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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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24 - Looooooooove Shack
Hermione made her way downstairs the next morning with a grin that she knew was entirely inappropriate but she couldn’t seem to restrain. Ron was sitting at the table in his pajamas eating eggs and toast, his hair still sticking straight up on one side from sleep. Ginny was buttering a muffin at the counter, and Harry was standing at the sink eating a bowl of cereal. Hermione wondered if Ginny had made good on her plans and if Harry was standing because he had to.
“‘Mione,” Ron mumbled. “Want some eggs?”
“I’d rather have a muffin. Are there more?”
Ginny nodded toward a towel-covered basket on the counter. “Loads.”
Harry turned from the sink. “Snape still here?” He sounded just as groggy as Ron.
“Yeah. He’s taking a shower.”
Ginny grinned, her mouth full of blueberry mush. “Alone?”
“Yes,” Hermione answered, trying not to laugh. “I think he can manage.”
“We’re going to the burrow to see Bill and Fleur and the baby,” Ginny told her. “Want to go?”
“I . . . I promised Snape I’d go to his house today.”
Ron looked horrified at the thought.
“All day?” Harry asked, raising one eyebrow.
“And all night. I won’t be back till tomorrow.”
Harry and Ron glanced at each other then Harry cautiously asked, “You know you two are welcome to stay here, right? You don’t have to go to Snape’s.”
“Yes, we know. But, um . . .” She didn’t know how to finish her sentence.
Ginny smiled and shook her head. “They’re worried Snape’s going to attack you as soon as he gets you alone.”
Hermione eyed the boys. “Don’t be silly. We’re alone all the time. He’s not going to attack me.”
Harry nodded slowly. “Yeah, but here and at school there’s always been someone nearby. What if something happens and you need help?”
“I’m not going to need help. He’s not going to do anything dangerous.” I hope.
Ron didn’t look so sure about that.
“If I’m not back by tomorrow afternoon, you have my permission to alert the Aurors,” she said with a sarcastic eye roll.
Ron put down his fork. “Don’t do that. You look just like Snape. It’s creepy.”
Hermione laughed. “I will be fine. I promise.”
“Hermione’s a big girl,” Ginny said. “She can take care of herself.”
Harry nodded. “Just be careful, all right?”
“Yes, of course. But if I come back tomorrow in one piece, will you relax a little?”
Harry smirked. “Maybe."
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Snape pulled her out onto the front step, shutting the front door behind him. “Sure you’ve got everything you want to take?”
“Yes.”
“Sure you still want to go?”
She gave him a smile. “Very sure.”
“All right then, hold on tight.”
She grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yes, sir.”
One of his arms pulled her shoulders tight, and his other arm whipped around them. The impossibly tight feeling of Apparition made her head feel as if it were about to pop off; then the pressure released, and she was standing in a dingy alley between two flats. Snape took her hand and led her out into the street. They walked a few doors down before he motioned that they’d arrived.
“Home sweet home.”
It was a sad looking street and a sad looking building. Hermione hadn’t really known what to expect but dirty and derelict wasn’t it. He opened the front door, and she was relieved to see a room that was almost wall-to-wall books. His wand waved once, and the room lit with light as he closed the door behind her.
“Would you like to sit down for a bit? Have a cup of tea?” he asked.
She wandered over to one bookshelf. Her eyes tracked back and forth, cataloging his library in her head.
Snape chuckled and walked up behind her, putting his hands on her hips. “I’ve got some much more interesting titles upstairs.”
Hermione smiled and put her hands over his. “The book with the picture you sent me?”
“And many more.”
“Let’s go.”
He snickered, turning her around. “Do you want to read, or do you want to play?”
“What’s the difference?”
Snape snorted. “Well, with the way you use books, probably not much.”
He waved his wand, and the bookshelf shifted, revealing a narrow staircase. Hermione got an excellent view of his bum as they climbed to the second floor. Reaching out, she grabbed one cheek as he went for the next step. He just shook his head in amusement.
“Which would you like to see first, the bedroom or your new toy?” he asked.
Hermione’s hand dropped off his arse. “Toy?”
“The table.”
“Oh. Um . . . where is it?”
“The extra bedroom.”
“I guess . . . your bedroom then the table.”
“All right.”
At the small landing at the top of the stairs, he went to the door on the left. They walked into a dark and austere bedroom. There was a bed, a small table to one side of it, and a wardrobe in one corner. That was it. The bed was nice, as big as his bed at Hogwarts. Hermione looked around the room for anything else of note. Nothing. No pictures. No books. She’d been in cheap inns with more personality.
“You believe in a minimalist approach to decorating, don’t you?”
“It has what I need.”
“I like the bed,” she said, smile growing.
Snape smirked down at her. “We can christen it later.”
“Okay. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Next to the other bedroom, across the hall. Are you asking for future reference or because you have to go?”
“Future reference.”
“Then let’s go across to the other bedroom.”
He led her back out into the hall, and they went to the door to the right of the stairs. She guessed the remaining door was the loo. When she stepped into the other room, her eyes went wide. There was a small bed in one corner and a dark wooden bookcase filled with books right next to it. She was far more taken by the simple but sturdy black leather bench in the middle of the room and the collection of spanking implements on one shelf of the bookcase. It made her bum sore just looking at them. There was a small bureau on the wall to the right, and her brain went into overdrive imagining what was in it.
He smirked, seeing the nervous look on her face. “Are you ready to try it out?”
“Right now?” she squeaked.
“No time like the present.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“What you’re going to do to me.”
“I just want to test the height.”
“Really?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Really,” he assured her. “I want to heal your backside before we do anything.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Take off your trousers and knickers; I’ll get the salve.”
