Waiting to learn what was going to happen was pure torture. She had obviously been wrong when she was put on her back that she was going to get another spanking. She tried to rub her thighs together to get some relief, but not matter how she strained she couldn't do it. Lavender whined as she waited.
Lavender gasped the feather teased her. "Oh…you are evil," she whimpered. Her tone was gracious and she smiled before it was shattered by a moan that vibrated out of her. With Fleur in her lap, she squirmed wildly but didn't move much.
When the feather stopped, she could feel the scratch of the quill writing on her. The sensation was wonderful but she didn't expect the surge of pleasure. As Fleur wrote her name, Lavender felt very connected to her even though she had no idea what she was writing.
"Merlin, what are you doing to me?" Lavender moaned excitedly.