"Yes, sir." Hermione’s center shifted desperate for friction, for some sort of relief. He was barely touching her, but she felt like she was wound tighter than a spool with anticipation. She heard the sound before she felt the sting from the palm of his hand. It burned more than it hurt, and she choked on a moan once it registered. She could feel the way the warmth radiated from the spot as it dissipated and spread.