He went to the bureau, and retrieved a jar of blue paste. Hermione's eyes kept creeping back to the leather table in the middle of the room.
Severus set the jar on the bed and beckoned her over as he sat on one corner. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I’m just . . . scared.”
“It’s only leather and wood. It’s not going to bite." He pulled her hips closer and slowly unfastened her jeans. “I just want you to kneel on it. I won’t strap you on. I need to make sure the knee rests are the correct height.”
He eased her jeans over her hips, leaving her feeling very vulnerable despite her remaining clothes. “That’s all?”
“Yes. For now.”
“Okay.”
He smiled softly and pulled her knickers down to her jeans. Hermione shivered as he pushed them to the floor. Steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder, she toed off her sandals and stepped out of her clothes.
“Good girl,” he nodded, turning her around and walking with her to one end of the bench. “I’ll help you.”
Hermione took a deep breath. It was a simple A-frame like the sawhorse in her uncle’s garage, except it was much more sturdy-looking and made of cherry and black leather. Partway down on each slanting side was a long ledge to kneel on as she straddled the middle. Once she was kneeling, she’d be able to bend over and rest her arms on each ledge too.
She put one knee up on the right ledge, and Severus held her hips as she climbed up and straddled the padded beam in the middle. It was actually pretty comfortable (if you enjoyed having your furniture feel you up . . . which she did). The leather was smooth and supple, and whatever it was padded with was thick and soft. Severus wrapped one arm around her waist.
“I’m going to adjust it to fit you, all right? I won’t let you fall.”
She nodded, and he tapped the leather with his wand. The knee rests sank down lower, and the middle section brushed her pussy.
“That’s good.” His lips touched her shoulder, and he ran a finger up the side of her leg. “I’d like to see you naked, pet. You don’t need that shirt, do you?”
Hermione shook her head. Might as well. I already feel naked. She pulled her shirt over her head, and Severus took it from her then unhooked her bra. Hermione shivered as it fell down her arms.
“Lean over for me, pet. Let me see your arse.”
Her hands were shaking as she eased down onto the cool leather. Her chest pressed to the raised center which pushed her breasts to either side as she rested her forearms along the sides. She felt extremely exposed and was glad Snape was the only one there. Her clit pressed along the center beam, and she knew that was on purpose. That was why he’d adjusted the sides.
“Bloody hell, love,” Snape muttered. “You look gorgeous.”
Hermione hid her smile in her hair. His fingers smoothed over her back then ran down her side to her breast. He lightly pinched her nipple, and she squirmed against the leather crosspiece.
Severus crouched down where she could see his face. “You’re bloody beautiful. How do you feel?”
No longer fearing the unknown, some of the nervousness dissipated, leaving her with a shaky sense of excitement. “Um . . . I’m okay.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll get the salve."
Hermione turned to watch him gather the jar from the bed. She was still shaking as he massaged the blue paste into her bum. The marks from the brush would be gone soon. He’d have a blank slate to decorate in less than ten minutes.
When the salve had been thoroughly rubbed in, he tickled the back of her thigh and murmured, “Push out your plug for me.”
Hermione bore down, and Snape helped the metal pop past her sphincter.
He watched as her hole stuttered to a close. “Lovely.”
Hermione smiled and rested her cheek on the leather. She heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing then Snape was behind her again, stroking her hip.
“If you'd like, I could get you nice and clean while you’re up there.” His greased fingers plied her puckered hole.
Because you want to bugger me, don’t you? She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“We can go to the bathroom if it makes you more comfortable.”
“This isn’t uncomfortable.”
He grinned and gently pushed two lubed fingers into her backside. “As long as you’re so comfortable, we'd better do it twice. I’ll tell you what I found out while you’re holding the first one.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Okay.”
“Wait there, pet. I’ll be right back.”
She heard him walk out of the room then the sound of running water and the ticking of expanding pipes. Things were progressing more quickly than she’d expected (but she didn’t want it to stop). There was a cold breeze at her pussy that told her how wet she was. Grinding her hips around a little, she sighed as her clit throbbed against the leather. Maybe this table’s not as scary as I thought.
He came back to the room, and Hermione’s heart started to pound when she saw the red bag bulging with water in his hand. She wasn’t a fool, she knew it was how most people took enemas, but he’d never used one with her; and she was apprehensive about having that much water in her bowels.
He grinned at her shocked expression. “Another present for you, pet. I got you several nozzles, but we can start with the smallest one first.”
“I can’t hold that much water,” she blurted out.
He stood behind her, stroking the curve of her bum. “I’ll go nice and slow,” he said calmly. “We’ll see how you do.”
Snape tapped the bag with his wand, and it hovered to one side as he pressed the long slim nozzle to her puckered entrance. “Just relax, pet. I want you to enjoy this.”
Hermione swallowed hard as the narrow nozzle slipped into her bum. It wasn’t any wider than the stem on the big bulb that he used; she wiggled as he began to pump it in and out.
“That’s my good girl. It’s in all the way. I’m going to open the valve. Tell me if you get a cramp, and we’ll stop.”
Hermione nodded, too nervous to say anything. There was a small click, and warmth seeped through her lower body. He kept petting her bum with one hand, and then she felt his fingers spreading her pussy.
“It appears you’re enjoying both your presents today.”
“Yes. Thank you, sir,” she said in a shaky voice.
Gliding his finger through her folds, he spread the slick juice around her pussy. “I asked Master James at Eros about your request, and he told me to clean you out first, have you let it out, and then fill you back up for your buggering. He suggested doing it in the shower in case of any leakage. Does that sound good, love?”
