She feels her posture being adjusted from behind, pushing her down onto the desk a bit, so her ass and pussy are more exposed to the Minister. “Now for your punishment. Indian sex Then she screams again at the feeling of all of her pubic hairs being pulled out at once. “No!” she protests, “You can’t possibly expect me to do that—you can’t possibly make me!”
The smile on Umbridge’s face is impossibly cruel. In trying to process the pain, her eyes open and she finds herself staring right at the Minister of Magic, who is looking at her lustily. Then she hears him sit back in his chair and grab a sheet of parchment. She won’t take what she said back, though. She stands in the classroom where the original offense took place, cum and blood running down her thighs. “Take her back to Hogwarts for further punishment by whatever means you deem necessary…keep fucking the rebellion out of her if that’s what it takes.”
“Very well then. “To the dormitory, Miss Granger,” her teacher says dismissively after a moment, “but you are to report back here in the morning for further punishment, do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor Umbridge,” Hermione responds dutifully, her body shaking from the experience, fear of tomorrow already taking over. “Now, bend over and hold onto the desk facing Minister Fudge,” Umbridge
