Lessons For A Happy Marriage Chapter 5.

Content Warnings: Spanking, Cuffs, Dry Humping, Teasing, Voyeurism, Denial.

Harry and Hannah slowly walked hand-in-hand down the fifth-floor hallway, their fingers threaded together.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this doll?” Harry asked, gently squeezing her hand.

Hannah nodded despite the heavy blush coating her pale cheeks, reciprocating his squeeze with one of her own. While the reserved girl had her fears and apprehensions about what they were about to do, there was also something quite thrilling about learning to be the best wife for the man she had been paired with.

The fantasy of domesticity had weighed on her mind for years, heavily influencing her dream of one day buying the Leaky Cauldron from its aging owner. She’d be the perfect hostess at work, and at home, the perfect wife for her husband. And for that husband to be Harry Potter… it was a dream come true in more ways than one.

They paused in front of the portrait that concealed the entrance to their Professor’s apartment, both of them nervously tugging on their shirts. She hadn’t given them any instructions except the location of her apartment and the time for their first lesson, so both of them had dressed in their uniforms in case their new lessons turned out to simply be an extension of their formal learning.

Harry gathered his courage before raising his fist and rapping smartly on the frame of the painting once, then another time.

They could hear quiet rustling before the door pulled open. Harry wasn’t the only one staring at the sight in front of him with wide eyes. Hannah was in a similar boat, her throat suddenly dry as she took in the visage that was their erstwhile Astronomy Professor. Unlike them, she had ditched her usual classroom garb. The dark cloak and austere bun were gone, replaced by a flowy black skirt and a sleeveless white blouse that accentuated her flawless dark skin. Her pouty lips were framed with just a touch of dark red lipstick and her sleek black hair was free, tumbling down her shoulders in perfectly styled waves. This was a woman who knew how to highlight her natural beauty, and to appear effortless while doing so.

“Come in,” Aurora smiled and stepped away, ushering them into her apartment.

They walked into a spacious living room, comfortably furnished with two big couches arranged next to an ornate fireplace. A small fire flickered merrily behind the grate, filling the room with light and warmth. There was a small dining table arranged in one corner of the room, next to a hallway that presumably led to the rest of the apartment.

Harry’s eyes lit up at the equipment arranged in a tray on a stand next to the door. “You don’t need to teach me how to use this.” Harry fished out an armbinder from the tray. “Tried it on Daphne once. She hated it. Not a big fan of it myself.”

“Those toys aren’t for your lesson, Harry,” Aurora replied with a chuckle. “You’re early. I barely had time to clean up after my last lesson and didn’t get a chance to put those away.”

“But… Hermione and Neville had the slot before us,” Hannah blurted, staring at the kinky contraptions with wide eyes.

“I respect the privacy of my students, Hannah,” Aurora said with a small smile. She waved her wand and the tray floated down the hallway, disappearing into the depths of the flat. “But I will point out you’re not the only one in this castle who needs help fulfilling their fantasies. Now, sit. We don’t have any time to waste!” She gestured to the couches.

Harry and Hannah picked the one closest to the fireplace. Hannah resisted the urge to climb into Harry’s lap, choosing instead to squeeze in next to him and rest her head on his shoulder. Aurora grabbed a chair from the table and dragged it over to the front of the sofa, sitting down on it and peering at the couple with a small smile on her face.

“Comfortable?”

Harry and Hannah nodded, both trying their best not to ogle their gorgeous professor.

“Before we begin, I have a few rules I expect my students to follow. Harry, you will convey these to Daphne and Lavender as well. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Rule One. Here, I’m Aurora. I’m not your teacher. I’m your partner, guiding you down the path that leads to a happy marriage. Understood?”

“Yes, Aurora,” Harry murmured, his cheeks warm.

“Rule Two. You must obey all my orders and instructions, even if they don’t make sense to you. They all serve a greater purpose.”

It was Hannah’s turn to echo an agreement. The condition was, after all, very similar to the arrangement she one day hoped to have with her husband.

“Rule Three is perhaps the most important one of them all,” Aurora continued, her eyes sparkling. “Have fun.”

“Plan to,” Harry replied with a bashful smile.

“Alright,” Aurora chuckled. “I love the enthusiasm. Shall we begin?”

