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The Viewers Want To Know	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Viewers Want To Know
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A/N: This weird little (okay, maybe not so little) PWP came about from a rabid plot bunny about Snape appearing on a reality TV show. It then turned into the sort of reality TV that could be found on a hardcore porn channel . . . well, we all prefer our favourite snarky Potions Master when he's getting his end away, don't we? (well, I do, anyway!) It's just a bit of fun so read and enjoy.

Thank you as ever to my beta Mamacita for her hard work in adding my missing punctuation.

‘So here we are with saucy Severus Snape, the sexy Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Severus, you've kindly agreed to allow us to follow you for a day. Is there anything you'd like to say to our viewers?’

Stella Carfax, standing off-camera as she talks, smiles at the Potions Master, thinking this will be an interesting and pleasurable assignment. Snape isn’t a good-looking man, but he is very striking and somehow so damn sexy. Mmmm, perhaps if she plays her cards right she can do a bit of one-on-one interviewing after the filming finishes.

Snape gives his best scowl to the camera but doesn't speak.

‘So, Severus, we hear you're the school stud. Care to tell us why that is?’

Snape looks scornfully at the camera and drawls in a lush, dark voice, ‘Cos I’m a bad boy!’

‘So you think you’re a bad boy, then?’

‘No. I know I’m a bad boy!’ His look shows that he is, indeed, a bad boy.

‘And all the girls love a bad boy?’

‘That’s right!’

***

Cut to a shot of Snape walking down the corridor, robe billowing impressively.

‘So is there anything particular you like to do? What is it that makes you so popular?’

That dark seductive voice again. ‘I specialise in punishing bad girls.’ A smirk crosses the dark face.

‘Only bad girls? Not bad boys?’

‘No, the bad boys I leave to Professor Lupin.’

‘Oooh, we may have to see if we can spend a day with him too at some point,’ says Stella excitedly. ‘So what about the good girls?’

‘There are no good girls; all girls are bad eventually.’ Snape’s eyebrows rise suggestively and he winks at the camera.

‘I’m sure our viewers are dying to see where you work.’

‘Well, I can tell you it's a dungeon.’

‘Oh, a dungeon. Very appropriate.’

‘Yes, although we don't generally go for the manacles and such these days . . . unless they’re specially requested.’ Snape gives another wink.

***

The door to the potions classroom is flung open and Snape is seen striding through, looking strikingly sexy in his long black frock coat and robe, his long, dark hair glistening.

All the girls in the room swoon.

‘Turn to page three hundred and forty-two of “Practical Potion Making” and read about love potions. I will expect a twelve-inch parchment from each of you on the best way to make such potions and who you would use one on if you had made it and why.’

He looks around the room scowling, his eyes alighting on a girl about three rows over who appears to be doodling rather than listening to her Professor.

‘Have you found a bad girl?’ Stella asks quietly.

‘Yes, indeed.’ A deeper scowl appears. Snape is obviously very pleased.

He walks to the girl’s desk; she is so engrossed in what she is doing she doesn’t notice him until he slams his hand loudly on her desk, making her and the rest of the class jump.

‘Miss Worthington, what do you think you are doing?’ The voice is cold as steel.

Miss Worthington blushes, seemingly unable to answer.

‘Detention, my office at eight p.m.’ Snape’s voice is darkly seductive now.

Miss Worthington blushes more. ‘Yes, sir.’

Snape stalks away, looking satisfied.

***

Cut to Snape sitting in his office; pan the walls to show strange-looking things in bottles; pan back to Snape rather quickly.

‘Is this where most of your detentions take place?’

‘One of the main places, yes, although it very much depends on the type and duration of the punishment.’

‘Is this where Miss Worthington will be punished at eight p.m.?’

Snape considers for a moment and gives a cold smile. ‘Yes, I think this will be the perfect place.’

‘I’m sure the viewers will look forward to joining you here later, then.’

***

Cut to the Great Hall. Snape, looking mean, moody, and magnificent at the staff table, is busy watching the students. Pan round to show students talking and eating at the various House tables.

‘So, Severus, who are you watching?’

‘Oh, there are a few bad girls I’ve got my eye on,’ he sneers nastily.

‘And will you be punishing them later?’

‘Eventually, but unless they’re in my class I have to wait for them to seek me out.’

‘So they do come looking for you, then?’

‘Yes. Bad girls need to be punished, and they know I’m very good at it.’ Snape smirks.

