in her ear as they walked to the apparition point. His low voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"I just wanted to see the look on their faces." She grinned as she looked into his eyes.
"Still," he murmured. "Don't you think you should be punished for causing them such unnecessary distress?"
She looked down at her feet, hiding the shy smile behind her long hair.
"Maybe I'll put you over my lap. Would you like that?"
"Yes."
"Let's get home then." He grabbed her arm, despite the fact that they were in the middle of a muggle street and spun them both back to his house.
She quickly found herself with her skirt flipped over her back and her underpants around her ankles. Her stomach was pressed against his thighs and his hand made gentle, rubbing motions across her flesh.
"I'm not sure I want to mar this pretty, white flesh. Except that it would look so beautiful pink. What do you think, Hermione? White or pink?"
"Pink."
"Good girl," he said, and his hand fell sharply on her flesh. A soft gasp escaped her mouth. "Good girl."
Her heart twisted at those words. It wasn't very rational, but pleasing him pleased her and the erection she could feel pressing against her stomach told her that she was pleasing him.
The steady pace of hand against flesh continued until she began to squirm under him, the need growing between her legs begging for attention more than her sore backside. She heard a whimper escape her lips.
"Do you want more?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
She stopped. They hadn't talked about this, he hadn't told her what to call him.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Sir?"
"It doesn't fit, does it?"
"It makes me feel like one of the Hogwarts professors."
They rearranged themselves so that she was curled into the crook of his arm. His fingers circled her clitoris and she purred happily.
"What does fit, little girl?"
"Master? Prince? Lord?" She laughed at the face he pulled. "Daddy."
Hermione held her breath, waiting for him to pull away, tell her how disgusting that was. Instead his eyes softened. "Why 'daddy'?"
"I - I'm not sure. Because you always spoil me. Isn't that what daddies do to their little girls?"
"I guess so. Can little girls still look after their daddies?"
"Of course, Daddy."
"Good." He smiled as he rolled her to her back and entered her. "Then be a good girl and come for Daddy."
People on the outside would never guess how they worked at home. After all, Sirius had been a wild child up until the day he entered Azkaban. And he only got wilder after he escaped. As for Hermione, she'd been thirty the day she turned ten, and a childhood of war had only emphasised that sense of responsibility. He was still the one egging Fred and George to ever-greater pranks. She was the one clucking disapprovingly. But in their house she could let go and he was the one in charge. She didn't have to feel guilty about not working late hours, or for any of the dirty things they did during those times she came home early, because she was only pleasing Daddy. Like that time he invited a friend home.
"You keep talking about it, Hermione, but if you don't want to..."
"I want to please you, Daddy."
"And it won't please me if you say you're okay but you're not. He'll understand, too."
The man's voice drifted into the kitchen where she was preparing a salad. "I still can't believe you know Stubby Boardman."
Over dinner they talked. Stubby told her how beautiful she was and she blushed at his attention.
"If we do this, you'll be pleasing two masters. Is that okay with you?" She pressed her thighs together tightly as her clitoris throbbed at the thought. She nodded silently. "But I'll always defer to your Master, okay?"
"My Daddy," she said.
"Your Daddy."
They moved to the living room where the fire crackled happily.
"Do you kneel for your Daddy?" She nodded. "Will you kneel for me?"
"Yes, Sir," she said as she sunk to her knees.
Sirius watched quietly as Stubby stripped her then murmured a spell leaving her arms bound behind her back. Then his cock was in her mouth and Sirius was behind her, arms holding her tight as he pulled her down onto him. She wondered briefly what her friends would think of strong, stubborn Hermione completely submissive and absolutely loving it. Then Stubby was pulsing down her throat and she stopped thinking and just felt in a way she never could away from her Daddy.
At the end of the day, as she stands under the shower, Hermione knows it is the way her Daddy makes her feel that makes their relationship work. Daddies indulge their little girls, they spoil them. Every little girl knows that her Daddy loves her just for her, no matter what she does, and that he'll support her through anything, right up until the point she gets too close to the edge of the cliff.
And when she's at home she doesn't need to think about anything but pleasing him. Even going to bed is taken out of her hands, because his whispered "time to get wet" tells her that it's time to start the evening ritual.
He always sends her off to the shower first, but he can't resist joining her. Tonight the shower door slid open as she was wetting down her hair. Sirius picked up the soap and began to slide it over her back.
"You're so beautiful," he said as his hands slid around to cup her breasts.
It had been three years since the first night she called him Daddy and since then their caresses had become practiced. Familiar. But for all that, his hands still had the power to excite her and his voice still made her legs quiver.
"Put your hands on the wall," he said, and she put her hands on either side of the shower rose. His knee pressed between her thighs and she spread her feet at his unspoken command. A hand slid down her belly and around her clitoris before his fingers slid inside her.
"You know what to do," he said, and she rocked against his fingers, the heel of his hand grinding against her clitoris. She could hear the small gasps and whimpers escaping from her mouth and he heard it too. "You'd better not be coming."
"No, Daddy."
"Good. You're not allowed to do that until I say."
"I know, Daddy," she said, struggling to keep her orgasm at bay.
"Come on." He pulled her towards the bedroom, a warming charm surrounding them until they got under the covers.
He pulled her on top of him and she bit her lip as she felt his cock slide inside her. She was kissing him, lips, neck, chest, as they moved together. And every time he heard her voice turn high-pitched he'd stop her moving until she calmed just a little bit. Her brain seemed full, she couldn't think because every part of her was pleasure.
"Please," she said. "Please, Daddy. I want to come."
His fingers threaded through her hair and then her head was pulled back. She cried out at the pain, the tight control, the bliss that was shooting through her.
"Come for me, sweetie. Come for Daddy."
The sound that came from her throat sounded guttural, almost animal to her ears. Sirius kept hold of her hair as her body shook. They were still moving, still rocking together and Sirius' fingers were digging into her as he reached his own orgasm. As they both came down he pulled her into his arms.
"Good girl." His hand was brushed gently through her hair. "Good girl."
She snuggled under the covers with Sirius spooned behind her, feeling safe and warm. In the end, she thought, it was all about the way her Daddy made her feel.
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