She shuddered as the water pushed higher. “I won’t explode?”
Snape chuckled. “If it gets to be too much, tell me, and I’ll stop and let you make some more room.”
“What, right there in the shower?”
“It’ll just be water, pet. The first one will completely clean you out. I’ve added some things to make sure of it.”
“What?”
“Nothing that you’ll notice. Soap is so irritating; it’ll just feel like water. I wanted you to stay relaxed.”
“Oh . . . okay.”
“I want you to hold this in for fifteen minutes when we’re done. You’ll be very full. If you need your plug, we can put it in again.”
She winced. “It hurts.”
He clicked off the water. “Take a deep breath.” His hand went to her lower belly and rubbed, pushing the water higher to give her more room.
Her body went slack as the cramp died.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make the water go slower. It’ll take longer, but you won’t be as likely to cramp.”
“Okay.”
The water started to flow again, and Hermione shivered.
“Are you cold, love?”
“No, sir, I’m burning up.”
He choked down a laugh. “Just try to relax.”
Snape’s hand went back to her pussy, and he slowly teased her folds as she filled with water. She wiggled against his fingers, sighing and making excited little noises as her pussy started to leak like sap from a tree. His other hand held the nozzle in place. If she’d been still, he wouldn’t have bothered; but with the way she was writhing about, he didn’t want to take any chances.
After a while she started to feel too full. The water was going to burst out of her ears. “I can’t take any more,” she groaned, rubbing her swollen belly with one hand.
He clicked off the valve. “Let me.”
His hand came around and pushed along her side. After a few minutes, the pressure slowly floated away, and she sighed in relief. “It’s better now. Thank you, sir.”
“You’ve almost taken it all. Do you want the rest?”
“How much is it?”
“Barely anything, maybe a sixteenth of the bag.”
“I guess so,” she whispered, turning her other cheek to the leather.
She heard the click again, and the water started to flow. He kept rubbing along her side, helping the water along. In a couple of minutes, the bag gurgled empty, and Snape went back and clicked off the hose again.
“You took it all, pet. I’m proud of you. I’m going to remove the nozzle now. Don’t let out any water, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
She felt the nozzle slipping free and squeezed her cheeks as hard as she could.
“Good girl. Fifteen minutes. I’m watching the clock.”
“I don’t know if I can last that long.”
“I thought you wanted me to bugger you."
“I do. But my insides are churning.”
He went back to her side and rubbed her belly again. “Try not to think about it.”
She snorted.
Snape smirked. “We’ll talk about something else. Like your five licks with the tawse.”
Hermione blinked in shock. “You heard from Draco?”
“I got an owl from him yesterday saying he’s still thinking about it. I bet you another five hits he owls me again in the next two days agreeing to our terms.”
“No way. The first five will be bad enough. If I lose,” she added, unwilling to admit defeat just yet.
“I told him he’d have to take everything he gave first. If he wants to give you six with the cane, he’s got to take six before he hits you. Sound fair?”
“How do you know the hits will be the same strength?”
“I’ll know. I’ll have him practice his aim and force on a pillow before we use you. When he’s ready, I’ll have him give you what I gave him.”
“Okay. What if he backs out partway through?”
“That’s his choice. It ends.”
“You’re not going to do anything else to me while he’s here, are you?”
“I hadn’t considered it. Do you want to do something else?”
“No. I just want to mentally prepare myself if you’re planning something.”
One of his hands went to her back, and he stroked her like a cat, smiling as she wiggled for more.
“Are you hard, Severus?”
His eyebrow arched in interest. “Why do you ask?”
“Could I see it?”
One hand pinched the bridge of is nose as he silently laughed. “You can do more than look.”
She heard the clink of his belt and the metal teeth of his zip going down. Turning her head, she smiled as he stood right next to her. He was untucking his shirt and watching her with that same heat in his eyes that he'd had the night before. His fingers were busy unbuttoning his shirt, so she put her hand down the front of his trousers, grinning when she felt the stiff, heated weight of his cock.
He caught her wrist with one lighting-quick hand. “Did I give you permission to touch me like that?”
Her eyes met his. “No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“What do you say to me?”
She couldn’t help grinning. “May I please touch your cock, sir?”
“Yes, you may. And you can put it in your forgetful little mouth until you remember your manners.”
Hermione smiled at him. “It might take me a while to learn, sir. My mind keeps wandering.”
“I’ll make sure you learn.” Severus pulled out his cock and stood closer so it was in her face. “Lick the tip clean first.”
Hermione licked the salty pre-cum from his slit. He still tasted clean from his shower. She pumped his length as she swirled around the head, teasing him with a little suction every time his cock throbbed in her palm.
Snape shoved his shorts down lower, exposing his sac for her. “Rub my balls while you suck. And I mean suck. Nice and slow. Are you remembering your manners yet?”
“MmmHm,” she moaned around his meat. Her hand cupped his bollocks, and she massaged them as she bobbed along his shaft. He was already grunting, pushing back her hair to watch her. He set the pace, which was good since she couldn’t move much.
When her lips started to get raw, he pulled away, and his dick slid from her mouth with a loud pop.
“What do you say after someone lets you suck their cock?” He wiped the spittle from the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
“Thank you, sir. May I have more?”
He grinned. “Not now. Your time is up.”
“I don’t know if I can move.”
He carefully put away his dick, keeping it from getting attacked by his zip. “I’ll help you.”
Hermione groaned as he sat her up again. She wanted to get off that table and to the loo as soon as possible, but she didn’t want to move too fast for fear she’d lose the water. Easing one foot down off the table, she squeezed her cheeks as hard as she could.
