"I’m sorry too," he sighed. "I didn’t want to punish you. I told you not to come. You chose not to listen to me, Hermione." He slapped the paddle against his own palm, enjoying the sting. He nodded to himself and flipped Hermione over so that her face was near Draco’s. The blond was watching Theo wide-eyed, but whispered soothing words to Hermione as Theo used the paddle on her ass cheeks, the rhythm fast and hard. Hermione let out a scream at the first strike, but then quieted. He didn’t stop until they were both bright red, the word standing out on her flesh like a marquee. Hermione was sobbing softly, tears running down her cheeks.