‘You said earlier that there are no good girls. Are there really no good girls at Hogwarts, or do you think they become bad because of you?’

‘Are you saying I corrupt them?’ Snape’s voice is steely, his scowl pronounced.

‘No, I’m suggesting they make themselves bad so they can be punished by you.’

Snape appears to consider this.

‘Well, my reputation does precede me,’ he concedes with a smile. ‘And I’ve never had any complaints.’

Snape looks at the Gryffindor table, although the camera is unable to work out exactly where his gaze is falling and instead, pans over the whole table, lingering briefly on each girl.

‘So are there any bad girls you haven’t yet punished that you’d like to?’

‘Of course. One is always finding bad girls one considers deserving of punishment. It’s just a matter of waiting for the right time.’

‘Any at the moment?’

‘One or two.’ Snape’s eyes drift back to the Gryffindor table.

***

Cut to Snape’s private quarters, bedroom.

Snape is dressing for the evening’s detention session. The wardrobe stands open, showing a rail full of black suits. Snape is admiring himself in the mirror and brushing down his jacket.

‘It’s nice to see that you pay attention to detail with your clothes. Decent quality suits and I’m sure the buttoned-up look is extremely popular with the ladies.’

‘Well, it certainly doesn't hurt.’ He continues with his dressing.

‘So tell us more about your style, Severus.’

‘Well, you can always tell the difference with decent quality fabrics. Black jersey boxer pants, black cotton socks, crisp white cotton shirts with starched collars and cuffs, emerald and platinum cuff links—’ he pulls his sleeve up slightly, exposing the cuff link to the camera. ‘—black button-fly trousers, black frock coat, and well-polished riding boots.’ He pulls up a trouser leg to reveal the fine quality leather boots. ‘For a finishing touch, I add black leather gloves.’ He opens a drawer, removes a pair, and places them carefully in a pocket. ‘I also always carry four white silk handkerchiefs. You never know when they’ll be useful.’

Pan round the room to show the large four-poster bed with ostentatiously Slytherin furnishings.

‘And is this room used for punishment, Severus?’

‘Very rarely. This room is used to reward.’ He smiles, obviously thinking of something pleasurable.

‘And who is rewarded? Surely not the bad girls — they get punished, don't they?’

‘Ah, but once they’ve been sufficiently punished some of them deserve a reward.’ A salacious look spreads across Snape’s face.

‘Will we being seeing you reward someone tonight?’

Snape licks his lips. Another smirk appears; his eyes are hooded. ‘Quite possibly.’

***

Cut to Snape striding through the corridor, cloak once again billowing magnificently. He ducks into an alcove and soon reappears, pulling two students with him. It is obvious they have been caught doing something wrong; both look extremely guilty.

Miss Fairwater, detention in my office, nine-thirty p.m. Mr Carter, report to Professor Lupin so he can arrange detention with you.’

Both students mumble something and then dash off, still holding hands.

‘Don’t run!’ Snape calls in his menacing voice.

‘So has a student ever complained because of your methods of punishment?’

‘No. On the odd occasion when a comment has been made there’s usually been a misunderstanding. They’ve always been sorted out satisfactorily.’

‘I would have thought some people would object to your methods of punishment.’

‘If they don't get into trouble they don't get punished — it’s as simple as that.’

‘Would I be right in thinking you have a group of repeat offenders?’

Snape smiles wickedly. ‘Yes. Sadly, some bad girls will always be bad girls, however much correction they are given. Of course, I try to help them as best I can . . . .’

***

Cut to Snape walking across the lawn, a lake in the background. He looks magnificently sexy and moody, like Mr Darcy from “Pride and Prejudice”. The camera pans in to show several gratuitous close-ups of the buttons on his frock coat, especially around the very obviously bulging crotch area.

***

Cut to an unknown location.

‘And where are we now?’

‘This is the Room of Requirement.’

‘The Room of Requirement?’

‘Yes, so called because it provides whatever you require.’ A small, cruel smile flickers across Snape’s face.

‘Ah! So this room is for more “specialised” punishment?’

The camera pans to show a rather non-descript room, looking more like a disused classroom than anything else.

‘You could say so.’ Snape sounds as if he is bored. ‘Obviously, the room isn’t used often, at least not for punishment purposes.’

***

Cut to another room, decorated in Slytherin colours. Snape is sitting on a large black leather sofa looking very dashing.

‘And where is this? The colours are very striking; very similar to your bedroom actually.’

‘Of course they are. They’re Slytherin’s House colours.’

