Daddy's Gift

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/34821607.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
Character: Hermione Granger, Severus Snape
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Come Marking, Orgasm
Delay/Denial, Anal Play, Sex Toys, Established consent, POV Severus
Snape, Pregnancy, Spanking, Nipple Play, Exhibitionism, Daddy Dom
Role Play
Collections: Hearts & Cauldrons Gift Exchange 2021
Stats: Published: 2021-12-16 Words: 9364

Daddy's Gift
by MizzAdamz

Summary

They had agreed not to purchase any gifts for the holidays this year. Severus had kept to the
agreement with his wife and not got her anything. He had been secretly grateful that he
didn’t have to face the seasonal crowds to find Hermione a trinket or book for her to open.

Not that he really minded getting her gifts; he adored seeing her expressive face bloom with
joy when she saw what he had chosen for her, but she had been insistent that they save their
funds. It appeared, however, that Hermione thought she was above keeping to their
agreement and had got him something for Christmas.

Notes

This little gift for multilingualism has been a treat to write and I do hope you all enjoy it as
much as I do.

Multilingualism, my darlin', I can't wait to read your reaction.

Special thanks goes to the wonderful people at the Hearts & Cauldron's Server for putting
this exchange together and being a freaking fantastic support this past year.

Severus opened the drawer where he knew Hermione kept her spare candles. As he lifted a piece of
parchment, he saw it. A small package, wrapped in silver paper and tied with a bow. There was a
silver-edged card hanging from the bow with his name written on it in Hermione’s handwriting.

His need for the candle vanished in an instant as he lifted the wrapped box. He shook it once, and
something solid moved inside it, rolling freely in the box, like a fountain pen or something.

He took a long breath in through his nose. They had agreed not to purchase any gifts for the
holidays this year. Hermione had suggested it, because they were trying to start a family, and the
funds spent on gifts that were to be saved for a better purpose.

Severus had kept to the agreement with his wife and not got her anything. He had been secretly
grateful that he didn’t have to face the seasonal crowds to find Hermione a trinket or book for her
to open.

Not that he really minded getting her gifts; he adored seeing her expressive face bloom with joy
when she saw what he had chosen for her, but she had been insistent that they save their funds for
the family they had been planning on having.

It appeared, however, that Hermione thought she was above keeping to their agreement and had got
him something for Christmas, and now he would look like a selfish fool for not expecting her to
change the rules.

He couldn’t stand for that. “Hermione!” he called out, trying to filter his shame and frustration out
of his voice.

“Just a moment, Severus!” his wife called back from the other room.

Severus took in another deep breath he looked down at the package, and his mind cleared as he
realised what he could do. He cleared his throat and spoke using his strictest tone, invoking
another agreement between the two of them. “Come here right now, young lady.” He straightened
his spine and looked down his nose at the door she would eventually come through.

Hermione made an audible squeaking noise, and there was a thump in the other room. Severus
suppressed a grin. She always responded so well to his commands. He kept up his strict persona,
tapping a finger against the wrapped package disapprovingly.

Hermione rushed into the room and looked around. She stopped directly in front of Severus, beside
the open drawer, and her eyes widened in mild fear.

She was stunning and adorable at the same time — dressed in a soft blouse and simple skirt, her
hair up in one of her favoured messy buns, held up by her wand. She had obviously been planning
something she was passionate about because there were no less than three separate quills also
stuck in her hair, something she only did when she was researching or planning. Her fingers were
also covered in ink stains, hinting that she had forgotten that her favoured quills were in her hair
and she had been making do with an older one that needed sharpening.

She nervously rubbed her nose and spread fresh ink from her fingers to it. He had to surpress a
groan. He loved it when she was so studious. She channelled her passions in a way he envied,
putting things together in neat little stages that make them appear easily gained.

“Yes, Daddy?” Hermione asked, reminding Severus he had started this little game of theirs, also
signalling that she was happy to play with him.

“What were our rules for the upcoming holidays?” He asked, purposely using his height to loom
over her, playing his role.

Hermione straightened up and clutched her skirt with her inky hands. Her nose seemed to have
cleaned her fingers a little because there were no ink traces left on the skirt. “No gifts this year as
we’re trying to save money for —“

“Correct,” he interrupted her. It was important that he keep her on edge for this part of the game.
“So, do you care to explain this to me?” He lifted the wrapped package and tapped it again with his
finger. The contents shifted a little and made the package rattle.

“It’s not a Christmas gift,” she said with a defiant tilt to her head. So she wanted to play that way.
He could work with her being a little bratty.

“Careful young lady, you know how I feel about back talk.” He placed the package on top of the
chest of drawers and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It isn’t a Christmas gift.” Hermione also crossed her arms over her chest.

“And which part of ‘no gifts’ didn’t you understand?” he deliberately ignored her repeated
statement, knowing it would infuriate her.

“Oh, I understood it completely, as I was the one who suggested it. So I have not purchased you
anything.”

Severus raised his eyebrow. Her tone was extremely defiant, more defiant than it usually was
during these games. Had he misread her signals? “Oh, so you tried to subvert our agreement by
making something?”

“No, Daddy, I wouldn’t do that. It isn’t a Christmas gift.” She lifted her head in an unspoken
challenge. Her message was obvious, though. She still wished to play this game with him.

He stopped going around in circles with the present and got to the heart of the matter. “Careful my
girl, you are trying my patience.” Severus uncrossed his arms and stepped closer, looking down his
nose at her.

Hermione also uncrossed her arms and looked up at him. Anger flashed brightly in her amber eyes.
Merlin he loved her passion. She could take on the world with that look, and most would fall at her
feet without a battle.

