Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.13
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, denial, humiliation, fantasy)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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Later on, Harriet went back to her dorm room, and began
outlining her plans in earnest. She idly twirled her
pencil through her fingers, occasionally glancing at the
door as if expecting something.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Heather stormed in fuming
mad.
"What in the hell did you think you were doing in the
cafeteria?"
"Exactly what you wanted," Harriet said, unperturbed.
"But-but," Heather stuttered. She couldn't help glancing
down at Harriet's crotch, the curly haired girl wasn't even
wearing her robe. Just a tight pair of BVD's which did
little to hide the phallic shaped wand within. Heather
found she couldn't keep her eyes off the protuberance. "Y-
you're drawing too much attention . . . and why aren't you
wearing your robe? We have class in a few minutes."
"Because it's hot in here," Harriet said. Her hand went
down to her crotch and slid up and down bulge, outlining
the shape. "Don't you think it's hot?"
Heather felt herself growing aroused and more than a little
flushed at the erotic display. "Maybe a little," she
admitted.
Harriet spread her legs wide and pressed down on her
underwear, causing the mushroom shaped head to peak out
from the fly of the briefs. "Maybe a lot," she said.
Heather was entranced like a moth to a flame.
"Say Heather," Harriet asked in a unconcerned voice.
"Where's my share of the money?"
"What money?"
"The money you've been making selling me - selling this."
Harriet pointed down to her crotch. Now, two inches of the
wand rose of from the band of Harriet's briefs.
Heather was clearly growing more and more anxious from this
line of questioning and from the sight of her near nude
roommate. "Ah-ah I'll give you your share later."
"Just how much is my share? What percent?"
"It's enough." Heather snapped. She was annoyed by
Harriet's presumption. Heather knew it was high time to
put the little upstart in her place.
"Greedy slut," Heather slyly whispered, advancing on the
semi-nude girl. "My little whore-lock, you'll get what I
give you and smile like the good little bitch boy you are."
Harriet couldn't help but to react to the dreadful filthy
words. Her hands moved over her body caressing small
breasts and nipples of their own volition. While she might
not have control over her body, she still retained control
of her mind, but not by much.
Heather reached beneath her robe and her panties fell into
a puddle at her feet. She advanced on the writhing girl on
the bed.
"Come here," Harriet urged. "I'll do you. I'll do you
just like I'll do everyone else. *For free*."
Heather stopped in her tracks.
"That's right," Harriet grinned. "I'll give it away. I'll
flood the marketplace with wooden cock. Law of supply and
demand Sweets. Let's see how much you can sell it for
then."
They didn't cover economics at Frogwart's, but Heather
wasn't stupid either. What Harriet said made sense. Who
would want to buy a fuck, when they could get it for free?
She stopped and stared at Harriet with a sudden new
respect.
"Okay," Heather said. "Seventy-thirty."
Harriet took off her BVD's and leaned back against the
wall. "You can do better than that Babe," she said,
waggling her cock at Heather.
"Sixty-forty." Heather pulled her robe over her head. Her
mousy brown triangle of hair was matted with moisture. She
crawled into Harriet's lap, flung her hair back out of her
face, and attempted to mount the hard phallus.
However, Harriet stopped her at the last moment. "Fifty-
fifty and you ride for free."
"Deal," Heather gasped, as Harriet teased her with the
wand, but didn't penetrate her.
"Good," Harriet said, finally allowing the blonde to mount
her wooden cock. She wrapped her hands around Heather,
firmly grasped the girl's tight arse and buried the dildo
to the root. "Let's fuck on it."
And they did.
******************
After that, things were working out much better for
Harriet. She had money. She had a map of the Frogwart's
and its surrounding grounds courtesy of Candice. She had
her homework being done by a young Redrobe.
Her only problems were: She hadn't been caught slipping
the wand into any of her classmates and gotten thrown out
of school as a result. It wasn't for lack of trying
either. There had been some close calls, but so far she
had escaped detection by the teachers.
And though she had more sex than she would have ever
imagined - she was still no closer to an orgasm than she
was since she arrived.