He urged her toward the door. “Go on, pet. Right around he corner.”
Hermione made it to the loo just in time. As soon as she sat down, the water was pouring out of her. She buried her face in her hands, relieved but embarrassed. She hadn’t had time to close the door, and he could obviously hear everything. Closing her eyes tight, she covered her own ears, so at least she could pretend there wasn’t anything to hear.
She jumped when she felt a hand on hers. Severus was standing in front of her, smirking. His hand went to her belly, and he rubbed in a circle, applying firm pressure to her left side. Her face flamed to a thousand degrees as more water shot out. She didn’t have enough hands; she abandoned her ears to cover her face again.
“Clockwise, pet,” he said as he put one of her hands on her belly. “Don’t strain. Take your time.”
Hermione nodded, refusing to move the hand over her eyes. She heard him leave and sighed. He was right, it felt better if she rubbed and didn’t push. It took a while, but when she was sure she was empty, she cleaned up and made herself go back in the room where he was waiting.
“Feeling better, love?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good.” He made her look at him. “You did very well. Do you want to take a break?” His lips touched hers, and she shivered.
“Um . . . maybe for a minute.”
“Finish taking off my clothes, pet. I can’t get in the shower like this.”
Hermione was glad to have something to distract her from the humiliation of the toilet. His shirt was already unbuttoned most of the way, so she went for the last few buttons. She eased it off his shoulders and tossed it into the chair by the door (which she hadn’t noticed before but thought that it looked a lot like the chair he kept in his office).
His belt was still undone, and when she unzipped his fly, he sighed as if he’d been holding his breath. Hermione noticed he’d already taken off his shoes and socks as she pulled his boxers out and over his erection. His trousers slid easily to the floor once she got them over his hips, and he stepped out of them, kicking them under the chair. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into his chest.
“I’m ready to bugger your sweet little bum, love. Are you ready to take that next enema?”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
“The next one will be easier now that you’re empty. Do you want to go in the bathroom? We’ll be right next to the shower that way.” Her poofy head nodded, and Severus kissed it. “Come on. I left everything in there while you were in sensory-deprivation mode.”
Hermione let him lead her into the bathroom, and she shifted around nervously as he filled up the bag again. She couldn’t watch. It was too nerve-wracking. The excitement was getting to her. She wanted to know what it felt like, but she was also scared she wouldn’t be able to take it.
Severus ran a finger down her back, startling her out of her thoughts. “Take it easy,” he murmured, holding her hand again. “How would you like to do this? Do you want to get in the tub and bend over? I can run the water so you don’t get cold.”
Cold? It’s like the Sahara in here. She liked that idea though. If she was in the tub, she wouldn’t have to walk anywhere once he was done filling her up. He could just get in and fuck her. That sounded good. “Yes.”
He nodded. “Climb in.”
She stepped into the claw-footed tub and watched as he pushed the shower curtain out of the way. He bent her into place, putting her hands on the back of the tub then spreading her legs, getting her to arch her back. She felt his finger smearing something soft and greasy over her hole and then the the nozzle penetrated her.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Click. The water started to flow. A stream had been diverted into her backside. Gooseflesh broke out on her arms. His hand went back to her pussy, and she squirmed as he tickled her clit. He was right, it was much easier the second time. The water emptied into her in record time. Or maybe it seemed faster because she knew what was going to happen when the bag was empty. Snape rubbed her belly again, his other hand slipping in and out of her soaked slit. He kept whispering, but she only heard half of it. She just needed the sound for the moment, not the words.
“It’s done, pet. Are you ready?”
She nodded vigorously and moaned as he pulled out the nozzle. Snape turned on the shower, and she felt warm water on the backs of her thighs. Even though her face was on fire, the warm water felt good. Calming. Snape greased his cock with something; she watched him without blinking. The whole scene was starting to feel surreal. He got in behind her and the water stopped hitting her legs. The shower curtain screeched along its track as he pulled it closed. He slipped two fingers up her bum, twisting them around to lube her walls. It felt crazy. She had to hold in the water, but his fingers felt bloody amazing.
“Why are your hands so soft?” she whispered.
He smirked and added another finger. “I had to use oil so the water wouldn’t wash away our lubrication.”
“It’s nice.”
“Good. How does that feel?”
“Full. Amazing.”
“Are you ready to try my cock?”
Her back arched deeper. “Yes.”
The dense pressure of his knob pressed at her hole then he was pushing inside. It felt as tight as it always did, but this time he was stirring up a storm inside her. She let out a long groan as he slowly started to move, easing in his length a little deeper with each stroke.
“If something hurts, you have to tell me. I can’t read your face from here.”
“Yes, sir. I’m okay.”
He held onto her wet hips with both hands as he worked his way in. Her muscles seemed to be alternating between pushing him out and holding the water in. The deeper he went, the more he could feel the water, dipping his cock into it with every forward thrust. By the time he’d buried himself to the hilt, it felt as though he were in some sort of watery Shangri-La. The bliss of her bum had been coated in gold.
“Oh God, love,” he muttered. “Are you all right? I’m as deep as I can go.”
“Please fuck me, Severus,” she said in a quaking voice.
His hips started to move, riding through the waves inside her. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself in check. He’d only been at it for a minute when her legs started to shake.
“Are you all right?” He prepared for a request to cease and desist.
“Yes. Harder, please.”
He grunted quietly and fucked her harder.
“Faster.”
Oh my God. He was about to lose it. The sensation was unbearable. His balls were so tight they were lodged in his stomach.
Hermione was going to climax. She felt it starting to roll through her. “Faster. Aaaahh!”