“You know that this defiance will cost you,” he warned. She didn’t step back from him; she didn’t
lower her chin. Her pride radiated throughout her entire body. It stole his breath away.

He controlled himself and focused on reminding her of her role. He reached forward and pulled the
quills from her hair, one by one, placing them on the table right beside the gift. Then he slowly
removed her wand. Her wild curls fell down from the top of her head and down in a cascade down
her back.

The sweet scent of her cosmetic products and the slightly sweet earthy scent that was all Hermione
filled the air. He placed her wand down beside the other items. “I am very disappointed in my little
girl,” he growled, and for a moment Hermione’s brilliantly expressive eyes dimmed with hurt, but
the emotion was brief and her defiance returned almost immediately.

“If you insist on behaving so poorly, I am going to have to punish you,” he said sadly, changing
tactics from stern authority figure to reluctant disciplinarian.

“I have done nothing wrong.” Hermione countered.

“You think so?” he asked. “I thought talking back was against our rules. Was I wrong about that,
little one?”

“No,” Hermione frowned, and tipped her head slightly in guilt. The ink on her nose shimmered a
little. Then she took in a big breath and glared at him again. “But making assumptions is also —”
Severus stopped her speaking by placing a single gentle finger to her lips.

“We will discuss the present and your attempts to get around our agreement later. Right now your
attitude is my primary concern,” he tilted his head to the side for emphasis.

She wrinkled her nose in the adorable way she had and pouted under his finger. Severus removed
his hand and waited for her to speak. “Will we talk properly about the gift later?”

“Yes,” Severus agreed with a sigh. It may very well be that she didn’t purchase this gift for
Christmas, or even make it for him. But what could it be? He had started something with his wife
now, and that needed to be seen to the end before he would get his answers.

Hermione relaxed her arms, letting them fall to her side. “Fine then,” she said with a firm nod. She
stepped backward, “We’ll talk about you listening to me appropriately at the same time.”

“Careful, little one,” Severus growled. Oh he loved it when she played up like this. Knowing she
felt safe enough with him to be this cheeky even in play made his heart swell. Severus didn’t
understand how the fates had decided he could have this happiness, but he was selfish enough to
accept it and keep it.

Hermione grinned coyly, “Because you have a bad habit, Daddy , of jumping to conclusions.” She
turned on her toe and walked away from him and out of the room.

Severus’ eyes went directly to her bottom as it moved in an exaggerated wiggle. This woman could
play him like a fiddle, and she knew it. When she crossed the threshold to the hall, she looked over
her shoulder, her face saying everything her arse had and more. She gave him a saucy wink and
stepped into the hall.

Severus snarled, trying to regain some of his composure, and followed her. Hermione kept up her
exaggerated walk, making her hips swing in sinful waves.
Hermione had unbuttoned her blouse while her arse distracted him, and she threw it on to the floor
as she walked. Severus slowed his movements to bend down and pick up the garment as he moved
past it.

When he straightened, he noticed Hermione was now only wearing her knickers and bra. She
quickly disappeared into the room at the right end of the hall, leaving her skirt, shoes, and tights on
the floor. A deliberate form of petulance, to encourage more discipline from her daddy.

Severus took her invitation to heart and picked up her clothing, slowing down his own progress to
untangle the clothes and carry the shoes away from the delicate fabric of her tights. He then
continued to the room where his wife waited for him.

She had made her way to what most would regard as their guest room. But considering they never
entertained others, the room was a well-concealed play room for the both of them. Hidden in a
closet, whose door appeared to be yet another very full bookcase, was their collection of sex toys
and restraints.

As Severus entered the room, he noted Hermione had opened up the closet and turned on the
electric light; it lit up the dark space.

She stood beside the four-poster bed with her arms relaxed at her sides. She wasn’t shy about
standing before him in only her small clothes. Again, Severus mentally thanked whomsoever had
decreed she would choose him in this life.

Standing there, almost naked, with a smudge of ink across her nose and over her fingers, scarred
from her battles, she awed him. Her strength, her intelligence, her passion, and her bravery made
her beautiful in his eyes, but like this she was breathtaking; breathtaking and his .

Severus placed the discarded clothes into the laundry hamper by the door as he walked past and
placed the shoes on the floor on the other side. “Making a mess, teasing me, as well as talking
back,” he listed off her misdemeanours, “You really are trying me today, young lady.”

“Am I teasing you?” she asked with a high-pitched tone that attempted to convey innocence, but
she tilted her hips to contradict herself.

“Quit acting the coquette. You know you are.” He closed the gap between them and used one hand
placed in the small of her back to pull her close enough for him to kiss her. He was possessive,
using his lips to remind her he wasn’t the stoic he pretended to be. She opened willingly for him
and accepted his advances. As he deepened the kiss, he reached up with his free hand to pluck her
nipple through the fabric of her bra.

Hermione made a pained squeal into his mouth and he broke the kiss, stepping back once to give
her space. He didn’t speak, not knowing if he had hurt her or it was part of her act.

Hermione grimaced, “I’m a little sensitive there today.” She explained, gesturing to her chest.

Severus nodded, “Noted.” Her breasts were sensitive. That wasn’t usual. Severus quickly did some
math in his mind. Even just before her cycle, she enjoyed breast play. This was very unusual, but
he could adapt to fulfil their needs. “Though, it means I will have to change your punishment.”

“Oh?” Hermione looked a little crestfallen, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in an
adorable fashion.

“I normally have you over my knee for that level of impertinence.”