‘So are we in Slytherin House, then?’

Snape looks shrewdly at the camera. ‘Possibly. To be honest, with Hogwarts it’s rather hard to tell.’

‘So who would this room be used for?’

‘Those with a need to remember what Slytherin stands for,’ Snape replies cryptically, a strange smile on his face.

‘Slytherins?’

‘Possibly.’

‘The other Houses?’

‘Possibly.’

‘Apparently, Professor Snape is not too keen to share with us the secrets of this room, viewers,’ Stella says in a mock stage whisper to the camera. ‘Perhaps we’ll find out later.’ She gives a theatrical wink.

***

Cut to Snape’s office. The clock on the wall shows a few minutes to eight. Snape is sitting at his desk, busily marking a stack of parchments with a quill and red ink. They are the only things on the table. He is making incredibly short work of it; the camera pans to show his hands with the long, lithe fingers.

‘Are your students ever late for detention?’

‘Not if they know what’s good for them.’ This is said in a dark, silky voice, without malice. He scribbles through yet another parchment, circling a few areas and marking it with ‘See me’ across the top.

There is a knock at the door. Slowly it opens and Miss Worthington enters the room, looking a little embarrassed.

‘Come in, Miss Worthington,’ Snape says shortly. ‘Please take a seat and I will be with you as soon as I’ve finished these.’ He holds up the last few remaining essays. He continues with the marking as the girl sits in front of him, a few feet from the desk.

‘What . . . ?’ Stella Carfax starts to ask.

Snape glares at her where she stands off-camera. ‘While I am quite happy to let you watch, I do not expect you to interrupt nor ask stupid questions whilst the detention is going on. If you do you will be evicted. Do you understand?’

‘Whatever you say, Severus,’ says Stella. ‘I don’t want to end up being put in detention, do I?’ Her tone of voice says she would very much like to be punished by Snape.

He scowls again but continues grading the papers, completing the final parchment after about five more minutes. He clears his desk with a wave of his wand and scowls at Miss Worthington, his long hands steepled on the desk.

‘So, time for detention,’ he says smoothly.

Miss Worthington blushes and looks a little scared.

‘Get up and move to stand by the desk.’ His voice is firm but not cold. Snape stands up as he issues the command and watches the girl move as requested. ‘Place your hands on the desktop, palms down, just there.’ He indicates where her hands should go.

The girl does as he commands. Snape moves to stand behind her, his hands sliding down her back and over her firm buttocks, squeezing them. Almost whispering in her ear now, he tells her to bend forward and lean over the desk. Once again she follows his command without a word.

With a thin smile on his face, Snape’s hands caress the girl’s bottom, squeezing gently and occasionally patting it; then he slowly pulls up her skirt, first revealing her thighs, then her plain white cotton knickers as he draws the skirt up around her waist. Still, he is squeezing her bottom, his fingers gently tracing round the line of her knickers. Quick as a flash he pushes one side of her knickers to reveal a bare cheek and he slaps it. A sharp crack is heard, and as he moves away a red mark is already appearing. Miss Worthington jumps and gasps at the attack.

‘Do not move and do not make a sound.’ Snape’s voice is thick and rich, like dark chocolate. Soothingly he rubs her buttock, then smacks it again, then soothes. He quickly proceeds to do the same with the other cheek, pausing briefly to run his fingers down the crack in her cheeks where her knickers are now all bunched.

The girl is shaking but has not moved from her position. Snape’s long fingers disentangle the knickers and gently pull them down, and they pool on the floor around her ankles. There is now a perfect view of Miss Worthington’s bottom, pert and round, already a little rosy. Snape’s hand soon connects again, this time across both buttocks. The sharp crack makes the girl cry out but she bites her lip, desperate to stop the sound.

Another slap follows quickly as a punishment for the noise. Once again his hand is now soothing, and his fingers slide between her legs, rubbing at her moist lips; as if gauging the wetness. Another gasp from Miss Worthington. Immediately the hand is back spanking her, this time three quick strokes, not hard but enough to turn the skin red. And then the fingers disappear again.

The camera pans to the girl’s face and shows that it is as flushed as her bottom. She is trying hard not to make a sound but Snape’s fingers, now inside her, are making that impossible. With another sharp slap, Snape moves away from her.

