"Legs down. I want you bent over this table." She didn’t move at first, trying to think through why he would say that. To smack her more? If so, why change position? It would give him more room, but why would he need.... Hermione’s eyes widened as an image flashed in her head. Him standing behind her, striking her backside with a belt. True fear shot through her as she realized the thought had made her pussy throb. No. She did not want that; could not want that. It would hurt too much.