She reaches out and pushes up Hermione’s skirt once more, the bright red words ‘cum depository’ across her mons exposed. Umbridge digs the fingernails of her other hand across the still sore letters, causing Hermione to cry out once again. “Yes, precisely, Miss Granger, people might see what a Mudblood whore deserves,” she says before moving her hands away and refocusing on her work. “I’ll see you in the Great Hall later.” Hermione spends the rest of the day dreading dinner. She skips lunch in fear of the professor changing her mind about the time, spending most of her time in the library instead. Harry and Ron are too busy playing Quidditch to notice her strange behavior; even when dinner rolls around, they don’t question her unusual silence or her complete lack of appetite. For her own part, Hermione can’t seem to stop herself from looking up to the high table where her professor is staring hungrily back down at her. Her situation only becomes obvious when the meal comes to a close and she is summoned to the front of the room at the same time as the rest of the teachers and the students fourth year and below are asked to leave. “It has come to my attention that some of the students in this school are not appreciative of the Ministry’s efforts to protect you all,” fuck Umbridge addresses the assembled students after the other teachers and younger years have been escorted out and the doors young sealed. “Miss Granger, here, is one of them, and today she will demonstrate what happens to those who defy the Ministry.” Hermione, standing next to her teacher, cannot bear to look out at her peers, and instead keeps her eyes down girl on the floor. “She is about to receive a caning for which each strike is equal to one point lost by her house this past week. As a Gryffindor, that brings your total up to 132 strikes, isn’t that right, Miss Granger?” At the announcement of exactly what her next punishment will entail, Hermione immediately looks to her Professor in shock. Her body starts shaking in fear at the thought of receiving so many more strikes on her already sorely abused bottom, but she knows better than to show defiance at this point. So, indian with tears stinging her eyes, Hermione nods. “Yes, Professor Umbridge.” From the Gryffindor table, Hermione instantly hears shouting and protests, to which Umbridge decides to add an additional 18 strikes “for an even 150 strokes.” Gathering her courage, Hermione chances a look out at her classmates. The Gryffindors are still furious, but have quieted down in fear of more strikes being added. The couple Slytherins—especially the males—seem to be excited, some nearly salivating at what is to come. The sex Hufflepuff table seems nervous and silent. Many of them look uncomfortable. And the Ravenclaws seem on edge, shuffling in their seats, but also look intrigued. Hermione vainly wonders for a moment if they’re happy to see her get punished; almost as if payback for overshadowing their house in academic performance. “Bend over, Miss Granger. Hands holding the high table,” Professor Umbridge instructs; her tone nearly pleasant. As Hermione walks over to the high table to comply, Umbridge’s voice follows, giving her one final command, and then addressing her audience. “Also, please step out of your skirt. After all, for an effective punishment, there should be as few barriers between the cane and your skin as possible.” Hermione wants to protest, even begins to shake her head, but fears what her teacher’s response would be, so instead does as she is told. With shaky hands Hermione pushes the skirt down her thighs and lets it fall to the floor. 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