Her last problem had to do with the map of Frogwart's that
Candice had given her. She had the map sure, but she
didn't know how to use it. Well, she knew how to use a map
alright, but Frogwart's was big and as impossible as it
seems, it was even bigger inside than it was on the
outside. Too big to search with her limited time.
But Harriet knew there had to be some way to scientifically
approach the problem. Otherwise she could spend weeks
exploring the massive structure. Yes, there had to be a
mundane solution to this very magical problem.
"Hey, how-ya-doin toots?" asked a voice from underneath
her, a voice that ought not to have been there.
"Oh shit!" Harriet screamed, jumping up out of her seat and
landing hard on her bottom.
"Hey, watch the tail . . . watch the tail," warned the
sleek black cat beneath her chair.
Harriet's heart was beating a mile a minute. She clutched
a hand to her chest. "You scared the bejesus out of me.
You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"Hey, I walk through walls. How-am-I *not* gonna sneak up
on people? Besides, you've been a busy chick. I haven't
wanted to interrupt you when you were shall we say
'occupied'", the cat said, it's whiskers wrinkling up as if
in a grin. "Damn girl, you've been getting more pussy than
I have."
Harriet felt her quim quiver. It even seemed to respond
when the cat cussed - a cat that shouldn't be speaking,
much less cussing and sounding a bit too much like Joe
Pesci than a anyone should be allowed to.
"Are you the cat I saw back home?" Harriet asked.
"Who else would I be? There some other cat been
impersonatin' me?" Blackie said.
"No," Harriet said, trying to calm the agitated cat. "But
I wanted to be sure. You never know."
"Yeah, you never know." The black cat swished his tail
indignantly then jumped up on the table Harriet was working
at. "So, what's cookin'?"
Harriet picked the cat up and unceremoniously put it back
on the floor.
"Hey!" the cat protested.
"You stay down there. This is people stuff." Harriet said,
straightening the map on her desk. "Jesus! Shit!" she
gasped, her chair screeching as she backpedaled, when the
cat moved through the table and perched back on top of her
desk. Yes, that's right, the cat moved through the table
as if it wasn't even there, perched on top, and studied the
map.
"Look Toots, I'm your familiar, so you better stop thinking
of me as a cat. How many cats you know can talk? How many
cats you know can jump through a table? How many cats you
know can do this?"
"Do what?" asked the young sorceress.
"Close your eyes. Close your eyes and picture me in your
mind."
Harriet did. Amazingly enough, she saw herself sitting
there with her eyes closed. It was different though. It
seemed more clear - brighter - bigger! Then the view
shifted, and she was looking at a black furry paw right in
front of her face. She licked it. It was then she
realized what had happened.
"Wow! I can see through your eyes," Harriet said in
amazement.
"Not bad huh?" said Blackie.
"Not bad *at all*," Harriet said. "Okay, you can come up
on the table and see what I'm working on, but don't mess up
anything. I'll tell you what I know so far. . ." The
young sorceress filled the cat in on what she had seen and
what she was trying to do to get to the bottom of Paige's
mysterious death. She left out the part about getting
thrown out of school. The cat didn't need to know about
that. ". . . .and maybe now that you're here and can walk
through walls, together we can solve this mystery."
"Sounds pretty good o' wanded one, but there is a slight
problem with your plan," the cat seemed to swell in size,
leapt up, and landed at the edge of the table. "I've
already been looking! Even without a map, I've combed this
cold dreary school from one side to the other and I haven't
found a single thing - not one blasted thing. Then again,
maybe I have, but I just can't remember it. What good is
it going to do to search again, if I forget what I find?"
Harriet scratched the cat behind his ears, and his angry
demeanor disappeared into a series of purrs. "You look so
cute when you get mad," she giggled.
"Hey, stop it you. I'm a familiar, not a freakin' house
pet."
"Listen, Blackie," Harriet said, picking the cat up, and
holding it in her arms. "We don't just have to depend on
your magic. Using the map, you are going to check out each
room and the surrounding grounds in a logical manner. When
you are done, we mark off the areas you remember visiting.
