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The Punishment for Disrespect	By : cwslytherin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 12477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Punishment for Disrespect
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Hermione had no idea why she was being summed to Severus Snape’s office, but she was there promptly at 8 pm. In her first term as a professor at Hogwarts she hadn’t talked to him more than a handful of times, and even then it was only a few sentences. She hesitated for a moment at the door and then rapped on it twice.

“Enter.”

She walked inside and Professor Snape was sitting at his desk. He gestured for her to have a seat in a chair facing the desk, and she sat down. It was amazing how being in his presence brought Hermione right back to her time as a student at Hogwarts. She had to remind herself that she was a 25 year old woman with an advanced degree in Arithmancy, not a child of 15.

“Miss Granger,” said Severus, glaring at her.

“Please, call me Hermione,” she said. Perhaps she could make this friendly. “We’re colleagues now, not professor and student.”

He was barely able to hide his smirk. “Yes, colleagues. Well, Hermione, have you any idea why you’ve been summoned here this evening?”

“I don’t,” she said.

“I thought not,” said Severus. “It has come to my attention that you have questioned my teaching methods in front of students. I cannot abide such disrespect, Hermione. Especially from a first year professor.”

His cold words caused her to squirm in her seat. How did he know that she’d said something about him? It hadn’t been a class of Slytherins.

“I apologize if you feel I was being disrespectful, Professor,” she said. She had only wanted to show some empathy with the young students who had been traumatized by their Potions Master. It wasn’t like anything she said would harm his reputation. “That certainly wasn’t my intention.”

“Really.” His drawl made her heart sink. Was it right for another professor to make her feel so insignificant and uncomfortable?

“Severus, I was only trying to help my students understand that we all have different methods of teaching,” said Hermione. She bit her lip as he stood and removed his robes. He hung them up on a coat rack beside the fireplace.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to use my first name, Miss Granger.” His voice was nearly a whisper, and as he moved toward her wearing his frock coat, she lowered her head. He was standing so close to her. “Stand up.”

"Sir?” she said. She stood and moved to the other side of the chair, away from him. “What are you doing?”

“I am going to rectify this situation.” He sat down on the armless chair and his eyes raked over her. She shivered under his stare.

He deftly grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap. She gasped in shock. What in Merlin’s name was happening here?

His hand rubbed her bottom over her skirt and she wriggled. He pulled her closer to his torso and pinned her arms back with his left hand. His grip was so tight it hurt. “Have you ever been spanked, Miss Granger?”

She could hardly breathe. This wasn’t happening. “No, I haven’t been.” She had never misbehaved as a child, and even if she had, her parents wouldn’t have used corporal punishment.

“Such a pity. I can think of numerous times you deserved a sound spanking whilst a student here,” he said.

Hermione couldn’t help but struggle against his grip. She was an adult, and her face was burning in embarrassment at the idea of Professor Snape forcing her face down over his lap. She twisted and kicked her legs to no avail. He landed a hard smack to her bottom and she squealed in surprised.

“Do feel free to struggle, Miss Granger,” he said. “However, I think you’ll find it futile.”

She was horrified when he pulled up her skirt. Her humiliation was increasing by the second. When he began to lower her knickers down her legs, she started struggling again.

“Please, stop,” she said, wanting to yell but knowing it wouldn’t help.

When his hand began caressing her bottom gently her shock increased. Her stomach was flipping and she was becoming turned on. The idea of being aroused caused her such shame, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her struggling became more of a squirm as she waited for the spanking to begin. He adjusted her on his lap and landed a hard smack. As with everything he did, the smacks were efficient and effective.

After ten solid blows, the spanking stopped. “You will never discuss me with students again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. Her voice was shaking. She was impossibly hot between her legs. All she wanted was for him to touch her wetness. “I won’t. I promise.”

“I am quite certain that you won’t, but let’s be sure, shall we?” With that he administered five quick, hard smacks to her lower bottom. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. He stopped again. She moaned when he roughly spread her legs and felt her pussy. He rubbed slowly, but removed his fingers as soon as she started to writhe and grind herself against him.

“So wet.” He smacked her hard. “Such a dirty girl.”

All she wanted was him to fuck her, either with his fingers or his cock. She’d never been in such a state before, humiliated and desperate at the same time.

He knew. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He gave her five more smacks and her ass burned. He rubbed it with his palm and smacked it again. “Do you want me to touch your wet pussy, Miss Granger? Have you been soundly spanked?”

“Yes, I have. Please touch me,” she said, frantic for him to continue. “Touch my pussy.” She would beg him all night if she had to. She needed to come.

“Hmm.” He touched her again, pulling his hand away as soon as he’d squeezed her lips and rubbed them lightly.

“Oh, please! Please, touch me!” she said, shamelessly. She started struggling on his lap once again. Hard smacks rained down on her bottom. He was making sure every bit of her ass was reddened. Tears streamed down her face and she began to cry, as much from frustration as pain.

He stopped again and left his hand on her bottom, his palm covering her right cheek. It crept down to her pussy and he started rubbing her. His fingers deftly slipped between her labia and rubbed her clit. She moaned, without a care as to how she sounded. He rubbed fast and then slowed down, stopping to stick two fingers into her wet vagina.

“You are the type of girl who needs to be well-punished,” he said. “I have not decided whether or not to allow you to climax.” His fingers remained inside of her. His thumb began rubbing her clit.

She was on the edge of coming, but refused to cry out. She didn’t want him to know how close she was to sexual release; maybe if he didn’t know she could come. Then he pulled his fingers away and she began to sob.

“Beg me.” His words were punctuated with two hard slaps. “Beg me to allow you to come, Hermione.”

Her breath was ragged from crying and being teased. “Please, sir. I’m begging you. Please let me come!”

He adjusted her on his lap once more. Her arms hurt from being pinned behind her back, and she was sore from hanging off of his lap. Her ass was on fire. But the discomfort was nothing compared to the need she felt. She groaned as his fingers slipped down and expertly worked her pussy. He parted her lips and kneaded her clit, attentive to her moans and concentrating on the areas that caused her to squirm and cry out most. Finally, she came and let out a yell of release. But he wasn’t finished. He continued playing with her clit and fucking her with his fingers until she came again and again.

When he was finished, he practically dropped her to the floor. She was stiff from being in the same position for so long and struggled to get up with dignity. She quickly pulled up her knickers, and stood, facing him with her head bowed. She found herself wanting to sit on his lap. To stroke his cock. To be fucked properly.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” said Hermione, pulling herself together. “I’ll be more careful in the future.”

He stood and rubbed her hard nipples through her shirt. She gasped. “Please be careful, Miss Granger. If there is a next time, it will be most unpleasant for you.”

What would he do to her if that happened? Her ass was burning, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably without a cushioning charm. It was hard to imagine what he meant.

“Good night, Professor,” she said.

“You may call me Severus.” He opened the door for her to leave.

“Thank you, Severus.” Hermione slipped out of the office and he closed the door.

“You are quite welcome,” he said, smirking.
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