She sighed in contentment and comfort of their shared love. Her head lay on her folded forearms, breath warming the space between her mouth and the sh...et of the bed. Her eyes were closed so that she could concentrate on the pleasure of his touch.Brian, lent forward, taking in the smell of her, savouring the faint aroma from the soap she had used that morning. He kissed the small of her back where the curve of her spine, in concave undulation, met the top of her buttocks. His dry lips brushed. Mostly. And she did have one thing that needed doing before she died -- well, assuming she wasn't just queasy from that stew they'd eaten for dinner last night (she'd asked Ron if it hadn't smelled off, but he'd just continued eating with his usual enthusiasm) -- one thing she'd really regret not doing.Hermione Granger was not going to die a virgin.She and Ron had been together since New Year's, and had done some very enjoyable things, but she'd always stopped short of -- what did all those. His psychologist diagnosed him with gender dysphoria and he started reassignment therapy. Charles became Carla. As Carla she was finally happy with herself — the depression and self-loathing were gone. She’s been sober and clean ever since. Carla reconciled with her folks, got her GED and her dad found her work at his company in the art department as an illustrator. She has always been a talented artist and she worked on training material and so on.”“It sounds like a happy ending,” she. .."Relax, slave. You have a long day ahead of you"As the crop came down again and again, I felt the chill spread though me....As the crop came down with mounting aggression, the room grew silent. My tormentor continued her assault on my back, shoulders and buttocks in an increasingly aggressive manner, no one moved, no one spoke, all eyes were centered on the red and purple welts forming on my body. I was beyond the pain. All I could feel was the chill and the lust. Lust for Master Paul, and.