If you don't remember an area, then *that* area is the one
we want. Get it? The spell might make it hard to
remember, but as long as we can still think, we can beat
this thing."
"But how do we know if I forget?"
"Simple. You look at the map and pick ten rooms to search.
You search them, come back here, put your little black paw
in the ink well and mark the map, if you remember the area.
The area without a black paw is the one we are looking
for."
"You're pretty smart for a chick, Hotter . . . now give me
a good scratch underneath my chin. Yes- there, right
there," Blackie purred.
"I can see why they don't let housecat's talk," said
Harriet.
*****************
Back at the Black robe's hall, there were plans being made
as well. Not about matters of life and death, but far more
important matters. . . the upcoming championship Macrosse
match in particular.
It was to be the defending champs, the Black robes, against
the gray robes. It was the first time the Gray robes were
in the championship match in over fifty years.
"The Black robes have won ten years in a row, and I for
one, don't want this to be the year we are defeated. I
could handle losing to the whites or even the reds, but the
grays - it would be an affront and a tremendous
humiliation."
"Well, they've got a good team. They've also got the best
Macrosse player."
"Yeah, that Harriet bitch. It isn't even fair to play
against her . . . she doesn't even have magic."
"What are we going to do?" several Blackrobes asked.
"Same thing we always do," said Julia. "Cheat."
"Lovelle, Harriet sort of trusts you. Here's what I want
you to do." She whispered something in Lovelle's ear and
then continued to the other Black robes. "And make sure no
one tells Candice. I think she might be a little too close
to that Hotter whore."
**************
The next few days passed without event. Blackie continued
his search of Frogwart's, but as of yet hadn't found
anything suspicious. Black paw prints now covered most of
the first floor of Frogwart's.
Harriet was doing pretty well in her schoolwork. She was
still unable to work the simplest of spells, but she
performed the motions and incantations well enough to earn
a passing grade. Her plan to get thrown out of school had
been a failure, but she kept trying.
Why just this morning she had taken a young White robe and
gave her an education in love. Which in itself was not a
big thing, only the where and when of it was unusual. . .
************
"Here?" Serena asked with disbelief.
"Here," Harriet replied, a wicked gleam twinkled in her
eye.
"But this is a classroom," said the nervous blonde.
"What better place for you to get an education." Harriet
moved behind the girl and pressed her hard wand between the
valley of the girl's fleshy bottom. "And you did pay to
be educated -- to be taught, didn't you?"
"I can't." Serena tried to pull away. This wasn't going
the way she had planned at all. She pictured herself being
romanced in Harriet's room, not being fucked in a classroom
where someone could come in and catch them in the act.
Catch her and know she paid to be fucked - fucked by this
strange girl with no magic, save a mysterious power of
sexual attraction. For when she looked in Harriet's eyes,
she saw an intensity - an intensity of sexual hunger she
had never seen in anyone's eyes before. Little did she
know it was caused by Harriet being in a state of constant
sexual excitement and yearning, that was never fulfilled.
Harriet held the girl easily, not letting Serena pull away.
She nuzzled her way beneath her curly blonde hair and
nibbled an earlobe. "Yes, you can."
"No please, I can't," Serena begged. She could feel her
nipples hardening from the effects of this devious girl's
attention. "Look, keep the money. It's too risky."
"Are you saying no to your teacher?" Harriet asked,
tweaking her captive's twin hardened nubs of flesh beneath
the soft cotton robe.
"No-I mean yes. . ."
Harriet's lips curled in a deviously wicked grin. She
worked the white fabric of Serena's robe up until she held
the hem securely in her hands, then tugged up in a
surprisingly quick motion. The reluctant blonde tried to
stop the forceful disrobing, but this only served to leave
her far more helpless than if she had been stripped.
Instead, she found herself with her arms and head trapped
in the robe, naked from her breasts down. Harriet held her
trapped in such a precariously vulnerable position bent
over the teacher's desk.