Hermione properly sulked now, and wiggled a little more. She really loved their spanking games.
He enjoyed them as well. Having her bent over his lap, chains hanging from her nipples as he
spanked her into orgasm, then taking her from behind. It was a routine they had done many times.

He chuckled. “I know it’s your favourite, but I don’t want to hurt my precious girl.” He cupped her
face in his hand, running his thumb over her bruised lips.

Hermione nuzzled his hand. “I love it when you put me over your knee, Daddy, but I think you are
right. It may not be the best thing to do today.”

“Clever girl,” Severus praised, and he noticed the flash of humour in his wife’s eyes before she
spoke.

“For saying you’re right?” She asked in a needling tone.

“You are already on thin ice, young lady. Further cheek will not be tolerated.” Severus warned her.
He loved it when she teased him, and he loved it more when he could put her in her place in a way
that they both enjoyed.

“I was just—” she tried to protest.

“No, young lady,” he stopped her protests by tangling his hand into the hair at the back of her
head. “You are here for a punishment, and if you know what is good for you, you will not make it
worse for yourself.” He stepped up close to her, using his height and the grip on her hair to remind
her who he was at this moment.

Severus watched Hermione’s eyes flutter and her lips part in a breathless gasp. Good, she was still
receptive to this game. He used his grip on her hair to force her to turn to face the bed, presenting
him with that delectable arse that had taunted him down the hallway. “I don’t need to have you
over my knee to spank you, little one. A fact you seem to have forgotten.”

Severus let go of her hair and used his hand to place a loud but painless swat on her backside.
“Move to the bed,” he commanded her.

Hermione moved quickly to the bed and placed her forearms down onto the mattress without being
told to. “Stick your bottom out, young lady,” he said and watched her adjust herself.

The pale blue fabric of her knickers accented the natural curve of her cheeks and her hips. Some
time in their interaction, the gusset had creeped into the crease of her buttocks and exposed more of
her skin than they would normally.

Severus knew that wasn’t the most comfortable way for her to wear her underwear, but he also
knew how to manipulate that fabric to drive her to distraction.

That was a quick and simple way to achieve his goal, but something told him he needed to draw
this out more. That present sitting in the other room hinted at a celebration, and if it was — he
suspected it was — he needed to make sure that he truly satisfied her.

“We are going to forgo the nipple clamps today, but your beautiful little arse is going to be very
red, little one. Then we will start on your punishment properly.”

“Daddy?” Hermione asked, looking over her shoulder.

“That is enough out of you for now. You just need to focus on doing what I have told you to do.”
He stared at her until she lowered her head back down and arched her back to present him with her
backside as he had asked.

Then, without speaking, he crossed the room to stand behind her and placed his open palm over the
fleshy part of her bottom.

He took a moment to relish in the softness and texture of her flesh under his hand, breathing in the
subtle scent of her sex mingling with her lotion and her skin. It was a moment of perfection that he
promised himself he would never take for granted.

Then he lifted his hand and placed a loud smack on her skin. Hermione jumped a little at the
impact but didn’t make a sound. That wouldn’t do. He lifted his hand again and placed another
smack on the other side, spreading out the area of sensation.

Hermione jerked a little at the second blow but was still quiet. Severus ran his fingers over the soft
fabric in the gusset of her underwear, teasing her with a little pressure that hinted at potential
penetration and as Hermione unconsciously pushed herself into his touch, he lifted his hand again
and smacked the tender area in the inside of her thighs. He used a touch more force than he had for
the previous blows, but it wasn’t enough to cause much pain.

Spanking Hermione was a delicate balance of sensation and anticipation, and he was quietly proud
of how he had mastered this skill. He would tease her with his fingertips and then surprise her with
a brutal slap to the soft tissues of her buttocks and upper thighs.

The contrast in the gentle probing touches and the sting of his open-handed blows disarmed her
and worked a primal magic that turned off his witch’s brilliant mind and let her only focus on him
and their needs.

So he continued, smacking her a few times, his fingers grazing her core at the end of every slap,
until she whimpered slightly and then he would stop and explore her body. Teasing her with the
same fingers, keeping her off balance by sometimes pushing the fabric deeper into her intimate
creases and other times applying a gentle and steady pressure that made her wiggle in his hand to
create friction.

Whenever Hermione tried to take control subconsciously, he would stop his actions and move to its
polar opposite. If she arched into his slaps, craving more, he would tease her genitals. When she
tried to guide him to touch her more deeply or throughly, he would lift his hand and land another
strike.

Hermione was quivering under his touch now, her legs shaking and her breath was shallow. What
little fabric that was still visible between her legs was dark with moisture and her skin was a deep
red colour. Unconscious noises filled the air as Hermione encouraged Severus and pleaded with
him in an incomprehensible mixture that he doubted she even understood.

“Oh please Daddy,” she gasped, pressing her arse into his hand again, his fingers prodding her
knickers and running a nail along her sensitised nether lips.

He pulled his hand away and landed a flurry of blows, sharp, stinging and fast, directly over where
he had just been teasing.

Hermione let out a long high-pitched whine as the Severus counted mentally. He stopped at nine
strikes and stepped backward to admire the sight before him fully.

Hermione’s form was still perfect. She was still resting on her forearms on the soft mattress, and
she still arched her back to display her bottom to him as he preferred. Her skin was red and
showing signs of slight bruising and the gusset of her knickers had all but disappeared in between
her thighs.