Her muscles undulated around him, and he squeezed her hips in a death grip. She was shaking so hard it looked as if she were having a seizure. He didn’t want her collapse or anything, but he was going to pass out from the restraint. Her “unnnnh” echoed through the tiled bathroom as she jerked around him.
“Hermione!” The release exploded out of him like fireworks. An electric current shot up his spine, and he shuddered hard as his hips lost control. It was the most glorious sensation. Right up there with sinking into her pussy for the first time.
They both stood there for a couple of minutes, catching their breath. Severus was glad he was still standing; he wiped one hand over his tingling face as the blood started to return to his extremities. Her body was shivering under his hands, and he unlocked his fingers from her hips so he could wrap one arm around her.
“Are you still all right?” he asked with a small smile.
She nodded.
“Do you want to let out that water?”
Another nod.
His hand stroked down her back, urging her muscles to relax. “When I pull out, you’re going to have a hard time keeping it in. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Leaning back, he went as slowly as he could, dragging his cock from her shivering body. When it fell free, she only lost a small trickle before clenching her bum tight. She was giving new meaning to the phrase anal retentive. He rubbed her distended belly as she stood. “Go on, love. Be careful, don’t slip.”
Hermione nodded and stepped out of the tub onto the bathmat. The floor was chilly as she took the few steps to the toilet. She sat down, and the water poured out. It was a bizarre sensation after being reamed by his cock. She felt stretched and sort of loose. Thankfully the shower was still going, so the waterfall coming out of her wasn’t the only sound in the room. She looked up as Snape’s feet came into view next to hers. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders and smirked at her blush. The towel felt nice and soft, and it soaked up the mist of water covering her from the shower.

He got back in the shower, wondering how difficult it would be to get off the oil. It turned out to not be difficult as all. The soap got rid of it the first try. He had to repeat the process on his pelvis and scrotum, but when he was done, his pubic hair felt strangely soft. He peeked around the curtain to check on her. She was still hiding on the toilet, her face obscured by the towel.
He shook his head. She’ll scream like a banshee when I’m fucking her arse but blushes like a virgin because she’s using the loo. Logic seemed to have escaped her. He got a very wicked idea that might break her of that embarrassment but decided to wait until another time. He didn’t want to push her too much the first day.
Hermione peeked around the towel when he turned off the shower. Her bum clenched shut as the room went silent. Snape got out and pushed the shower curtain out of the way then plugged the drain and turned the lever so the water was redirected to the tub. Hermione relaxed again as the water in the tub drowned out the sounds of the toilet. At least this time it's only water.
Snape got the most calming bath salts he had in the house and sprinkled them in the water. He knew she was watching him, but he pretended not to notice so she’d finish faster. Laying out a towel for himself, he climbed in the tub and sat with his back to her, waiting while the tub filled.
After a while, and lots of pressing on her belly, Hermione felt drained and empty. And a little high. She cleaned herself up, grateful he wasn’t watching, and went to wash her hands.
The sound of the toilet flushing made him open his eyes. Finally. He turned his head to see what she was doing. She stood at the sink, washing her hands, the white towel wrapped around her like a dress.
“Get in, love,” he murmured.
Hermione still couldn’t look at his face as she smiled and pulled off the towel. The water was warm, and she pressed her chest to his stomach as the water sloshed around them. His hands went to her back, rubbing her tired muscles.
“How’s your bum feel?” he asked the top of her head.
“Weird. But good.”
“Are you sore?”
“Not right now. Just a bit . . . stretchy.”
Snape smirked. She was stroking his chest hair, petting him like a puppy. He actually didn’t mind. It was soothing, and he had a feeling it was calming her even more than it was him. She was quiet for a long time; the only sound in the room was the trickle of water from the tap.
Hermione felt pretty damn relaxed, more so than she’d felt in a long time. Her body was tired but sated, her head clear and empty. It was nice that the constant chatter had quieted; she could feel the steady thump of his heart through his chest. He had her hair gathered up in one hand and was stroking her back and neck with the other. It calmed her and made her wish he’d fuck her again all at the same time.
Snape summoned his wand and charmed her hair to stay in place. Her skin felt like satin under his hand, and he followed the soft skin at the back of her arm with his fingertips.
“Did that live up to your fantasy?” he asked, breaking the long silence.
Hermione smiled and circled his nipple with her index finger. “Yes. Better than my fantasy.”
“How did it feel?”
“Intense.”
He smiled. “I concur.”
“What are you going to do to me next?”
Snape made her look at him. “What do you want to do?”
She shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“Don’t give me that. Tell me or I’ll tie you up and spend the rest of the day breaking in all those paddles and canes.”
Her grin suggested she didn’t think that was a terrible idea. “Will you show me that book with the picture?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“Will you read it to me?”
“The whole book? It’s rather long.”
“Selected passages.”
He nodded. “I suppose.”
“Can we have sex in your bed?”
Snape nodded again. “Tonight.”
“Can we have sex downstairs?”
His eyebrow rose. “Yes. You’re not going to molest my library, are you?”
She pinched his nipple. “Ha ha.”
“You are a known offender.”
Her fingers pinched harder. “I was never convicted. Can we do it in the kitchen?”
His other brow popped up with the first. “Culinary cunnilingus?”
Hermione laughed. “You really bought that caramel, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then I was thinking more of a fellatio fondue.”
Snape smirked. “That sounds festive.”
“Will you spank me later?”
“I’ll do more than that.”
“Can I wear my collar?”
His hips ground into her belly. “Yes.”
“Will you pretend punish me?”
Snape was very amused by that. “Pretend punish you?”