"Do you know what happens to naughty girls who disobey
their teachers?"
"No-no-no!" Serena cried, wiggling her inviting body in
such lovely contortions.
"That's it - a little louder so someone will hear you and
come look," Harriet said.
"Oh you wicked monster," the trapped blonde said, her body
ceased struggling, surrendering to her tormentor.
"Now tell me what happens to naughty girls." Harriet
grinned, stroking the vulnerable plump bottom in front of
her.
"Oh please no. . ."
"Tell me."
". . . they get spanked."
"That's right. They get spanked on their naughty bottoms.
Now ask me nicely for it."
"Oh God," Serena groaned, the muscles of her twin cheeks
clenching in anticipation. "Please-please spank me."
"On my naughty bottom," Harriet encouraged. "Go on say
it."
"Spank me . . .please . . . on my naughty bottom." Serena
blushed inside the prison of her robe. "There I said it.
Are you happy? Ohhh-I hate you, you horrible wicked
fiend."
"You hate me do you?" Harriet's fingers pressed against
Serena's tightly clenched thighs.
Serena burned with humiliation as she felt Harriet's
fingers wiggle their way through her tight defenses. 'Oh
God, please no. Don't let her discover the secrets of my
secret place.'
But her thoughts were in vain as nimble fingers wrestled
the truth out of her.
"Is that why your little honeypot is leaking you naughty
girl? I think you want your naughty bottom spanked. I
think you want it very much." Harriet withdrew her fingers
from the wet folds of flesh and groped and pulled at
Serena's plump globes of flesh. "And such a lovely bottom
it is - so plump - so white - so soft - so delightfully
spankable. I think we will start off with a nice shade of
pink."
Harriet gave the soft white moons a few slaps, leaving
several pink handprints decorating the innocent white
flesh.
"Ohhh, I wish you could see how your chubby cheeks dance
for me. They jiggle and wiggle so delightfully and they
look so cute now that they have a few of my handprints on
them. But you know what would be even better. If they were
a solid shade of pink all around."
"Oh no please!"
"Oh yes!" Harriet spanked the squirming girl in earnest,
starting first from the tops, then working to the insides
and flanks, before finally settling on the bottom
cheekswell. That was the best part, Harriet decided,
taking delight in the way it made the whole mound of flesh
press up in a tight mass, before descending back down and
expanding and returning back to shape. The sound of
Serena's pants turned to groans, and finally to soft gasps
beneath the white robe.
"Mmmmm, that's much better," declared Harriet, casting her
gaze down at the pink globes Serena's ample arse. "I've
evened it out to a nice shade of pink." She caressed the
tender bottom with her hand. It felt warm-almost hot to
the touch. "You've always had a hot arse Serena, and now
it's even hotter," Harriet laughed. "Speaking of hot, do
you have the hots for me - the hots for teacher?"
"I don't have anything for you. I hate you - you fiendish
monster," came the muffled response from beneath the robe.
"Such a disobedient bottom on an impudent girl. You'll
learn to show more respect to your teacher. Just for that,
I think we will go for a nice shade of red."
"Wait," Serena cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . . Miss
Hotter." She burned with humiliation. She couldn't
believe she said such a thing.
"Miss Hotter . . . I think I like the sound of that,"
Harriet said. "Now, straighten your legs you wicked girl.
Let me see if you really have the hots for me."
Serena was furious. Mad with herself for being stupid
enough to consider paying for sex, mad at that viscous
Hotter girl for heaping such atrocities on her, but most of
all she was mad at her body. Mad because it was betraying
her lock stock and barrel, selling her down the river that
ran between her tightly clenched thighs. Reluctantly, she
straightened her legs, causing her back to arch and her
legs to spread in the process. She was exposed, totally
laid bare to this depraved fiendish girl.
Harriet ran her fingers through Serena's rapidly blossoming
sex. "Yes, I do believe you have the hots for me and you
look so pretty like this. It's a shame I can't see my
favorite student's pretty face. Do you think you could
promise to behave if I let you out from under that hot-
stifling robe?"
