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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 21 - Welkin Gets a Comeuppance

Snape decides that Welkin requires correction of her cocky attitude after learning of several instances of her disregarding his instructions, and lying to him.

"Severus, can I see you a moment?" Dumbledore called Snape aside as he was on his way to the Potions Lab. "Something has been brought to my attention concerning Welkin, and I am hoping that you will be able to deal with it without my intervention."

"Concerning Welkin?"

"Yes. Madam Hooch tells me that Welkin has not been attending her tutoring sessions. Would you happen to know why?"

"No. I was unaware that she has been absent from her broom flight practice. How many sessions has she missed?"

"The last two, I am told. Could you please discuss it with her? She tends to be rather dismissive of me, I’m afraid," Albus said. "Please impress upon her the importance of attending all of her classes, not just the ones that she enjoys."

"Speaking of which, I would like to ask why you have delayed her instruction with me in Potions," Snape inquired.

"Delayed? I have not sanctioned a delay in any of Welkin’s classes, including Potions. Has she said otherwise?" Albus looked surprised.

"I will…deal with it," Snape said, choosing not to elaborate.

"Please see that you do," Dumbledore told him, watching thoughtfully as he hurried off again.

Snape thought about Welkin's deceptions as he strode along quickly with a frown on his face. She had deliberately misled him about a supposed delay in her starting Potions class instruction under his tutelage. She had been avoiding her flight instruction, most probably due to her fear of heights, which they had discussed at length. She had assured him that she would attempt to master her fear. It appeared that she had misled him about that, as well.

The Weasley twins were loitering in the hallways again, no doubt looking for more trouble to get into, Snape thought. When they saw him approaching, instead of scattering as they usually did, they darted out to greet him.

"Professor Snape, we have a message from our mum," George Weasley said. "She said to tell you that she’s delighted that you and Welkin can come to the Christmas party we’re having at the Burrow this year. She was very surprised when Welkin Owled that you’d both be attending, but she’s quite pleased that you can."

"Welkin answered the invitation?" Snape asked, looking surprised himself. He had seen no such invitation. Neither had Welkin mentioned it to him. He did usually receive one, but had never accepted in years past.

"Yes, sir. She did. Is anything wrong?"

"No. Nothing is amiss. Do you not each have classes to attend?" Snape narrowed his eyes at them.

"Yes, sir!" they said in unison, and he watched with annoyance as they both loped off down the hallway, until they disappeared around a corner.

Welkin’s list of transgressions was growing at an alarming pace, Snape thought, as he continued on his way to the Potions Lab. Apparently, she assumed that she had carte blanche to do whatever she liked, or not to do the things she was required to do, which were important to her education.

Snape realized that he often indulged Welkin, sometimes to a ridiculous degree, but now she was lying to him, and keeping things from him. Had she really thought that he wouldn’t find out? Or was she so certain that she could manipulate him with her charms, that she had no reason to worry about that? This state of affairs could not continue. Tonight, he would assert himself with her. She would be made to realize just what was expected of her, as a student at Hogwarts, and as his wife. The charming, but entirely too willful, Mrs. Welkin Snape was in for quite a rude awakening tonight, he told himself. It was time that she realized that the entire Wizarding World did not revolve around her and her whims.

Welkin parted from Ginny and Luna, waving goodbye cheerfully. Their shopping trip to Hogsmeade had been quite successful, she concluded. In the various bags she was carrying were several new outfits for Sully, a new dress for herself to wear to the Weasley Christmas bash, some of the liqueur-filled chocolates that Severus favored, a book on ancient Persian spells and incantations that he’d been wanting, and a pair of green silk boxers that she thought would make a nice change from his usual black or grey.

"Welkin!" Albus Dumbledore shouted at her, as he exited the Great Hall after his supper.

"Hi, Albus! I’ve got to go. Can I talk to you later?" She transferred her bags to one hand, and blew him a kiss. "Severus is probably wondering where I am."

"Indeed, he is," Dumbledore said to himself, as she raced off on her way to the dungeons.

"I’m home!" Welkin sauntered into the bedroom and dropped her bags on the floor, as she saw Snape sitting in the large cushioned chair where he often sat to read during the day. "Did you miss me?" She smiled brightly at him, oblivious to the fact that Severus was upset with her, despite the big clue that he was frowning at her rather severely. After all, he frowned fairly often about a lot of things. How was she supposed to know that his current frown was meant for her, and that she should tread lightly around him tonight?

"Where have you been?" Snape asked tersely, glancing at the bags she had dropped near the door.

"Shopping in Hogsmeade, with Ginny and Luna. I got a few things for you. Let me show them to you," she said eagerly, starting to reach for the bags again.

"Come here, Welkin," he commanded. "Those things can wait."

She stopped, and wandered over to him slowly, finally sensing by his serious tone that something was up. "Where’s Sully?" she asked, seeing that the cradle was empty.

"Minerva has him for the evening."