“Yes, Pro-” Harry stopped himself before Aurora could intervene. Remembering one of the rules she had shared, he corrected himself. “Yes, Aurora.”

Hannah simply nodded and hid her face in Harry’s chest, her cheeks burning. She had an inkling of what was coming, having worked up the courage to divulge her deepest and darkest secrets to the professor who was to be their guide and mentor.

“A marriage is happy when it has a strong foundation of love and understanding and is mutually fulfilling for both partners.”

Harry and Hannah both nodded, hanging on to every word.

“Given the bond I’ve observed throughout the day, be it in classes, the Great Hall, or right here, I think I can confidently say the two of you will grow to love each other very quickly. It will be a strong and enduring bond that will see you through many of the challenges that are to come. But our work is not done with simply fostering that bond.”

“We also have to understand each other,” Harry piped up.

“And ensure you have a relationship that is mutually fulfilling,” Aurora reminded him. “Tell me, Harry, do you know what sort of relationship Hannah wants?”

Harry smirked. Hannah squealed as she was pulled into his lap, his hands freely exploring her tiny body. “I do.”

“Ah, yes. The drunken rant. Hannah did tell me all about it.” Aurora tutted. “Hannah, if you want the sort of relationship you’re dreaming of, that sort of behavior is highly unbecoming of you.”

“Yes, Professor Sinistra,” Hannah mumbled, her cheeks blazing.

“Harry, please punish Miss Abbott for breaking one of my rules.”

SMACK!

Harry hadn’t hesitated in bringing his palm down on her breasts. The tiny mounds bounced and jiggled with the force of his slap and Hannah’s lips curved into an ‘O’ in shock.

“I’m sorry sir! I’m sorry Aurora!” Hannah squeaked, realizing that her training had already started.

“Everyone who has come to me has different aspirations. There is no right or wrong way. There is just the way that makes you happy, and it is the one you must be brave enough to choose. Hannah wants to be a traditional Pureblood wife,” Aurora said mildly, completely unfazed by the show in front of her.

Harry blinked. “Like Daphne?”

“I can assure you, Harry, it’ll be nothing like the relationship you have with Daphne. You and Daphne are… what’s the word for it?” Aurora tapped her chin thoughtfully. “A Power Couple,” she said once she had thought of the proper term. “A force to be reckoned with. But that is not what Hannah wants. She wishes for a somewhat quieter lifestyle.”

“Can you tell me more?” Even though Harry was looking at Aurora, it was clear he’d directed the question at Hannah.

When the girl seemed incapable of speaking, the Astronomy Professor stepped in. “She wishes to be submissive to you in and outside the bedroom. A life of rules and obedience, of running your household and setting the dinner table every night for her family.”

“What about the Leaky Cauldron?” Harry murmured, brushing his lips against Hannah’s forehead.

“That too,” Hannah replied with a shy nod. “But I want this. More than anything else.” Her voice gained a little strength. She’d wanted it from the day she had walked in on her father spanking her mother and they’d explained to her the nature of their relationship. She wanted the bond they shared for her and Harry.

“Is this something you feel you can give Hannah, Harry?”

Harry frowned. Could he? It wouldn’t be any different from all the times he had teasingly ordered Daphne around. Except now his orders wouldn’t be brushed off with a chuckle, they’d be obeyed. “I don’t know. But I’d like to try,” Harry said, opting for the safe answer.

“Very well. Then I think I know what today’s lesson shall be about.”

Harry and Hannah both turned to look at Aurora and the older witch chuckled at the curiosity burning in their eyes.

“Discipline. The cornerstone of traditional marriages. Tell me, Harry, what would you do if Hannah disobeys you or breaks a rule?”

“Punish her?” Harry asked. Hannah shivered in his arms.

“Yes,” Aurora beamed. “But it will be nothing like the… ‘kinky fun’ you have with Daphne. This is meant to enforce discipline, not for sexual gratification. Which means Miss Abbott will not be allowed to orgasm.”

“Never?” Hannah squeaked.

“Only if your husband has decided you’ve learned your lesson, Hannah,” Aurora said with a quiet chuckle.

Hannah turned her head to look up at Harry with big puppy dog eyes.