"Yes, Harriet - YEOW!" Serena yelped, as she was surprised
by a particularly hard smack to her already tender and very
warm bottom.
"Miss Hotter," Harriet corrected.
"Yes, Miss Hotter."
"Good," Harriet said, moving to the other side of the desk
and trailing her hand up Serena's body as she did so.
"Raise your hands; I know it must be hot under there."
Serena, thinking that Harriet was going to pull her robe
back down, raised her arms up. To her surprise, the robe
was promptly pulled off and tossed in the corner.
"No!" Serena squealed. "Give that back!"
"Shhh." Harriet captured Serena's head between her hands,
tilted it up and kissed her firmly on the mouth. As
Harriet's tongue eagerly explored the young blonde's
innocent mouth, the distraught girl couldn't help but to
respond. Soon she was even kissing her back and sucking at
Harriet's full lips.
Harriet pulled away, shrugged her shoulders, and her gray
robe slid down her lean body into a puddle at her feet.
She was naked, but for her shoes and a pair of bulging
BVD's. "You're a very beautiful girl Serena. Has anyone
ever told you that?" Harriet quickly shed her boy's
underwear, standing naked, her wand only inches from
Serena's face.
Serena cheeks burned. She shook her head. "I've been told
I was cute or pretty."
"You do have pretty blonde hair," Harriet said, running her
hands through the girl's hair. "And you have a cute little
pixie nose." She lifted Serena's face by her nose, until
the blonde's mouth was level with her crotch. "And a sexy
mouth. Would you give me a kiss with your sexy mouth?"
With the wooden phallus mere millimeters from Serena's
lips, it was clear what Harriet wanted her to do. Serena
puckered her lips and kissed bulbous head of the wand. She
looked up expectantly with large blue eyes the size of
saucers.
"Go on," Harriet urged. "Kiss it."
Serena's face blushed, her lips parted, her cheeks
hollowed, and the wooden wand slid deep in her mouth.
Harriet moved it in and out a few times, before pulling it
free, with a small smacking sound.
"But you want it somewhere else don't you my beautiful
girl?"
"Yes," Serena breathed, her eyes transfixed now, by the
glistening wand in front of her face.
"Well, don't go anywhere my pretty girl; you're going to be
teacher's pet yet." Harriet moved behind the girl strewn
across the teacher's desk, and teased her moist tangle of
curly hair, before sinking a finger in the pink folds of
her sex. "And you *do* want to be teacher's pet don't
you?"
"Oh God," Serena gasped. "Yes, ma'am." At the moment she
wanted to be teacher's pet very badly indeed.
"Straighten your knees and spread your legs apart. That's
it. Now, arch your back for me pretty pet." Harriet
placed the head of the wooden phallus at the hungry mouth
of Serena's sex. "Perfect. Now pay close attention to
your lesson. There might be a pop quiz afterwards."
Harriet sunk in to the hilt, drawing a gasp out of the
helpless blonde. She proceeded slowly at first, but
increased in speed and ferocity until her pelvis was
slapping against the reddened cheeks of Serena's plump
bottom with every thrust. Serena moaned loudly and her
knees buckled from the effects of the fucking she was
receiving. Her lips parted and she kissed the wooden desk.
"Legs straight pretty girl. Don't make me punish you for
disobeying me."
"Oh God, I can't. . . it feels so good," Serena moaned.
"Do it!" Harriet commanded, punctuating her words with a
smack to Serena's arse.
The blonde's trembling legs straightened. Her knees
resounded with every thrust as she was pounded against the
desk.
Harriet possessively groped her impassioned student, and
reached beneath the girl to find hidden treasure. At last
she found it, only a tiny nubbin, but to Serena it felt as
if her whole body was wrapped in that little pink pearl of
flesh. Harriet strummed it, taking the sweaty blonde to
the heights of passion in an instant.
"That's it. Give it to me," Harriet said. It felt good to
be in control, but at the same time, Harriet would have
given every gold coin and even her wooden wand to be the
one on the table writhing in the throws of orgasm.