“You know what I mean.”
“I most certainly do not. You’re either being punished or you’re not.”
She sighed. “I want you to punish me but . . . not be angry. I want it to be sexual.”
“I see. Do you want it to hurt?”
She had to think about that. “Umm . . . yes. But not as much as when you really punish me.”
“And what will be the reason behind your pretend punishment?”
“I hadn’t gotten that far. Just make up something.”
“Hmm. I shall.”
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The books he showed her made her wonderfully wet. They spent two hours naked on the small bed in the extra bedroom with him petting and stroking her as she flipped through the pages. He read everything she asked him to, rumbling in her ear while he teased her pussy. When she begged him to let her climax, he took her downstairs and let her ride him in the wingback chair until she came. It was definitely the best afternoon of her life.
She found out that caramel tasted very good when licked off his cock, but that it can also make a mess if it gets in pubic hair. Whipped cream and nuts became her new favorite dessert (but once again, he was very sticky when it was over). Nipples and chocolate were excellent too. It didn’t take much convincing by then to get him to bend over the counter so she could taste his arse. The whipped cream made a decorative line down his crack. He got very quiet, but by the time she was done licking it all away, he was hissing and grunting at her. She got a finger in him, and he came in her mouth in less than a minute.
He made her take another shower with him to clean off all the dried sugar. Washing it off was almost as much fun as smearing it on, even if he wasn’t hard. She smiled when she fingered his hole clean, his tired prick twitching, trying to come back to life. He growled and pushed away her hand, saying he was clean enough.
Snape put on his boxers and took her downstairs to eat lunch. He let her put on her jeans and a shirt, but he sat her in his lap and fondled her braless breasts while she ate her sandwich. She fed him some grapes, grinding in his lap when he nipped and sucked her fingers. By the time they finished eating, she was dying to get out of her jeans again.
They went back upstairs, and he took them off for her then got her back up on the bench. She found out what it was like to be spanked with a padded beam pressed to her pussy; she came before he got to fifty. Snape laughed for five minutes, teasing her and telling her he was going to paddle her to multiple orgasm. He didn’t. His fingers entered her, and before long she was squirting all over the bench. He’d been right about leather being easier to clean.
Snape took her to his bed and let her sleep then. It was about five when she woke up to the feel of his tongue on her pussy. He got her to the brink then stopped and said dinner was ready. Hermione was wiggling in her seat the whole time, her chair soaked. He fed her a nice meal of roast beef and vegetables, but Hermione barely tasted it. She was too distracted by what he was doing below the table. His knee pressed into hers, and his hand strayed higher and higher up her thigh. After dessert, he sat her on the table and spread her legs, devouring her pussy until she shouted his name.
Severus let her peruse his book collection, and when she went for the book on corporal punishment, he smirked and sat her in his lap while she went through it. When she seemed absorbed in her reading, he left and went to clean up the kitchen. He kept peeking in at her. She looked sexy as hell curled in his chair in a t-shirt and a pair of knickers, drooling over the pictures in the book. He went upstairs and put on his clothes. It was impossible to play the part of disciplinarian when she could see his cock twitch every five seconds. After tucking in his shirt, he buckled his belt and checked his reflection in the mirror. It took him a couple tries to get the usual severe scowl back on his face. It was hard to look pissed off when you’d been fucking all day.
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Hermione almost jumped out of her skin when Snape growled at her from the bottom step.
“What do you think you’re doing, Miss Granger?”
She looked at him, completely lost. “Reading?”
He pulled the book out of her hand. “Reading what?”
“Corporal Punishment: A Pictorial History.”
Snape snapped the book closed with a loud thwack. “And you thought that was appropriate reading material? Your apparel seems even less appropriate. This looks very bad for you.”
Hermione suddenly caught on. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“It’s a little late for apologies, Miss Granger.” Wrapping one hand around her upper arm, he yanked her out of the chair. “I think some time with a sore bottom will help you remember that young ladies do not sit around half-clothed reading sexually explicit books.”
“Yes, sir.”
He marched her up the stairs and took her to the extra bedroom. “In the corner. Hands on your head.”
Hermione knew he was just doing it for her, but her heart was pounding as though she were really in trouble. Standing in the corner, she tried to slow her breathing. Snape was right behind her, the heat from his body baking her back. He yanked her panties below her bum and started lecturing (or more accurately, rumbling in her ear so her pussy leaked).
“The last thing I expect from a bright student like yourself is to find you looting my library for a cheap thrill. You might have gotten away with it if you’d been wearing something more than a flimsy pair of knickers. I could smell you as soon as I got to the bottom of the steps, so don’t try to deny what you were doing. The next couple of hours are going to be very unpleasant for you. We’re going to stay here until you learn how to control yourself and act like a lady. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. I want you to wait here and think about how red your backside is going to be when I’m through with you. Keep that position until I return.”
Hermione nodded and heard his footsteps going back downstairs. She was half-worried, half-excited about what she’d gotten herself into. If he wasn’t growling in my ear like that, I’d be seriously scared right now. The book had left her wet, and the anticipation of what was to come only added to that puddle. She heard his heavy footfall on the steps again and went still.
Snape smirked when he came back. She was still exactly where he’d left her (not that he expected anything less). He pushed her hair to one side and hissed in her ear, “Since you’re so excited by punishment, let’s get you in a more comfortable position. Take down your knickers and go kneel on the bench.”
Hermione pushed off her underwear as fast as possible and got into place as she had earlier.
“You won’t be needing your shirt.”
She pulled it off and got back in place.
“I can see by the state of your pussy that this is going to be a long punishment. If I see one drop of juice on that leather, you’re getting the cane. Is that clear?”