“Remember Harry, you’re punishing her for her own good. You’ll deny her relief for her own good,” Aurora reminded Harry, steeling his will. “Since we are pressed for time, we’ll combine elements of a regular punishment and a maintenance one tonight.”

“What’s a maintenance punishment?” Harry asked. Hannah, who had done extensive research into the lifestyle she wished to lead, knew exactly what it was. She buried her pink face in Harry’s firm chest, a trickle of arousal leaking out of her slick pussy.

“A lighter form of a regular punishment. Usually administered by the husband every night, quite often in the form of an over-the-knee spanking, it is meant as a reminder to be good for his wife,” Aurora explained, getting to her feet. She dusted her skirt before padding over to the couple and extending her hand in Hannah’s direction. “Shall we begin?”

“What am I punishing Hannah for?” Harry asked with a frown. “You said tonight would be a mixture of a regular punishment and a maintenance one.”

Aurora beamed. She bent and brushed her lips against Harry’s cheek. “You will be a good husband, Harry Potter. Remember, you do not punish your wife because you’re angry or have had a bad day. That is not love,” Aurora reminded them. “A punishment is the ultimate act of love between husband and wife. She will be at her most vulnerable and you will have to be your most loving self. You ask a good question. So, tell me, do you think she deserves to be punished tonight, Harry?”

Harry thought for a second before shaking his head slowly. “She’s done nothing to deserve it. Not yet, at least.”

“Then I shall respect your judgment. I’m sure you’ll follow my teachings when the time does come to administer a real punishment. For tonight, let us simply concentrate on a maintenance spanking.” Aurora grasped Hannah’s wrist and gently pulled her to her feet. “What do you wear to bed, dear?”

“Uhm… a tank top and booty shorts,” Hannah replied shyly.

“That won’t do.” Aurora used her grip on Hannah’s wrist to lead her behind an intricately carved wooden screen that separated one part of the large living room from the rest. “Harry, we’ll be out in a minute. Be a dear and shift over to the chair.”

Harry complied, sitting down on the chair vacated by Aurora, his eyes straining through the dim light cast by the quiet fire flickering in the fireplace to catch a glimpse of what was going on behind the screen.

“Now I’m transfiguring her clothes for this lesson, but you are to take her shopping and help her build her wardrobe with clothes that are more suited to her tastes. Is that understood?”

Harry nodded, before realizing neither woman could see him. “Y-yes.” He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

“Good.”

After what felt like an eternity, but was in fact only ten minutes, Hannah emerged from behind the screen. She was accompanied by Aurora, whose smug smile turned into a smirk at Harry’s reaction to Hannah’s new look.

Her uniform was gone, replaced by a thin-strapped, babydoll pink frilly nightgown with a plunging neckline. The lacy fabric was practically transparent in some places, leaving her firm, pert breasts, pink areolas, and stiff nipples on full display. Instead of her customary ponytail, her hair was open, tumbling down her shoulders and back in golden waves. The blonde curls framed her innocent face and adorable pink cheeks, completing a look of beauty and perfection.

She shyly approached Harry, standing in front of him with her head ducked and face hidden with a lock of her hair.

“Over your knee, Harry,” Aurora instructed, her voice amused.

“Hmm?” It took Harry a minute to process her instruction. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from Hannah and nodded in Aurora’s direction.

He gently grabbed Hannah’s wrist and pulled her over his lap.

“Harry!” Hannah moaned breathily. She buried her face in his thighs to hide her pink cheeks. It was all happening so fast. All her fantasies, each and every dream was on the verge of becoming a reality.

“Hush, doll,” Harry cooed, confidently grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms behind her back. He was now in his element. This was something he’d done a thousand times and hardly a thing he needed to be taught. Aurora watched approvingly, presenting a pair of fuzzy pink cuffs to him once he had secured Hannah’s hands behind her back.

“With time I’m sure Hannah will learn to keep her hands in place without help,” Aurora said, watching Harry cuff the girl’s wrists together. “For now, let us help her body resist the temptation to protect her poor bum.”

Hannah blushed at the amused tone of their teacher. She was being evaluated and the older woman did not seem to think she would pass. Hannah growled softly and arched her back, pushing her tiny, cute butt in the air for her husband. The nightgown rode up to her hips, revealing her lack of underwear and leaving her creamy cheeks on full display.