‘Well, as you don’t appear to be able to keep quiet, Miss Worthington, we shall have to find something to put in your mouth.’ He moves the chair behind his desk around and sits astride it. His fingers move deftly to unbutton his fly, revealing the black jersey shorts beneath. His fingers quickly free his straining cock and the camera zooms in for a close-up as his huge erection is revealed. A gasp of appreciation is heard, but it is unclear whether the culprit is Miss Worthington, who is currently still lying over the desk, or Stella.

‘Come here, Miss Worthington.’ She moves over to where Snape is seated and he commands her to bend over him and take his cock in her mouth. ‘That should keep you quiet,’ he adds as her small mouth is filled with him. Moving her slightly so he still has access to her bottom and pussy, he continues to alternately spank her, soothe her, and finger her, whilst she diligently sucks on his cock. Even now she can’t stop the noises, but Snape no longer seems to care as long as she is wrapped around him. He reaches out and, using his wand, removes her blouse and bra. Her small, pert breasts hang down as she sucks him.

Eventually, he seems to decide she has been spanked enough and gently caresses her buttocks before sliding his fingers into her now obviously soaking pussy once more, his other hand finding and pinching her hard nipples. Soon her body is writhing on his fingers. He seems to have found her clit, and from the muffled noises she is making it would appear she is on the verge of coming.

Her mouth is still focussed on his cock and now Snape moans, very low and quiet, but sensually enough to have the girl sucking him harder, her hands reaching to squeeze his balls and grasp the base of his cock. His fingers stop their playing while she concentrates on his climax, and soon he grunts as he releases his seed into her mouth. There is a trace of it on her lips, as she pulls away, and it is caught by the camera.

Almost immediately, he pulls her into a better position and sets to work on her again, kissing her throat and neck as his hand plays with her tight sheath and the hard nub above. His tongue snakes out and licks around her nipples, first one breast then the other, and soon she is leaning back, his strong arm holding her as her orgasm hits. Her eyes are closed and her face is flushed with pleasure, the rosy glow spreading down her neck and breasts. Unable to hold it in any longer she screams, a sound of raw power and lust, her body bucking wildly as she rides Snape’s fingers. His mouth is still laving her sensitive nipples and this helps to prolong the sensation. Her body shakes; she is now panting, almost having trouble breathing.

Eventually, she comes down and Snape pulls her close on his lap, gently stroking her back and hair as he whispers something into her ear that the camera doesn’t pick up.

They stay like that for a few minutes and then Miss Worthington rises from Snape’s lap. Snape waves his wand to perform a cleaning spell and redress the girl. With another wave of the wand he is once more securely buttoned and every inch the snarky Potions Master.

Miss Worthington stands by the desk, obviously unsure what should happen next. Snape looks at the girl pleasantly. ‘You may go now, Miss Worthington.’

‘Thank you, sir,’ she replies softly and quickly turns to leave the office, her face still flushed.

Snape has moved his chair back to the desk and once again sits with his hands steepled, a dark and brooding look in his eyes.

‘So was that a typical detention then, Severus?’ Stella asks. She is glad to hear that her voice isn’t shaking and giving away her obvious arousal.

Snape looks directly at the camera, his voice seductive. ‘Yes. That was typical. Of course, sometimes it takes longer. It all depends on just how bad the girl in question is.’ His mouth flickers with the smallest of smiles.

‘And is this the same punishment that Miss Fairwater can expect?’

Snape considers for a moment and nods.

‘Yes. I think Miss Fairwater’s detention is likely to follow a similar pattern.’

He looks at the clock, which now reads eight-fifty p.m., and stands.

‘What happens now?’

‘I have hall duty to do before my next detention.’ He smiles darkly. ‘Time to see if we can catch any more bad girls.’

He leaves his office, robe billowing as magnificently as ever.

***

Cut to Snape walking along the hallway, his robe doing the billowing thing. He stops at a doorway and waits for a moment as if listening carefully. Then he throws the door open wide and enters dramatically.

‘Isn’t this the Room of Requirement?’ Stella’s voice sounds confused.

‘Yes, it is.’ Snape’s voice is clipped.

Pan around to show the room no longer looking as it did when they were there previously. Now the place is lit by a soft red light. There appears to be a very large bed in the centre of the room, on which there are several writhing figures.

Snape smiles nastily and strides over to the bed.

‘And what do we have here?’ he asks coldly.

The figures stop writhing and look up at the Professor, seemingly in horror. The camera scans the faces of the miscreants, two boys and four girls.

‘Ah, Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini. Living out your fantasies again, I see,’ Snape says in cold amusement.

His gaze turns on the girls.