"Oooohhhh," she said, totally misinterpreting his intentions. "Are you feeling frisky this evening?" She deposited herself into his lap, with a wiggle of her bottom, intentionally grinding herself against him. He felt himself immediately begin to respond, and angrily pushed her off his lap onto the floor, quickly rising to his feet.

"That’s not going to work. Not this time," he told her. "Did I not specifically tell you that you were not to take the students on these little expeditions of yours into Hogsmeade during the week, when they needed to be at their studies?"

"Well, yes. But it’s Friday! It’s practically the weekend. I thought it would be okay."

"How are you doing in your flight lessons?" he asked abruptly.

"I’m…uh…okay, I guess."

"That is doubtful, since, with your absence of today, you will have missed three sessions," he informed her curtly.

Welkin froze, looking for once like she didn’t know what to say.

"Explain yourself, Welkin," Snape demanded quietly.

"Please don’t be angry with me, Severus. It just really unnerves me to be on that stupid broom. When it gets higher than six feet up, I just panic and feel like I’m going to vomit!"

"Your flight lessons are important, and you will miss no more of them, whatever your reason might be. I do not wish to be informed of any further diversionary tactics." Snape didn’t give her time to answer this time. He withdrew a folded piece of parchment from his pocket, and held it up.

"What is this, Welkin? I found this in my desk drawer."

"An invitation," Welkin mumbled, casting her eyes to the floor guiltily.

"A what? You are not making yourself clear," Snape insisted.

"An invitation to the Weasleys' Christmas party," Welkin announced clearly, forcing herself to meet his disapproving gaze.

"And when did it arrive?"

"By Owl, several days ago. Can we please go? It sounds like a lot of fun." She smiled at him hopefully.

"It appears that we already are going, so why are you bothering to ask me now? I was accosted by the Weasley twins this afternoon, who relayed a message that Molly Weasley was delighted that you had answered in the affirmative. When were you planning on telling me this?"

"Don’t you third degree me!" Welkin changed tactics. She was starting to get angry at his playing Grand Inquisitor with her. "I’m your wife! It’s perfectly natural for me to handle our social calendar!"

"Not without asking me first," Snape informed her evenly. The fact that he had not yet raised his voice was annoying to Welkin. He wasn’t fighting fair.

"One more thing," Snape told her, advancing on her until he was toe-to-toe with her, and she had to tilt her head up to look at him. "Your Potions class instruction with me will begin Monday. Albus has confirmed that is what he intended, despite what you led me to believe. Why did you lie to me?"

"You don’t want to know," Welkin said sullenly.

"Yes, I do, and you will answer me…Now," he added for emphasis, when she was not forthcoming.

"Because, you’re just so mean to your students! I didn’t want you to treat me like you do them!"

"I am not mean to them. I am firm, and I give them the discipline that they require," Snape told her. "I see now that you, above all of them, are sorely in need of what I shall impart to you in that area. You will begin your potions instruction with me six a.m. Monday morning, bright and early, before breakfast."

"Six a.m.?! Fuck that! I’m not getting up before dawn so that you can verbally abuse me and ruin my breakfast!"

"If you do not rise at the proper time, I shall drag you from our bed myself, and you may take your lessons in your nightgown, or nude if need be, but you shall take lessons under me," he assured her.

"You go fuck yourself! You’re not my mother, and you can’t tell me what to do! I’ll go to Hogsmeade whenever, and with whoever, I want - I don’t have to take any stinking flying lessons if I don’t want to - I’m going to that party, with or without you - and I wouldn’t let you teach me anything if you were the last Potions Master in the Wizarding World!"

Welkin folded her arms and smiled triumphantly at him. "And you can’t do a thing about it," she unwisely added.

"Very well," Snape said, a little too calmly. It made her nervous that he had reacted this placidly to her outburst. It was almost as if he had expected it. "I was hoping to avoid this, but if you choose to act like a child, then I suppose I have no recourse except to treat you like one. I shall have to spank you until you agree to behave yourself."

"You’ll have to what?" Welkin blinked at him, not sure she heard him correctly.

"I shall have to spank you, until you see the error of your ways," Snape repeated calmly.

"You’re joking, aren't you? You wouldn’t dare. I’m your wife, and…you said you’d never strike me again!" she reminded him.

"This is discipline, my love, not abuse. I do not wish to do this, but you leave me no choice in the matter, by your stubborn refusal to do what is required of you, as a student, and as my wife. Remove your skirt and knickers, please," he said crisply.

He walked back to the chair, and sat down again. "Remove your knickers, and come here to me," he commanded again, as if he actually expected her to do as he said, without any sort of protest.

Welkin laughed at him somewhat derisively. "I’m not taking my panties off, and I’m not letting you spank me. Sit there all night, if you want to. I’m going to bed." Welkin started to walk away, headed for the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Quick as a flash, Snape drew his wand, pointed it at her, and pronounced a particular version of the Banishing Charm. Welkin suddenly found herself standing nude before him. "Mobilicorpus!" He pointed at her again, levitating her body off the floor. He directed his wand towards himself, drawing her to him from across the room, deftly flipped her in midair, and let her fall into place, positioned across his knees.