"Ugh-ugh-ugh. . ." Serena grunted, as her body tensed, her
hips pumped, toes curled within her Mary Jane's, and at
last she collapsed. It was the best ever - worth every
shiny gold coin.
"Ugh-God that was awesome," Serena said, struggling to get
up, but unable to with Harriet's weight on top of her.
"Here, let me up."
Harriet was feeling a little bit mean and she wanted a bit
of revenge for not being able to feel the same relief
Serena had. "No," she said, pushing Serena back down.
"It's time for your quiz. I want to watch you cum again,
but this time . . . you do the work."
Serena struggled and looked up at the clock with worry.
Class would be started in less than ten minutes. "Please
Harri-I mean Miss Hotter. This isn't funny. Class will be
starting soon."
"Tick tock tick tock- the big hand on the clock is not
gonna stop," Harriet sang.
"Oh God," Serena muttered. "I can't believe I'm doing
this." She tightly gripped the front of the desk and
pushed back, impaling herself on Harriet's wand. Her sex
was still sore from the fucking she had received, but she
had no choice but to comply.
Back and forth the young blonde moved, fucking herself, and
hissing, "Yes-yes-you're gonna make me cum." She moved
faster, her body settling into a steady rhythm. "Oh yeah,
I'm getting close - ugh-here it comes - here it comes-OH!"
She was surprised by a hard slap on her ass.
"You think I don't know a fake orgasm from a real one?"
Harriet chided, clicking her tongue on the roof of her
mouth. "You're wasting valuable time. You must want to
get caught. Is that it? Do you want to get caught?"
Serena cast a worried glance to the door and then up at the
clock. 'No I don't want to get caught!' Her hand snuck
underneath the swell of her belly in search of the pink
pearl of pleasure. She didn't want to have to do it, and
certainly not in these circumstances. Not when someone
could walk in at any moment.
"Ohhh-you're going to make me do it, aren't you?" The
blushing blonde's fingers began to manipulate the tiny nub
in small circles. "Ah- there I'm doing it, are you happy?
Ugh-ugh-I hate you, you wicked witch."
Serena's hand sped to a blur. She bit her lip beneath a
mass of stringy-sweaty blonde hair. Her body bucked and
danced delightfully, as if she were riding a bucking horse.
She was a giant frenzied need, with only one goal . . . to
have an orgasm and to have it quickly.
Harriet couldn't resist helping out and began to push
forward, meeting the blonde stroke for stroke. She looked
at the clock and smiled. It was time for class and Serena
wasn't going to make it in time. 'And if this doesn't get
me thrown out of school, nothing will," Harriet thought to
herself and smiled.
Serena moaned loudly and cried out in ecstasy. "Huh-Huh-
yes-yes! Oh God yes!" She was oblivious to the clock and
the door handle that was turned, oblivious even to the
wide-eyed stares of disbelief of the girls in the hall that
caught them in the act, only caring about the orgasm the
crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
Heather looked in the classroom with horror. Harriet was
fucking a girl on the teacher's desk and Madame Hilda was
on her way to the door. A feeling a dread washed over her.
There wasn't going to be time to do anything. Goodbye
Harriet. Goodbye money. Goodbye power that came from
running her little illicit sex business.
Luckily, Candice walked by and thinking fast, took out her
wand, pointed it at Heather, "Nekidzatz!"
Heather looked down and gasped in anger and shock. She was
naked! She looked back in outrage at the young witch who
spelled her and caught Candice's wink just in time.
Smiling, Heather took out her wand and pointed it at the
girl next to Candice. "Nekidzatz!"
Now there were two naked witches in the hall. Candice
zapped another girl and so did Heather. Another witch
joined in on the spelling and then another. Soon the hall
was cluttered with melee of naked witches.
While pandemonium broke out in the hall, Heather rushed in
the classroom and removed the wand from Harriet's crotch.
With a couple of more zaps of the want, Heather
disintegrated the two discarded robes on the floor, and
sighed in relief.