‘Miss Parkinson, Miss Greengrass, Miss Bulstrode . . . .’ He sounds unsurprised at who he’s found. Then he peers at the fourth girl, appearing uncertain who it is.

‘Miss Bones?’ he asks quizzically, seeming surprised to see her.

Miss Bones cringes with embarrassment at his gaze.

‘More bad girls?’

‘Most assuredly,’ Snape says unhappily.

He looks at the bed again. ‘I will see the four of you in my office at ten-thirty p.m. Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini, return to your common room immediately. I will deal with you later.’

‘Why are you not sending them to Professor Lupin?’

‘They are Slytherin students; therefore I am perfectly capable of dealing with them myself,’ Snape says blandly as he strides back down the corridor.

‘But surely that’s favouritism.’

Snape scowls darkly.

‘Don’t be so quick to judge me,’ he hisses at the camera.

***

Cut to Snape’s office, where he is sitting behind the desk once more. Now he looks more relaxed. Pan round to show the clock on the wall, avoiding the things in bottles. The time is ten twenty-five p.m.

‘You appeared to particularly enjoy the last detention.’

Snape nods with satisfaction. ‘That was the first time Miss Fairwater has been a bad girl. It is particularly satisfying to see a punishment be so effective.’

‘And how are you going to punish the four girls who are coming to see you now?’ Stella asks interestedly.

‘You will see shortly,’ Snape says, his voice dark. He looks at the clock again.

There is a knock on the door. Camera pans round to watch it opening. Only one girl enters the room.

Miss Bones stands in front of Snape’s desk, looking really unhappy.

Stella is dying to say something but knows she can’t or Snape will throw her out. He has already made his position clear. So instead she watches carefully.

‘Miss Bones, would you care to tell me why you were in the Room of Requirement with five members of my House?’ Snape’s voice is carefully neutral.

Miss Bones looks scared but doesn’t say anything.

Aha, that’s it, thinks Stella. The others were Slytherins too, so he’s let them off as well. She begins to feel annoyed at the man’s blatant favouritism.

‘Miss Bones?’ Snape repeats, his voice a little harder now.

Miss Bones swallows nervously.

‘The others grabbed me,’ she whispered quietly. ‘I didn’t know where we were going — what I was going to have to do . . . .’ Her voice trails off sadly.

Snape looks at the girl for a moment, then at the cameras. He suddenly seems unhappy that they are there. He picks up his quill and jots something on a piece of parchment and hands it to the girl.

‘Go and wait there, Miss Bones, while I investigate this matter. I will speak to you later.’

Miss Bones, still looking terrified, leaves the room as quickly as she can. Snape sits at his desk for a few minutes, looking grim.

‘What’s happened to the other girls? Why are they not being punished?’ Stella asks still trying to keep her annoyance at his favouritism hidden.

‘We are going to find them now,’ Snape says coldly, standing up.

***

Cut to the Slytherin common room. Pan to show students engaged in all manner of activities from reading to playing chess. A large group of mixed students chat quietly in a corner.

Snape appears from a secret opening, looking impressively large. He scares a couple of younger students and quickly calms them before looking around the room intently, his eyes finally alighting on the large group. The camera pans to show the faces of the students.

‘Mr Malfoy, Mr Zabini, come here please.’ Snape’s voice is cold and imperious.

Two incredibly good-looking boys detach themselves from the group and saunter slowly over to the Potions Master, looking rather smug.

‘Where are Miss Parkinson, Miss Greengrass, and Miss Bulstrode?’ Snape asks coldly.

The blond boy gives a smile and a lazy shrug. ‘No idea, sir. We haven’t seen them since we came back here.’

‘I see.’ Snape’s voice is like ice. ‘Perhaps, Mr Malfoy, you can explain to me why Miss Bones was with you earlier this evening.’

The boy’s smile falters and he shakes his head. ‘We didn’t realise—’ he begins.

‘And yet you made no effort to get her to leave.’

He watches the two boys acutely. A flush of colour darkens the Malfoy boy’s cheeks.

‘Have I not made myself plain in the past, Mr Malfoy?’ Snape asks darkly.

Both boys nod, looking far less happy than before. Snape’s face is pinched, his mouth set in a grim line.

‘I will be waiting in the sitting room. I expect Misses Parkinson, Bulstrode, and Greengrass to join me there within ten minutes or I assure you there will be serious trouble.’ Snape’s voice is quiet but ice-cold, showing that he means business. His eyes flash angrily.