He couldn’t help himself. He walked forward and pressed his clothed erection into her abused
flesh, trying to feel the heat of it through his clothing. It would be so easy to free himself right now
and take her. It would feel so good to bury himself in her and let the combined pain and pleasure of
him fucking her bruised flesh drive her into bliss — but that wasn’t his plan.

Tonight had to be special for her. So despite the pleas that were falling from her beautiful lips, and
the tightness in his own body, he only rubbed up against her a few more times.

As he pulled away, Hermione broke form and tried to step back into him, but he stalled her
movements with his hand on the small of her back. He gripped the elastic of her knickers and
forcefully pulled them off her body, tearing the fabric.

Hermione’s legs shook, and she let out a long whimper. She always loved it when he was forceful
like this.
“Your cheek, my darling girl, is going to cost you.” He used his best disciplinarian voice as he
walked backwards, still clutching the ruined fabric in his hand. The scent of her was stronger now,
be it from the removal of the barrier, or the scent was clinging to the remains of her underwear. He
didn’t know. But he wanted to bottle it up and store the scent. It was intoxicating.

She took advantage of her nudity and opened her legs slightly to show him how affected she had
been by his teasing. Moisture coated her outer lips and everything she displayed was flushed and
swollen.

“My pretty girl in pink and red.” He crooned, “Such delicate colours for a little lady to wear, and
you wear them so wonderfully.” Severus took in a deep breath and grinned. “And since you want
me to watch you, that is what I am going to do.” He walked forward and patted the bed with his
free hand. “Up on the bed, precious. Sit up against the headboard, keep your lovely self on display
for me. I want to see everything.”

Hermione stood up slowly, carefully, so as not to give herself a head rush and his heart swelled.
She was so wise.

Hermione to her time to crawl carefully onto the bed, on her hands and knees, keeping her legs
spread as she moved, and angling herself so that she always presented her sex to him. “Such a
clever girl.” He couldn’t stop the praise from leaving his lips.

She got to the head of the bed and arranged the pillows to support her lower back and shoulders as
she settled down. Hermione closed her legs briefly to bring her ankles together and brought them
close to her swollen bottom. Then she opened her legs, bringing her knees down to the bed.
Opening herself up to his view again as he stood at the foot of the bed, with her torn knickers still
gripped in his hand.

Severus couldn’t contain the intensity he was feeling, and he knew it was shining through his eyes
as he looked at his wife splayed out before him. Aroused and open, her chest flushed and her sex
soft and inviting. Her limbs shook slightly, though he knew it wasn’t from the strain of holding the
pose he had requested. He ran his eyes up her body again and noted that her breasts seemed to fill
the cups of her bra a little more. He also noted that he could see the pulse in her throat, and it was
still fast. His little exhibitionist loved to be on display for him.

Hermione wet her lips and the darting of her tongue drew his attention to her face, where he
noticed she still wore the ink smudge over her nose. Severus groaned inwardly. That little childish
imperfection on this very adult woman went straight to his groin, and he took all of his self-control
not to place himself between her thighs and find his completion.
He let his passion shine in his eyes for her to witness, “Look at you,” he breathed, “open and
waiting for me. So pink, so pretty. I am the luckiest daddy in the world. I have such a beautiful
little girl, one who makes such sweet noises for me.”

He let his eyes roam freely over her body, frequently checking her face for her reactions to his
obvious appraisal.

“My darling little girl is going to work very hard to please me, isn’t she?” he asked, letting his own
lust give his voice that husky edge that left her breathless.

Hermione swallowed and nodded. Her pulse continued to race. Severus smirked and turned on his
heel, walking away from her. He ignored her little squeak of disappointment as he walked into the
closet.

He heard her softly expressed “oh” as the bookshelf blocked him from her view. Severus lifted the
torn knickers to his nose and breathed in the scent of her sex in a greedy gulp. He then placed the
knickers on a shelf and picked up the objects he had planned to use tonight.

“I’ve always wanted a little girl I could spoil and pamper.” He called out into the room before he
backed out of the closet, several items in his hand. “I wanted to give her toys and watch her play
with them. See her enjoy herself in her little games.” He crossed the room and placed everything in
his hands on the bed.

First came her specially shaped butt plug, in the shape of an oversized bright pink pacifier. Then
was a simple muggle bullet shaped vibrator, followed by the most specific item Hermione had
chosen for their toy chest. A life-sized dildo manufactured to be an identical twin to his own erect
member.

The idea of the dildo had embarrassed him at the start, but he appreciated Hermione’s careful
thought behind it. She loved to use toys in the bedroom, and she never wanted him to compare
himself to anyone after she learned of his jealous streak. So she had convinced him to model for her
and created the toy he would never be jealous of because it was a representation of him.

He tipped out the contents of the black velvet bag that was still in his hand and nine coins of
different sizes and metals fell out. Hermione had never seen these before. New little gifts that he
hadn’t bought for the holidays, but because he thought they would be fun.
Hermione had been watching him place everything down at the foot of the bed, and she didn’t even
try to restrain her curiosity over the coins.

“Do you want to play with your toys for me, precious?” He asked, meeting her eyes and pinning
her with his desire again. “Let me see you have your fun?”

Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep breath. She was thinking about him watching her, and how
exciting that was.

“Hmm?”

“Oh yes, Daddy,” her voice took on that sweet little tone she had when she was eager to please
him, “I want to play with all the special toys you got me.”

He allowed himself an indulgent smile, “Good girl, but first things first,” he deliberately lowered
his gaze to her still exposed sex. “My little girl has got all messy, and she needs to be cleaned up.”
Severus spoke in a very suggestive tone.