There was a flash of light and what sounded like a loud
thunderclap. Madam Hilda stormed into the room like a fury
- a very naked fury. "The next person who zaps, gets
turned into a frog!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing. There wasn't a
sound but for the twittering of two girls who were lucky
enough to be out of Madame Hilda's sight. "Now everyone
get in their seats. Class begins right now!"
"But Madame, we're naked!" exclaimed several young witches
in dismay.
"For today's lesson, you can try to spell yourself some
robes. Okay, everyone stand up in front of the room.
Point your wand like so." She pointed her wand at her
crotch. "Clothlitz!" A pair of panties appeared. She did
the same for each breast, a white cup appearing over each
one. She turned around holding the cups over her breasts
and created a strap out of thin air. She spun the wand in
a circle in the air; a white gossamer robe appeared and
fell neatly down her body.
"Okay girls, now it's your turn. Do it just as I have.
You can have a seat as soon as you are respectable."
It was funny to Harriet at first as one witch after another
met with haphazard results from their magic. One girl
created a too tight pair of panties. Another accidentally
made a crotchless pair.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Madame Hilda chided the
blushing girl.
But one after the other the girls started sitting down,
leaving poor Harriet in the front of the class naked,
pointing a phallus shaped wand at her more intimate areas
and nothing happening.
"Please, Madame Hilda, I can't do it," she pleaded. "I
don't have magic. I'm not a witch."
"She's not even trying," said Stella. "Maybe she needs a
better incentive."
'Bitch!" Harriet murmured under her breath and gasped at
the effect it had on her body.
Madame Hilda appraised Harriet a little too closely for the
young sorceress's comfort. "Maybe she's right," Madame
Hilda said. "Maybe you don't mind being naked." She
pointed her wand at Harriet's feet. "Hotterstitz!"
'Is she making fun of my tits?' Harriet was almost
outraged, but she didn't have much time to think about it.
Her feet began to grow warm. It felt nice at first,
especially on the cold marble floor, but soon it began to
grow uncomfortable. Uncomfortably HOT!
"The counter spell is 'Coldertotz'," Madame Hilda said,
grinning.
Harriet danced from one foot to the other. She shuddered
to think what a display her wriggling and jiggling must be
creating for the watching students.
"Oh-hot-hot-hot!" She pointed her wand at her dancing
feet. "Coldertitz! Coldertitz! Coldertitz!"
"Coldertotz. . ." Heather whispered. Harriet would end up
with nothing more than a pair of freezing nipples with that
spell.
"Coldertotz! Colderzeetz!" Harriet continued, but it was
useless. Even more so because she couldn't keep her feet
still enough to zap them if she wanted to. She sat down on
the desk and pulled her feet as close to her mouth as she
could and blew on the burning souls of her feet. This
caused her sex to spread, displaying the full lips of her
labia and nubbin of her clit the class. The tiny puckered
hole of her arse was also in view. She was in too much
pain to feel the embarrassment.
Unseen to the teacher, several of the student's hands crept
between their legs and the flame shaped birthmark on
Harriet's thigh burned dimly.
"Coldertitz!" Harriet pointed and cast with her wand,
missing her feet by mere inches.
A young red-robe shrieked, her hands clutched tiny-cold
rock-hard nipples. Eyes tearing she ran toward the
infirmary.
"Madame, you're scaring some of the girls." Heather said.
"Bahhhh. . . let them scare," Madame Hilda said, but from
her expression she thought the better of it, and pointed
her wand at Harriet's feet. "Coldertotz."
Harriet gasped as the pain in her feet disappeared.
"Go and sit down at your desk. You will stay as you are
for the rest of the class," Madame Hilda said.
Harriet blushed, burning with humiliation at the thought of
the show she had given her classmate's. She closed her
legs, dried her eyes, and walked shakily back to her seat,
sat down and refused to look at anything but the top of her
desk.
"Useless Shruggle," Madame Hilda whispered.
Harriet heard her, but didn't say anything. Instead she
thought of all the not so pleasant things she wanted to do
to Madame Hilda.
To be continued. . .
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