Harry slowly massaged her firm ass, drawing a wanton moan from her lips.

“And how will you spank your wife, Harry?”

“My hand?”

“While that will do in a pinch, you mustn’t make a habit of it.” Aurora held up the wooden hairbrush in her hand, presenting it to Harry. “The hairbrush represents both love and duty in a marriage. Don’t be surprised if the Abbotts give you one as a wedding present. It will be heavy, wooden, and ornate, just like this one. A family heirloom, a priceless artifact.”

“And you want me to use that to spank Hannah?”

“Yes,” Aurora replied with a giggle. “It is gifted precisely for that reason. A reminder to love, cherish, and punish your wife. All with one simple tool.”

On his lap, Hannah whined quietly, the trickle of arousal from her pussy turning into a flood. Her thighs were coated with her juices, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air. She was sure both Harry and Aurora could smell it, a fact that made her blush harder.

Harry accepted the hairbrush from Aurora, studying it with a growing smile. He slowly rubbed the smooth polished wood against Hannah’s soft skin. He pushed his leg over hers, trapping her body in place. “Ready, love?”

“Ten spanks, Harry. You will ask her to count and reaffirm her commitment to you with every spank,” Aurora reminded Harry, studying the gentle flex of his bicep with hungry eyes.

“Did you get that, doll?”

Hannah nodded against his leg.

SMACK.

Harry lightly brought the hairbrush down on her right cheek, barely hard enough for the girl to feel a sting.

“One,” Hannah gasped, more in shock than any real pain. She subconsciously spread her legs for him, a weird tension beginning to coil in the pit of her belly. “I’ll be a good wife, sir.”

SMACK.

“Two,” Hannah moaned as the hairbrush was brought down on her other cheek. “I’ll be a good wife, sir,” Hannah mumbled, feeling a haze descend over her mind. She was floating, free and untethered from the worries of the world.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Harry alternated between both her cheeks before finally bringing the hairbrush down on her wet slit, the sound of the wood impacting with her labia echoing around the room.

“Three… Four… FIVE!” Hannah squealed, kicking her legs helplessly. Her pussy was throbbing, but that was nothing compared to the tension coiling up in the pit of her stomach, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. “I’ll be a good wife!”

SMACK! SMACK!

Harry brought the brush down on her pink cheeks twice in quick succession.

“SIX! SEVEN!” Hannah moaned, panting for breath. She waited for the brush to bear down on her ass again, to give her the relief she so desperately needed, but… nothing. Hannah groaned in disappointment and bucked her hips, trying to push her ass in the direction of the brush.

“Why’d you stop me?” Harry asked. He looked at the hand grabbing his wrist in confusion.

When she was certain Harry wouldn’t spank Hannah again, Aurora let his wrist go. She pushed her other hand between Hannah’s slick thighs, her fingers tracing and caressing the lips that guarded her core.

“A-Ah! Merlinnnnn,” Hannah moaned when two fingers pushed their way into her tight slit. Her walls ached as they stretched to accommodate the unexpected intrusion, fluttering needily around the digits.

“Look how ripe she is,” Aurora teased, squeezing Hannah’s stinging ass playfully. Hannah could only moan and squirm helplessly on Harry’s lap, her face red with embarrassment. “One more spank and she’ll cum. Has she earned an orgasm, Harry?”

“No,” Harry said firmly, ignoring his fiancée’s sad whine. “Not yet.”

“Please sir!” Hannah begged, close to tears. “I’ll be good!”

“Not yet, love,” Harry murmured, gently kissing her aching bum.

Aurora reached out and tucked the nightgown in a way that it wouldn’t cover the girl’s ass even if she stood up. “Send her to the corner, have her face the wall, and contemplate what kind of life she wants with you,” Aurora suggested softly. She pulled her fingers out of Hannah’s pussy and licked them clean, smiling indulgently at the younger girl’s disappointed groan. She pulled away from the couple, giving them the space they needed.

Harry helped Hannah to her feet, propelling the red-faced girl to the nearest corner with a pat to her aching ass. “To the corner,” he growled playfully. “You’ll spend your time there thinking about your daily schedule.”