Hermione moaned, “Oh, yes, yes Daddy, I am very messy.” She tipped her head back against the
headboard in anticipation. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.

Severus knew she was expecting him to tease her with some prolonged cunnilingus, but he had
other plans for her.

He silently conjured a damp cloth and knelt on the bed, causing it to dip. Then Severus crawled up
the bed, deliberately positioning himself between her legs. Hermione still had her eyes closed so
could not see the cloth in his hand, and just felt his physical presence working its way over her
body.

She pursed her mouth, preparing for a kiss when he dragged the cloth over her face in an efficient
movement, finally cleaning the ink stain off her nose. She squeaked in surprise and lifted her hands
from the bed. Severus took advantage and cleaned the ink from her fingers as well.

When Hermione opened her eyes, the unspoken question obvious, he opened up the cloth to show
her the black smudges on the cloth. “I don’t want my little girl getting ink all over her pretty toys.”
He removed himself from the between her legs and crawled up off the bed.
He turned his back on her and walked to deposit the dirty cloth in the laundry hamper. Severus
heard Hermione shift out of position. “I can’t see you, young lady,” he warned, not looking over
his shoulder.

There were more movement noises behind him and he was confident she had returned to her
position, so he turned and focused his gaze on her core.

“Good girl,” he praised. She had shifted her hips slightly to show off her back passage as well. “I
want to see everything you do when you play. You do like to show off for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed readily.

“I thought you would.” Severus sat on the foot of the bed, resting his back against one pillar and
spreading his own legs wide to ease some of the tension there.

“Would you like me to show you how to play with these new toys?” He lifted one of the silver-
coloured coins in his hand, letting it roll across his knuckles before gripping it between his thumb
and forefinger. It was a flamboyant bit of showmanship, he knew, but it pleased him to see the
subtle admiration in his wife’s eyes.

She nodded and licked her bottom lip. Watching him had ignited something new in her and her hips
had shifted unconsciously.

“Use your words, precious.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’d like you to show me.”

“Good.” he kept up the act by letting go of the coin and snatching it out of the air. “This is a little
toy I like to use for a game of ‘Heads or Tails.”

Hermione’s eyes grew wide with excitement. Severus continued his explanation. “I’ll flip the coin
and whichever side lands up is the side I will put against your skin. Your job, my darling girl, is to
keep it in place.”
“What does each side do?”

“There are three different coins,” Severus said with solemnity. “This one in my hand heats to
slightly above body temperature and cools down to something like an ice cube, or the other side
vibrates in a variety of patterns.” He picked up one of the thicker bronze coins. “This one will give
a tiny electrical shock at random intervals, or the other side will give a steady pulse of differing
intensities. The gold-coloured coins have a little clamp in the middle that will tighten and release
slowly, or quickly, depending on its side.”

“Oh,” Hermione pursed her lips and tilted her head. She was adorable and so incredibly sexy at the
same time. “Daddy, could I ask for specific coins?”

“Explain yourself, precious.”

“Oh, I want to play with all of them, but I am worried that I am too sensitive for the gold and
bronze ones. I’m worried that I will ruin your game if we play with those today.”

Severus smiled inwardly, it was perfect the way she laid her boundaries out for him, letting him
hear her needs but keeping with the spirit of their minor scene. He loved her mind; he loved her.
“That is acceptable.”

He gathered six of the coins and placed them back into the pouch they had come from. “Shall I flip
the other three for you then?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed. Severus stood up and rolled a coin across his knuckles, enjoying the
way her eyes followed the coin, an expression of blatant admiration on her face. When the coin
reached his thumb, he flicked the coin into the air and caught it deftly, clapping it to the back of his
opposite hand. He took his attention from her to look down at the coin and smiled slowly.

“Yes, this will do,” he purred as he ran his thumbnail along the grooved edge of the coin. It started
a buzzing pattern. He held it up to her, letting her see the face of the coin he had exposed.
Embossed into the metal was the image of a stylised witch with her legs open and her head thrown
back in orgasmic ecstasy. “Now to put this somewhere special.”

Severus moved with all of his honed speed to Hermione’s side. He pulled down a cup of her bra
and took the very sensitive nipple into his mouth. He suckled and teased it, drawing more blood to
the surface and making Hermione squeal and wiggle, trying to pull away. Severus refused to be
moved. He kept his mouth gentle as he licked and teased her, but even with his delicate touch, it
was too much for her newly sensitive breasts.

Eventually he pulled back from her and ran the tip of his tongue around her puckered areola in a
lazy circle before placing the vibrating coin over her and covering her breast up with her bra.

“Daddy,” his precious girl panted, “Daddy, please.” She was trying very hard not to break her
position, but her hips kept twitching and bumping into him. Her face contorted when the vibrations
of the coin changed patterns, and she gasped.

“Be careful. I’ve only flipped one coin, and we have so many other toys to pay with. Be my good
girl, Hermione, and stay still.”

She opened her eyes and whined in the back of her throat, her hips still twitching slightly. He
pulled himself back away from her, giving her time to get used to the stimulation. Severus
wouldn’t lie to himself. Watching her try to master her physical desires in order to please him, to
endure erotic discomfort at his request, was exhilarating. He was selfish enough to want to draw
this out longer, to see how much she would endure for him.

He rolled a second coin back and forth across his knuckles, watching Hermione try to marshal her
composure. When her eyes landed on his again, large but steady, he flipped the coin and caught it
without looking, slapping it to his wrist.

