It tore Bellatrix’s soul up, that she felt her body grow warmer and warmer with each spank, at the thought of Hermione rewarding her with some token of her affection, but she couldn’t help it. The brutal training of her body was just one factor working against her, Bellatrix hadn’t been allowed to choose her meals, wasn’t allowed to eat a table, when she had begged Hermione for her suppressants the vampire had laughed at her for a solid minute. Once she caught her breath she had simply remarked that suppressants were for those who didn’t want to be bred, Bellatrix hips wouldn’t sway the way they did, her tits wouldn’t bounce so perky, her cunts scent wouldn’t be so strong if breeding wasn’t all her body was meant for.