Turning in a flurry of robes, he makes his way from the room.

***

Cut to the Slytherin room from earlier. Snape paces the room, looking angry, as he waits for the bad girls to arrive. His robe billows in a magnificent way.

‘Will you be punishing the girls?’

‘Very much so.’ Snape scowls and looks once more at the door.

‘And Miss Bones?’

Snape sighs dramatically and stops pacing for a moment.

‘I believe Miss Bones has been punished sufficiently already,’ he says cryptically.

‘But why is that?’ Stella asks, confused.

‘That is none of your business,’ Snape snaps angrily. Then more calmly he adds, ‘This is not a matter for this programme.’

There is a noise outside the door. The camera pans to watch it open and three scared-looking girls enter the room. The group is led by a thin-faced, dark-haired girl. They file in and sit on the black leather sofa.

‘Perhaps one of you can explain why you weren’t at my office at ten-thirty p.m. as requested,’ Snape begins, his voice calm but icy.

He stares at each of the girls in turn. The girls quail under his gaze but no one speaks.

‘No?’ His voice holds more than a trace of sarcasm. ‘And usually you three are so talkative.’

The scowl reappears.

‘Well, perhaps you can explain what Miss Bones was doing in the Room of Requirement.’

‘No, Miss Greengrass, I don’t mean a breakdown of her activities,’ he says sharply as the tall blonde girl opens her mouth to speak. ‘I mean how it was that she was in the Room of Requirement at all.’

The three girls all look unhappy again.

‘No one?’ He gazes intently at each girl for a few seconds. The third, a large, ugly girl, holds his gaze for a moment but soon drops her eyes. The dark-haired girl colours slightly in the same way Malfoy had done earlier.

Snape notices. ‘Miss Parkinson,’ he says quietly. ‘Tell me why Miss Bones was with you this evening.’

Miss Parkinson looks upset at being singled out. She shakes her head.

‘Tell me.’ Snape’s voice is cold.

‘Draco—’ Miss Parkinson begins quietly.

Next to her Miss Bulstrode hisses. Miss Parkinson looks terrified.

‘I see,’ Snape said coldly. He looks at the girls. ‘And how did you get her there?’

The other two immediately look at the hulking Miss Bulstrode.

Snape sighs.

‘Despite repeated warnings,’ he says, sounding weary, ‘you still insist on breaking the rules. I can do no more for you. The three of you will be given detention with Mr Filch.’

The girls all look horrified at this pronouncement.

‘For a week,’ Snape adds coldly.

Miss Greengrass bursts into tears.

‘Now get back to the common room. I expect to see you there when I return shortly.’

The girls scramble to their feet and race out of the room as fast as their legs will take them.

‘Who is Mr Filch?’

‘The school caretaker. He has certain interesting ideas regarding detention,’ Snape says.

‘Like yours?’

‘No. His are infinitely worse.’ His voice is dark as he speaks.

‘Should we be making a programme about him?’

‘Maybe.’ Snape chuckles.

***

Cut to a corridor with an unknown room. Snape stands outside scowling.

‘I do not want you coming in here,’ he says firmly. ‘I wish to speak to Miss Bones alone.’

‘But you agreed to let us follow you everywhere,’ Stella says reasonably.

Snape looks angry and pushes the camera away.

‘This is important,’ he hisses. ‘Either you let me go in there alone or the whole deal is off.’

Stella thinks for a moment, then nods. So far Snape’s been far too good value to throw away because of one girl. Of course, later she’ll make him tell her what’s going on, but that will be after the show has been recorded, in their little ‘private’ interview.

The camera pans to show as Snape walks through the door and closes it behind him.

***

Cut to Snape’s office. The camera pans quickly around the room, trying not to stop on the things in bottles. Snape is clearing away his quills and ink, locking away his potions equipment. Every so often he looks at the clock. Pan to show clock displaying time of eleven forty-five p.m.

‘Are you expecting anyone else for detention?’

‘Only one,’ Snape says, smiling darkly. He turns to look at Stella.

‘I believe you’ve been rather a bad girl today,’ he says seductively.

Stella laughs, trying to hide her excitement and nervousness. ‘Have I?’

‘Oh yes, Miss Carfax. I can read your thoughts, you see.’

Stella blushes.

‘And I believe you need to be punished for those thoughts.’

Stella turns to the camera and smiles widely, the blush still visible on her face.

‘Well, I’m game if you are,’ she says with a wink and moves to stand by the table, awaiting further instructions.