“Same again, my darling, so I think it should go with its twin, don’t you?” He drawled and attacked
her other breast. Teasing and torturing her nipple with his soft mouth and tongue, Hermione lost
her battle with herself and thrust her hips into the air. He drew away and placed the other coin on
her, its vibrations varying from the original, and secured its place with the cup of her bra.

Severus then skimmed his hand down her body and rested his palm against her hip. He pushed her
down to rest again on the bed. Then, Severus let his fingers glide over her stomach and under her
navel to the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs.

His fingers danced lightly over her, providing nothing more than a slight tickling sensation, teasing
her while she tried to get comfortable with the two differing patterns of vibrations over stimulating
her nipples.
He could feel her muscles clenching, grasping for stimulus and he knew that while she could
endure more for his sake, he would not ask it of her.

“Maybe Princess is spoiled for choice here. I think that two coins will be enough for our little
game, hm? We have other fantastic toys to play with after all.” When he mentioned the other toys,
he let his middle finger dip a little deeper into her warmth and press gently next to her clitoris,
giving her a hint of relief.

“Yes, Daddy.” She stilled at his touch and wet her lips again. Inspiring him to go forward with his
next stage of his plan.

He lifted his hand from her sex and grabbed the oversized pacifier. “Here darling girl, suck on your
dummy while I get you ready for your next bit of fun.”

Hermione dutifully opened her mouth, and he placed the vibrant pink teat in between her lips. The
exaggerated toy stretched them wide, and she had to work to make it bob like a traditional pacifier
would.

She was perfection, laid out like this, open and willing, listening to him, letting him guide her,
trusting him. He breathed in deeply and slid further down the bed to sit below her spread knees.

When he could see everything she had on display, and he could look up between the valley of her
contained breasts to witness that ridiculous dummy bobbing up and down as she worked it with her
tongue, he paused, closed his eyes and steadied himself. Then he pressed a single finger against the
pucker of her arse and drew a tiny circle with it. He summoned some lubricant from the toy closet
with his other hand and dripped a tiny stream over his finger.

When her muscles relaxed slightly, he added more lubrication and inserted his finger, being gentle
and continuing to relax the ring, eventually adding a second finger and then a third. Soon three of
his fingers were moving freely in and out of her, still slowing to draw circles, when Hermione
clenched against him.

While he had worked over her, Hermione dutifully kept trying to suck on the plug in her mouth, but
the enormous size kept her from swallowing properly and drool leaked from the corners of her
mouth. By the time Severus had added his third finger, Hermione had stopped trying to manipulate
the toy in her mouth and was moaning wantonly around the device.
When he was sure he had relaxed her enough to take the full plug, Severus reached up and pulled
the device from her mouth. He kept his other hand moving in and out of her a few more times,
listening to her moans freely. Then he replaced his fingers with the oversized pacifier and pressed it
against her passage.

“There we go, precious, time to put your dummy away.” He pushed until the stylised mouth shield
rested securely against her still swollen backside, and the characteristic dip rested just below the
opening to her vagina. He tapped the spot in the middle of the handle and the device glowed a
gentle red as it warmed up.

“Now, the play time begins,” Severus sat back on the bed, conjuring another damp cloth to wipe
his fingers clean. “Take your favourite wand and play with it, my dear. Let me watch you enjoy
your toys.”

Hermione lifted her head to look up at him. She was flushed, her pupils blown wide and her breath
was coming in short bursts as various sensations threatened to overwhelm her. Her hand reached
down to grab the dildo, though it was out of reach. “I can really play with it, Daddy?” she asked
him.

“Yes Princess, I want to watch you enjoy the special gifts I have given you.”

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up at the reference, and for a moment Severus worried he had broken
the moment as she seemed to ignore the coins and the plug.

“Anything my daddy gives me is special.” She purred with emphasis, “I will treasure it always.”
Her eyes fluttered closed as one coin picked up intensity briefly. The dildo flew into her hand with
a smack and Severus let out a sigh of relief, which morphed into a stifled groan as Hermione
opened her mouth and licked the tip of the dildo.

She took her time, ignoring her own frustration, to tease and fellate the replica of his cock. She ran
her tongue over the tip of the silicone head with broad strokes that she knew he favoured. Then she
opened her mouth wide and swallowed half its length quickly, hollowing out her cheeks as she held
it there.

“Maybe I took your dummy away too soon, princess.” It surprised Severus that his voice was so
steady, watching her go to town on that toy was making a large impact on him. He needed to regain
his control and gripped the dildo, pulling it out of her mouth with a wet pop.
“No, Daddy,” Hermione pouted. “I like my dummy, but I love my wand.”

“Well, let me see if I can use this wand to make you happy.” He pressed the button on the dildo's
base, activating the warming element in it. “You’ve already got it all wet, so I don’t need to, but I
am going to warm it up.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She rested her head back against the wall and shuddered a little as the vibrations in
her bra changed again.

He teased the tip of the toy over her outer lips, and pressed gently beside her clitoris, knowing full
well if he were to offer it direct stimulation right now she would combust in orgasmic bliss.

He wasn’t ready to let her have her release yet.

As he continued to tease her with gentle pressure and slow deliberate penetration of the device,
Hermione understood what Severus was doing.

“Noooooo Daddy, please, don’t tease me like this. I’ll be a good girl.” She tried to encourage him
to push the fake cock deeper into her entrance with subtle twitches of her hips. Severus pulled it out
and waited until Hermione resumed her presentation pose.

“Do you think you have earned a reward, little one?” He asked her, “Or do naughty girls have to
take their punishments with grace?”

She let out another whine and stuck out her bottom lip; he wanted to bite it. “I’ve been a naughty
girl,” she mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve been a naughty girl!” she almost shouted and clenched as her admission aroused her further.