"Let me up! Let me up right now, you bastard!" She flailed at him with her fists, as he held her in place.

Snape intoned a binding spell, and the sash from her bathrobe, which was lying across the foot of their bed, separated itself from the robe, and floated to her, wrapping itself around her wrists to secure her hands together.

The sight of Welkin’s exposed buttocks and the feel of her across his knees was quite arousing, but Snape steeled himself against his persistent need for her, and raised the palm of his hand in the air, holding her in place with his other arm. "Will you admit to your errors, and promise to follow my instructions in these matters?" Snape asked her. "If you will, I shall not discipline you," he promised.

"Fuck you!" Welkin yelled stubbornly. The flat of Snape’s hand whacked her once on the buttocks sharply, and she gritted her teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out at the stinging sensation.

He paused to allow her to reconsider. "Very well," he said with a sigh, when she remained silent, and began to discipline her in earnest, smacking her rapidly reddening ass over and over until she could no longer keep still, but started to squirm against him in a vain effort to elude his hand. Two minutes…three…four…Welkin couldn’t stand it anymore, it stung so much. She abandoned her stubborn pride, and began to plead for him to stop.

"Please, Severus, don’t! Stop it! Don’t! It hurts! I’ll do anything you say! Please, stop!" She pleaded with him in a continuous litany, as her tears started to flow.

The spanking stopped abruptly. She felt herself lifted into a sitting position on his lap, and she flinched as her sore bottom pressed against him. The dirty bastard was hard, she realized. His cock was erect beneath his trousers. He had actually enjoyed spanking her, and making her beg him to stop. She forced herself to calm down before she said something she would surely regret. She was already sore enough. She didn't need to incite him further by saying something rash.

"Are you ready to admit to your errors?" Snape asked her softly.

She reluctantly let him pull her against his chest. "Yes, Severus." She felt him stroke her hair.

"Are you ready to behave like an adult and attend all of your classes? Will you do your best to excel in them?"

He kissed her cheek. "Yes, Severus," she told him, afraid to say anything else.

"And will you discuss things with me, before you do them, so that we may both be involved in the decision making, as equal partners in our marriage?"

He nuzzled her neck with his lips. "I…ummm…yes, Severus." She was suddenly finding it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.

Snape loosened the sash from around her wrists and let it drop to the floor. To his surprise, her arms automatically went around his neck, and she leaned her head against his chest. "Do you forgive me for having to subject you to this, to obtain your cooperation?" he asked her.

"Yes, Severus," she said, even though she was still upset with him.

"Are your buttocks sore?" he asked her, finally sounding a bit contrite.

"Yes, they are," she replied quietly. "You spanked me pretty hard. I might have to sleep standing up tonight."

"I can fix that," Snape said gently. He lifted her as he rose to his feet, and set her down, taking her hand, and leading her to the bed. "Lie down on your stomach, and I shall get some salve to soothe you," he told her.

She obediently positioned herself as he’d instructed. She had nearly drifted off to sleep when Snape returned. Dipping into the pleasantly aromatic balm with his fingers, he extracted a generous amount, and warmed it between his hands, then began to rub it into her reddened butt cheeks in light circular patterns.

"You have a beautiful posterior, my love," Snape complimented her. "So round, and firm. When I enter you from behind during our lovemaking, I love the feel of it pressed against me when I am deepest inside you." His voice was low, and seductive, as he stroked the balm into her skin. What was he trying to do to her? Heal her, or turn her on? Welkin didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing, and closed her eyes.

If Severus had spanked her as sexual foreplay, Welkin would have thought nothing of it. She would even have enjoyed it. But he had done it as a corrective measure. He was displeased with her and with behavior that was so natural and basic to her personality, that it felt like rejection for him to need to correct it. It was clear to her that she no longer pleased him the way that she was, and he wanted her to change.

"Welkin?" Snape hesitated when he got no reply, and stopped stroking her. "Are you still angry with me?"

"No, Severus," she answered truthfully. I’m sad, she thought, but did not express it to him. Sad, because he obviously wished her to be something she wasn’t. He wanted her to be something that she could never be. But, she would try her best for him. She would try to be all the things that he wanted, even if it broke her heart.

Something was wrong with her, Severus sensed, and it was because of him, but he did not know what or why. Welkin was obedient, as he had wished her to be. This was how he had wished her to be, wasn’t it? But, something was very wrong about it. She was so subdued. It was as if a flame inside her had been extinguished. It was as if he had accidentally crushed something rare and precious to him. Only, this had been no accident. He had done it deliberately, and now he was already beginning to regret it.

"Welkin, answer me, please. Tell me how you really feel."

I feel…empty, she thought. She opened her eyes and stared at the wall, without really seeing it.
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Chapter 21 - Welkin Gets a Comeuppance