“Yes, sir,” Hannah moaned, even the gentle friction provided by her thighs rubbing together as she walked overloading her sensitive nerves. She held on desperately, not wishing to fail the very first test she was subjected to. She WOULD NOT cum without permission.

Harry’s eyes stayed fixed on the gentle sway of Hannah’s hips as she limped to the corner. He was enraptured by her pink ass, the hint of her dripping pussy peeking out from between her spread legs. His cock twitched in his pants, the large tent in his trousers quivering. Engrossed as he was with watching Hannah he didn’t notice Aurora slip out of her blouse, only turning his attention to the older woman when he felt her climb into his lap.

Harry’s cheek brushed against her large breasts as he turned to face her, his eyes filled with barely disguised lust as they held her half-lidded gaze. He shifted his attention to her flawless mocha-coloured bosom, his cock throbbing against her thigh.

“Since none of your other wives are here… helping you finish is my job,” Aurora whispered, threading her fingers through Harry’s messy hair. She guided his lips to her stiff brown nipple, groaning quietly as his lips instinctively closed around the hard nub. “Before the war, every year I chose an exceptional couple to be… more hands on with. This year it’s you,” she explained, slowly grinding against his massive erection.

“I’m going to worship this cock,” Aurora moaned, bouncing on his shaft. His thick tip pushed the rough fabric of his pants between her slick lips, providing her with just the right amount of friction. “And I’m going to help your wives learn too,” she whispered, burying her face in his hair to muffle her lewd moans.

Harry had taken as much of her large breast as he could into his mouth, his teeth sinking into the dark skin. He nipped and sucked, covering her chest with hickeys and love bites.

Hannah couldn’t help herself, she disobeyed her orders and tilted her neck slightly, watching the scene behind her with growing amazement and arousal. Aurora was bouncing on Harry’s cock, her heavy bosom jiggling with every thrust.

“Oh, you’re magnificent, Harry Potter!” Aurora moaned, panting breathlessly. “I’m going to enjoy our lessons together very much.”

The cramped space and enormous friction provided by his pants combined with his hyperaroused state made it impossible for Harry to hold on. He exploded without warning, groaning loudly around Aurora’s breast as he came. By the time Aurora pulled away from him and hopped off his lap his pants were ruined, completely soaked with his cum. Even her skirt hadn’t been spared, with blotches of wetness peppering the dark fabric.

Aurora swiped her hand across the enormous stain on Harry’s trousers and sauntered over to Hannah, leaving Harry to catch his breath.

“Liked the show?” Aurora asked.

Hannah had hastily turned to face the wall when she noticed the older woman walking toward her. She blushed, unable to speak. She had no desire to confirm she had disobeyed orders but at the same time found herself unable to lie.

“It’s okay, I know you watched,” Aurora whispered, wiping her hand clean on Hannah’s cheeks. “The first part of the lesson was for Harry, the second part was for you. I know what you like, remember?”

Hannah nodded mutely, another trickle of arousal dripping down from her neglected womanhood. It splashed down to the rapidly growing puddle by her feet.

“I know you like the idea of watching your partner with other women,” Aurora murmured. “But there’s a lesson here too. If you’re too shy to claim your husband… I can assure you there are many in the world who will jump at the chance. Never hesitate to claim what’s yours. Now, be a good girl and clean up the mess I made in your fiancée’s trousers,” Aurora ordered. The cuffs fell away from the blonde girl’s wrists and Hannah flexed her wrists, grateful for the relief.

Hannah blushed heavily and nodded, shyly scampering over to a breathless Harry.

“Same time tomorrow. Don’t be late,” Aurora reminded the couple as she passed them. She made her way to her bedroom on unsteady feet, her own throbbing pussy demanding her attention. Unlike Hannah, she had no handsome man in her life to look after her, and so would need to take care of her needs herself…

Notes:

Hannah should probably strap in, this is going to be a wild ride. Poor Aurora, she needs some relief just as badly as Hannah does. I wonder what lessons she has in mind for Daphne and Lavender? If you have any suggestions, drop them in the comments or in my Discord Server and I will run polls to see which to include in the story! I've shifted to longer chapters to give you all more material to read, I hope you enjoy it!