“How naughty?”
“Very naughty,” she breathed. Her hands clenched at the bedsheets, and then she started her
confession in a long breathless babble. “I was rude to my special Daddy, I talked back to him when
he was trying to help me, I teased him over and over again with my bum, that makes Daddy
uncomfortable when I wiggle my bum like that, I knew it and I wanted Daddy to be uncomfortable,
I then made a mess so that Daddy would have to pick up after me, I didn’t even thank Daddy for
letting me play with his toys, I was very naughty with my wand, I used it to tease Daddy even
more, sucking on it like it was a lolly, teasing him with it when he told me to play with my toys. I
was very bad, so bad that my spanking wasn’t bad. I liked my spanking. It made me messy and wet
and I am getting messier now. I’ve been a very bad girl, Daddy.”

Severus reached up and caressed her face, stopping her confession. “Yes, you have been naughty,
little one, but you are being honest. Which is a wonderful thing and I am proud of you for
admitting what you did wrong.” Hermione moaned at his praise and nuzzled into his hand. “You
now get to play with your toy,” he placed the dildo back into her hand, “but you may not make
yourself come. Since you decided you wanted to show off, I want to see how long you can last.”

Severus pulled away from her and off the bed and sat down on a footstool and looked up the bed to
watch Hermione. He didn’t shield her from the desire he felt as he watched.

Hermione flushed and manoeuvred the dildo to her entrance. She looked directly at him as she
pushed it slowly into herself, but quickly rolled her eyes back as she pleasured herself with the
replica of his penis.

It doesn’t take her long to reach the precipice, the prolonged foreplay having done most of the
work for her, and the mental games she and Severus had been playing had also done their part.

Severus knew just when she struggled to stop herself. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw him
watching her intently, silently. Hermione started pumping the dildo in and out of herself furiously,
keeping her eyes on him, taking brief gasps.

“If you come, princess, I will be disappointed.” Severus warned.

Hermione groaned and pulled the dildo out of herself and closed her eyes.

“My good girl, so perfect, trying so hard to please me.” The praise came easily to him, and it made
a significant impact on her as well. Hermione took in a deep breath and gripped the dildo again.
She shifted her hips and with her free hand adjusted the plug in her arse slightly before inserting
the dildo back into her vagina and fucking herself again.

“That’s my darling girl. Taking your time with these things is important. You need to learn the joys
of delayed gratification.” He spoke to her, using his softest, most encouraging tones. Severus knew
what his voice could do to her, he was banking on her reactions. “Aren’t you a lucky little lady to
have me to help teach you about these things? Showing you repeatedly how to take your time.”

Hermione’s hands moved more quickly, thrusting the dildo in and out of herself in more and more
frenzied motions.

“You have the best teacher for these things, I think, my darling girl. After all, I don’t give in to my
baser instincts.” Hermione whined and pulled the dildo out and let it rest on the bed again. “Aren’t
you a lucky girl? I am strong enough to guide you through all of this and you can show me how
strong and beautiful you are while you learn.”

Hermione picked up the dildo again and pleasured herself with it. She thrust into herself a handful
more times and her composure broke. She did her breathless babble.

“Yes, Daddy, Teach me, Daddy, I want to be your good girl, I want to be so good for you, I will be
a brave girl, Daddy,” she thrust frantically as she spoke and Severus knew she couldn’t take much
more.

She had brought herself to the edge of climax at least three times that he had noticed, after a long
time of buildup as well. Her hair was now plastered to her forehead with beads of sweat, and she
was flushed from her face down to her chest from the exertion of being so aroused and unable to
find release.

He stood up and walked to the side of the bed, standing at her chest and reaching over the smooth
some of hair away from her face. “I’m still watching you, princess.” He stopped her incoherent
babbling by kissing her deeply. Hermione stopped, let go of the toy still buried inside her and
reached up to caress him. She opened into his kiss, meeting him with desperate passion.

Severus’s free hand grazed over her breast, checking on the status of the coin. It was still here he
expected it to be, and it was still vibrating in its irregular pattern. Hermione gasped into his mouth
and started panting.
“Please, Daddy, please let me come. I’ve learned my lesson Daddy, I can be patient, I have been
patient, Daddy. Daddy, you smell so good. Please Daddy, it feels so good in me. I want to come.
Can I come for you Daddy?”

Severus continued to smooth her brow and caress her breasts. “You are being very good, my
sweet.” He lifted his hands from her and stepped back. “So good, I am going to give you a very
special treat.” He undid his trousers and finally freed his erection. It felt that if he compared it to
the silicone version still sticking out of his wife’s sex, the original would be longer and thicker,
because he had been hard for so long.

Hermione wasn’t the only one who had been dealing with denial. He grunted and tugged on
himself a few times. It wouldn’t take much to take him over the edge.

Hermione hadn’t reached down to touch the dildo, her full attention was on his cock and the hand
working it over. She dropped her hands to the side of the bed and opened her mouth wide,
expecting him to use her mouth.

“No, baby, this is a different treat.” He tilted his hips and positioned himself so that he was
pointing at her stomach.

“Daddy,” she gasped in awe and lust. It was enough to send him over the edge, and he ejaculated
all over her naked skin. Hermione threw her own head back and thrust her hips in the air,
dislodging the dildo. “Yes, Daddy, paint me with your cum. Mark me as your dirty girl. Yes, oh,
Daddy, I’m such a lucky girl to have a daddy who makes me messy. I want Daddy to do it again.
Cover me in you, Daddy. I am a naughty girl, a dirty, naughty girl.”