Hermione arched her back so her pussy wouldn’t touch the center piece so much. “Yes, sir.”
He came over and strapped her wrists in place. She watched his hands the whole time, her pulse pounding. It didn’t hurt or anything, but knowing she couldn’t get up made her heart race even faster. He did her ankles next, and she felt strangely secure and apprehensive at the same time
He squatted down where she could see him and held out his hand so she could see what he’d been hiding. “Do you know what this is, Miss Granger?”
It looked like a plug to her, though misshapen and smaller than hers, which was some consolation. “A plug, sir?”
“Half right. It’s ginger. Can you smell it?”
It smelled faintly of tea or biscuits. “Yes, sir.”
“Did you get to the part of that book on figging?”
“No, sir.”
“Then you might find this rather perplexing.” He rose and went behind her. He’d carved the ginger into roughly the shape of his finger, only with a good base to it so it wouldn’t go in too far. The tapered end pressed to her tiny rosebud, and she let it in with only a small shift of her hips. He smiled. Let’s see how long you stay still. “Figging, Miss Granger, is the practice of inserting a carved piece of ginger into the anus or occasionally the vagina . . . or the urethra for men. You should notice a warmth building in the next few minutes. I’ll get the cane ready.”
Hermione was only mildly nervous. So far it just felt like a wet, cool lump in her bum. “The leather isn’t wet, is it?” She heard him swish the cane through the air.
“Not yet,” he replied.
She could swear he was smiling when he said that. Just as he’d told her, a warmth started to build as the seconds passed. In a few minutes it had grown to outright heat. She couldn’t keep still. It was like when he’d made her plug burn . . . except different. More smolder than sting.
Severus watched her movements go from anxious little ticks to violent writhing. She whimpered and moaned; his cock seemed pleased with the show.
“It’s very effective at keeping the buttocks from clenching,” he commented.
“It burns, sir!”
“Yes. And just look how wet you’ve gotten my table.”
“Please take it out!”
“Caning first.”
She felt the tap of rattan against her bum. A soft whoosh and the impact dented her skin. Her bum clenched, and the burning in her hole flared to a bonfire. A line of stinging heat zinged across her flesh where the cane landed. “Oh God!”
“I did try to warn you. Clenching will only make it worse.”
The tapping returned, and she let out a loud groan, vowing to stay perfectly relaxed. Another whoosh sounded, and the impact made her gasp. The sting of the cane was far worse with no clenching. “Ow!”
With one hand he checked the tram lines on her cheeks. They were even and straight. “This bench is wonderful. You’re at the perfect height.”
Oh good, I’m glad you approve. “It’s so hot, sir. Please, can you take it out?”
“No talking. Take your punishment. We’re nowhere close to finished.”
The tapping started again, and Hermione pounded her forehead into the padded leather. He wasn’t even hitting her that hard, but the ginger was making things a million times worse. The next lick came, and she only clenched a little. The heat sparked but not as much as the first time. She tried to shove her bum higher so she wouldn’t be tempted to rub against the bench; the writhing would only bring more burning.
“Just three more. Let’s make them a little harder, shall we?”
“Noooo!” she whimpered.
“What did I tell you about talking?” He slapped her bum with one hand.
The next stroke came with little warning. Without adequate preparation, she clenched again and let out a long wail when the burn transformed to a hot coal.
Snape laid the next one on her sweet spot, smirking when she groaned. She’d managed to stay relaxed, so the cane sank in deeply. “One more. I expect a thank you afterwards.”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned.
Whoosh swick! The cane left its mark right across the crease of her bum and thighs. She bucked, which obviously made the ginger hotter. “Ow! Thank you, sir!”
“Let’s see if you’ve learned your lesson.” He parted her pussy with two fingers and raised an eyebrow. She was glistening. “What’s this? I thought you said you didn’t like the ginger?”
“Oh God, it burns! How much longer?”
“As long as it takes. I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl. You haven’t learned anything at all.” He went to the bowl of water he’d left on the dresser and fished out the other small piece of ginger. “I think we need to go right to the source this time.”
Hermione felt him place something against her clit and hold it there. It took about thirty seconds, and then a tingling started to snake through her nub. “Oh God, please don’t.”
“Stop begging. Your punishment will end when I say it ends. The more you beg, the longer it goes.”
The more the heat grew, the more she tried to stay still. It was impossible. When her clit started to burn, Hermione leaned away; but he stayed right with her, tucking the ginger between her lips. The fire below her waist consumed her. She knew logically that only two spots on her body were being touched, but it felt as though a river of heat flowed over every inch. It wasn’t clear whether her anxious dancing was making things worse or better. It didn’t really matter; she couldn’t stop.
Just when Hermione thought she was going to start crying, the heat took a new turn. It was in her brain, singeing a hole through her medulla. The heat spread and built like wildfire, and then she was coming. It was totally unexpected, and she was horrified by the intense pleasure it caused. It was like the nipple clamps but with fire instead of stabbing. Her jaw dropped, and she let out a shuddering breath, shocked by her body.
Snape smiled as she came. It had been about twenty minutes. The ginger in her bum would be wearing off soon. He wasn’t taking his hand away from her clit until she came again.
“Did you just climax, Miss Granger?” he asked in a low voice.
She was hoping he hadn’t noticed. “Yes, sir.”
“In the middle of a punishment? How depraved.”
Hermione’s face burned almost as hot as her bum.