As with the earlier detentions, Snape gets Stella to place her hands on the desk before bending her over. He walks backwards and looks at the woman closely before waving his wand. All of Stella’s clothes vanish, leaving her completely naked.

Snape smiles and moves forward.

‘Are you ready to be punished, Miss Carfax?’ he asks smoothly, his voice like molten chocolate.

Stella shivers.

‘Yes, sir,’ she replies quietly.

Snape strokes her bottom gently for a moment while he appears to think.

‘Twenty strokes, I think, Miss Carfax,’ he says eventually, still stroking her bottom. ‘You will count them for me — one Sir, two Sir, and so forth.’

Stella smiles; she likes games like this.

For a minute or so nothing happens. Then just when Stella is about to look up again to see what’s going on, the first slap hits, making a sharp cracking noise.

Unprepared, she squeals and forgets to count. Snape stops and pulls her head up, looking at her sharply.

‘Not a very good start, Miss Carfax. Shall we try again?’

A moment later his hand connects with her other cheek and quickly Stella manages to say, ‘One . . . Sir.’

Snape’s hand brushes gently at the reddened flesh, soothing it, before moving to slap the opposite cheek once again.

‘Two . . . Sir.’

The camera pans in to show Stella’s bottom in close-up, three handprints already rising from the soft flesh. A second later the hand connects again and her voice is heard:

‘Three . . . Sir.’

After the fifth stroke, Snape’s fingers slide between Stella’s legs, feeling the wetness of her arousal. He is aware that this is turning her on considerably; she is enjoying every moment of the attention she is getting. And she is more than capable of accepting the harsh punishment he has proclaimed.

The camera pans back to show the whole scene.

Slap.

‘Ooooh, six . . . Sir.’

By the tenth stroke, Stella’s bottom is bright red and stings even when he soothes her. His fingers find her slit again and the woman sighs with pleasure as they enter her.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ he asks her, quietly enough that the camera can’t hear.

‘No, Sir,’ she whispers.

Smiling, Snape slaps her again.

‘Fifteen . . . Sir,’ Stella whimpers. Her bottom is alight from the abuse she has received, but she feels wonderful. And horny as hell. She needs more than Snape’s fingers, although they feel good.

Once again Snape asks if she wants to stop. He knows he has hit her harder than he does his students. Her bright red bottom is a testament to that.

Stella shakes her head as she bites her lip. She needs those other strokes now. She accepted twenty and she wants them. Snape understands. Taking more time to soothe the skin between slaps, he continues.

‘Twenty . . . Sir.’ Stella’s voice sounds thready, as if she is about to cry. The camera moves close to show the tears in her eyes.

For a few seconds Snape continues to finger her, staring all the while at her bottom, then he pulls her upright and checks out the rest of her. His eyes and the camera capture the hard nipples and the look of intense desire on Stella’s flushed face.

‘And will you be rewarding tonight?’ she asks hopefully.

Snape’s eyebrows rise with amusement.

‘Oh yes. I think I’ve found the perfect candidate for a reward,’ he murmurs happily.
He waves his wand and once again Stella is fully dressed.

‘That’s a wrap!’ Stella tells the cameraman.

She walked over to where Snape leant against the desk.

‘Well, your time’s up,’ she said with a smile. ‘Unless you want to share the rewarding with us?’

Snape looked at her appraisingly for a second and said, ‘That’s up to you, I think. Do you want that shown on television?’

Stella knew she should say yes, that the show would be crowned by this most intimate of scenes, but she didn’t want to. Selfishly, she wanted this to be just the two of them, her reward for spending a frustrating day with the snarky Potions Master and the punishment he had just inflicted on her.

She shook her head. ‘No. I don’t think so.’

Snape smiled. ‘Then we’re done.’

The cameraman came over and shook Snape’s hand.

‘Thanks for an interesting day, dude,’ he said. ‘Envy you, man — lots of hot chicks here.’

He turned away and began to pack away his equipment. Snape went back to clearing his office.

Stella looked at Snape. Suddenly she wasn’t sure any more that she was the one he had chosen for the rewarding. Her stomach roiled. Was that it? Was she not going to get the satisfaction she craved? Was he really going to leave her unsatisfied? She tried to think of the other girls who had been punished that evening. Which of them was going to get that which she wanted so much for herself?

The cameraman was heading for the exit now, saying goodnight to both her and Snape on the way out the door. Stella looked at the Potions Master. Well, if it wasn’t her, she needed to leave.