As the aftershocks faded, Severus took the time to put himself away to regain his composure, then
gripped the little bullet between his fingers. Hermione was continuing her monologue, debasing
herself and praising him, and she was unaware of what he was doing.

He pressed the soft button on the little vibrator and adjusted it to Hermione’s favourite setting.

“Remember my filthy girl, you are not to come yet.” He warned and lowered the vibrator to her
clit.

“Noooo, Daddy, please, oh Daddy, please let me come,” she begged, jerking about. Her hands
tangled in the bedding underneath her. “Daddy, it’s too much. I need to come. I can smell you
Daddy, smell you on my skin, I am so full with the plug in me, Daddy, the coins, the coins hurt so
good. Daddy, I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come.” Her voice was weak with the strain of
holding her orgasm back.

She took a deep breath and let it out through her nose. Somewhere, Severus didn’t know where.
She pulled from her amazing well of strength and she whispered. “Daddy, I’m sorry. Please let me
come. Please?”

She could have asked him for the moon, and he would have granted it to her. The moment was too
perfect for words. She was too perfect for him. “Come for me, baby girl.”

Hermione curled in on herself and then seemingly exploded outward, her limbs straightening, her
back arching, and her mouth opening. In sharp contrast to her earlier vocalisations, Hermione’s
voice was soft and low, and a growl sounded from deep in her chest.

He loved watching her like this. When she gave in to a deep full bodied orgasm that only came
after a prolonged session, she let him see her wild and untameable, yet she let herself be ruled by
him.

Severus removed the coins from her bra before she was fully aware of her surroundings. He didn’t
want to aggravate her any further, knowing she was usually very sensitive after one of these types
of orgasms.

As her breathing regulated, he commanded her to bear down, and he removed the plug from her
backside. He put all the items he used to the side for cleaning and maintenance at a later time. Then
he conjured another damp cloth and began cleaning her up.

First, he wiped down her inner thighs, removing all traces of lubricant and her orgasm. He used a
fresh cloth to wipe down her face and shoulders, cleaning her of perspiration. Then, with a warmer
cloth, he wiped down her belly carefully, being very gentle and very slow. Using his movements to
remind her she wore his seed, and that he was treating it as a special treasure because it was
important to her.

When she was finally clean, he removed his own clothes and sat down on the bed beside her and
pulled her to his chest. While she rested her head against him, he unclipped her bra and guided the
shoulder straps down her arms.
Hermione hissed a little as the full weight of her breasts was subject to gravity’s pull, but she just
pressed closer to him, making soft sleepy noises.

“That’s my good little girl,” He praised, “So soft, so beautiful, so strong, so brave. I am very proud
of you.” He reached behind himself and wandlessly summoned the little box from the bedroom. It
landed in his hand with a quiet thump as he continued to lavish praise on Hermione.

She shifted her position to settle more comfortably against him, settling her bruised bottom into his
lap and pressing his cock into the very warm crease between her cheeks. “It is so rare that you do
that.” She muttered, “I love it so much, but I think I may love it more because you don’t do it as
often.”

“What is that, love?” He pulled away slightly so that her voice was easier for him to hear.

“You don’t normally come on me.”

Severus chuckled, “That would defeat the purpose of us having intercourse.”

“What if I told you that isn’t a concern anymore?” Hermione asked shyly.

“Is that what this is about?” Severus asked as he held up the package that had started all of this.
Hermione blushed and tried to bury her face in his shoulder. “Now, now, no need to be bashful
now, my precious. Tell me.” He coaxed her to look up at him.

“It’s not a Christmas present. I was going to give it to you at dinner this evening.”

Severus had figured out what the gift had represented much earlier, but it still took everything he
had to remain calm as he asked her, “It’s evening now; shall I open it?”

“Yes.”

He brought one arm around Hermione’s shoulders to keep her close to him as he used both his
hands to untie the ribbon and open up the package. Inside the thin box was a brightly coloured
greeting card with the words “The World’s Greatest Daddy” written in a childish font as if drawn
by crayon. There was also a long white stick with a blue cap on it. Severus swallowed and lifted
the stick out of the box. He turned it over and saw a pink plus sign in the little window on the
underside of the stick.

“How far along?” he asked, surmised at how calm he sounded.

“About seven weeks, I figure, but I’ve not done the scan. I wanted to do that with you.”

Severus kissed her temple. He looked at the muggle test again. He was already a daddy, but now
he was going to be a father. Hermione was pregnant with his child.

“Thank you, my darling.”

Hermione blushed again and wiggled in his lap, deliberately brushing up against his cock. He felt
the stirrings in himself; it would seem it did not satisfy his wife to have only one orgasm this day.

“What is it, precious?” he asked.

“I don’t know if it’s normal, but my sex drive seems to have increased in the past few days.”

“Is that why you were so indirect earlier? Because you know that if you have something truly
important to say, you can tell me outright, no matter what role I am in.”

“Oh, I know,” she affirmed, alleviating the hints of guilt that he still felt about pushing her so hard
earlier. “I got angry at you for assuming the worst, but then you used that tone with me, and I
melted. I got really caught up in it.” She wiggled again. “It was fun. I like those coins.”

“Well, my pretty girl,” Severus put the pregnancy test down on the bed and scooped his wife up
into his arms. “Let’s see about helping you relax, and we can celebrate this good news.”

“I’d love that, Daddy” Hermione clasped his face in her hands and gave him one of her soul-
healing kisses.
He was truly gifted with her presence in his life.

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