Snape turned to face her and smiled wickedly.

‘Do you really think I would leave you unfulfilled?’ he asked smoothly, gliding towards her. ‘Did I do that to any of my other bad girls?’

Stella shook her head, suddenly feeling tearful for some reason.

His hand reached out to stroke her cheek. ‘Perhaps you would have been happier if I had made you come during the punishment,’ he said quietly.

Stella shook her head. She knew she wanted so much more than that.

Snape took her hand, his gaze full of desire. ‘Shall we go, then? The reward awaits.’

***

‘But I don’t understand about the Slytherin thing,’ Stella said drowsily. ‘Or why you didn’t punish them yourself. And what about Miss Bones?’

She was lying with her head on Snape’s chest, feeling thoroughly content and sated. Severus had rewarded her very well, and she was glad she had made the decision not to have the camera in on it. As a lover, he was even more impressive than as a punisher, and he had certainly been a very bad boy, which made her a thoroughly bad girl. Snape’s hand continued to play with her breasts as they talked, gently squeezing.

‘I didn’t send Malfoy and Zabini to Lupin because it wouldn’t have been a punishment,’ he said simply. ‘The same for Misses Parkinson, Bulstrode, and Greengrass. Unfortunately, the members of my House do have rather heightened sexual appetites, which makes them jaded to the sort of punishment I or Professor Lupin provide.’

‘Mmmm, well, you certainly lead the way,’ Stella said happily.

Snape laughed. ‘I can punish Zabini and Malfoy far more effectively, and believe me, I will for their stunt tonight.’

‘But what did they do?’ Stella asked. ‘I mean, I know they were having group sex, but . . . .’

‘Mr Malfoy fancies Miss Bones,’ Snape said. ‘He arranged for the girls to kidnap her and take her to the Room of Requirement. Miss Bulstrode carried her there against her will and between them they were basically going to rape her.’

Stella looked shocked. ‘Poor girl. So she didn’t want to be there?’

‘Not at all. We were fortunate to get there before Malfoy could do anything too serious to her. When we arrived she had only been forced to give him oral sex and he had done the same to her. Oh, and Bulstrode had played with her a bit.’ He looked disgusted.

‘She told you this when you wouldn’t let us follow you?’ Stella asked, suddenly understanding his desire for privacy.

Snape nodded. ‘Understandably, Miss Bones was very upset by the whole episode, and it wasn’t fair to reveal her plight on television. She was the victim of a very nasty plot, one Miss Parkinson had arranged specifically for tonight when she knew you were here filming. She was banking on being caught. After all, she knew I wouldn’t punish the Slytherins — as I’ve already said, there’s no point — but I would have punished Miss Bones for her part in it.’

‘But why would she do that?’

Snape laughed bitterly. ‘Miss Parkinson is in love with Mr Malfoy. He doesn’t share her interest, so she decided to take her revenge on her love rival, even though Miss Bones has no interest in Malfoy. However, I was already aware of Miss Bones’ disinterest because of a few previous incidents and knew she wouldn’t have voluntarily taken part in what she was being subjected to.’

‘So tell me more about this Filch guy,’ Stella said. ‘He seemed to scare the girls.’

‘Yes, he would. And he’ll scare the boys too. I added them to the detention when I went back to the common room to check they were all there.’ He smiled nastily.

He stopped and thought for a moment. ‘I don’t really know how to describe Filch,’ he said honestly. ‘But he has some very old-fashioned ideas about punishments — manacles and stuff spring to mind. Of course, there are rumours about what he does to the students in his detentions, but that’s only among the students. I’m sure Dumbledore wouldn’t let him carry on working here if he were really that bad.’

Stella laughed. ‘He lets you carry on working here.’

‘Am I that bad?’ Snape asked, scowling.

‘Well, you did say you were a bad boy,’ Stella reminded him. ‘And so far I’d have to agree completely with that assessment.’

‘Well, that’s true enough, but do you think the girls mind?’

Stella shook her head. ‘No. In fact, I’d go back to my earlier statement that you turn the girls bad. I know I’d be a repeat offender if I was here.’

‘You can’t be a repeat offender. You’ve been rewarded,’ Snape told her. ‘Repeat offenders do not get rewarded.’

‘Hmmm. Well, perhaps I can work towards being rewarded again,’ Stella said with a smile.

‘That would be acceptable,’ Snape said darkly as he bent to kiss her before pulling her back under the covers.
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