“If you come again, we’re going to have to take this in a new direction. Try to control yourself.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted. The fire hadn’t gone anywhere. It was still licking her clit like the devil’s tongue. She wanted to go sit in a bucket of ice water. Hopefully that’s the next step. The seconds ticked by as if time had stopped. How long is this going to last? My clit’s going to be burned off. Don’t be stupid, he wouldn’t do that; he likes your clit. The familiar tightening began in her pussy again. No no no no no. You are not getting off on this. You just came! Stop being so weird! Caustic burning does not make you horny! Nonononononono.
The heat rolled through her and burned every denial in it wake. She wasn’t just coming, she was pushing out a stream of liquid come like a river. My pussy’s probably trying to put out the flames. She wantonly humped his hand and the bench as the rolling went on and on. She was exhausted when the leak finally slowed to a stop. Severus was at her ear; she could barely hear him over the pounding of her pulse.
“This is obviously the wrong tactic to take with you. You have the control of a child. And if you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to punish you like one.”
He pulled the ginger from her clit then eased the plug from her backside. She moaned gratefully, and he smirked at her wiggling toes. Severus left the ginger in the bowl and cleaned his hands. When he went back to her, he undid the straps on her wrists and ankles. “Go face the wall. Hands on your head, feet wide apart. Don’t make me correct you.”
Hermione nodded and climbed down off the trestle. The burning was still there, but it wasn’t as intense. She rested for a second against the leather. Her legs were shaking, and she didn’t know if she could walk yet.
Snape watched her carefully. It wasn’t supposed to be that hard on her. Granted, the ginger had been a rather fierce experience to spring on her; but she had clearly enjoyed it. She didn’t say anything as she made her way to the wall and took the stance he’d commanded. He let her rest, leaving her to stare at the wall while the burn faded. Rolling up his sleeves, he went to talk her down and check on her.
“Has the heat gone, or are you going to come again?” he purred to the back of her ear.
“It’s getting better, sir,” she whispered.
“When it’s gone, I want you to come to the bed and get over my knee. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He reached around her and ran his palm down her belly till he got to the soft V of curls. “This is mine. I take care of it, and I correct it. I expect you to show your appreciation when I finish that correction. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Her head was spinning; he was adding even more fog to the confusion.
His hand slid back up and grazed the underside of one breast. “As soon as you’re ready. I’m in no hurry.”
“Yes, sir.”
He slid his hand around to her bum and gently checked her lines, tracing each one before leaving. Sitting in the center of the little bed, he pulled off his shoes and tucked them underneath. He adjusted his cock again and got comfortable. It took her another ten minutes before she stepped her feet together and came over to him.
Severus held out one hand and guided her over his lap, angling her so her head and chest rested on the bed. One hand smoothed over her bum while the other grabbed her hip and pulled her closer. Her body pressed into his erection. Just where he wanted her.
Snape started with a light slap, smirking when she arched her back for more. He built up to a medium sting. He didn’t want her to cry, and he had a feeling she’d been pushed to her limit. When her bum was nice and pink, framing the cane lines in a sea of crimson, he stopped and rubbed away some of the sting.
“Does your pussy need correction?” he asked, tracing the damp line of her sex.
“I don’t know, sir.”
He slipped one finger inside her. “If pain makes you wet, how will you react to pleasure?”
Hermione lifted her head off her arms and bit her lip in thought. “I respond well to positive reinforcement.”
Severus smiled at her red bum. “Positive reinforcement,” he repeated. “Because you want to be my good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sit up. Let’s see what a good girl you can be.”
Hermione backed off his lap and let him sit her in his place as he stood. Her bum felt stingy and warm. She was getting turned on again. Maybe I do like the pain. Just a little. His crotch was right in front of her face, and she tried not to stare at it, forcing her eyes up to his face.
He put his hand under her chin and stroked her jaw. “Let’s see how you do with following orders. If you can please me, I’ll make sure you are rewarded properly.”
A small smile twitched at her lips. “Yes, sir.”
“Start with my belt.”
Hermione unbuckled the black leather, and clasped her hands in her lap when she was done so she wouldn’t do anything he hadn’t asked.
Snape bit his tongue to keep the smile off his face. “That’s a good start. Now give me your hand.”
She gave it to him and watched him put it over the bulge in his trousers.
“This is your reward if you’re a good girl tonight. Do you want it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Open my trousers.”
The button on his waistband slipped free and then the sharp metallic sound of his zipper zinged. She put her hands back in her lap and looked up at him for further instruction.
“Pull out my shirt and then unbutton it.”
The way he watched her as she opened his shirt made her want to bury her face in his crotch.
“Good. Now pull my waistband over my cock and take down my trousers.”
She did just as requested, lowering the elastic of his boxers and then easing it all down below his bum. His dick looked thick and red; she licked her lips when she saw the drop of pre-cum dotting the tip.
“All the way to the floor.”
Her hands pushed his clothes to the floor, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in only black socks.
He set one foot next to her on the bed. “Take it off.”
She stripped his long foot.
“The other.”
He was as naked as her when she finished.
Severus stroked his cock right in front of her face. “You see what you’re doing to me. My cock is looking as desperate as your pussy. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. That’s it. Keep it there.” He wiped the tip clean over her tongue and smiled at the image. “All right, swallow that, and I’ll let you have some more.”
Hermione was going to start humping his leg again if he kept staring at her like that. She swallowed hard, looking at him expectantly.
“Mouth open.” He pushed the head to her soft lips. “Show me how much you want my cock. Keep your hands in your lap.”
Squeezing her hands together, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him. He tasted like sex. She lapped and sucked the flavor from his skin, trying to take more every time she sank down his pole. Eventually, he touched the back of her throat, and she forced herself to relax.
He pushed back on her forehead with one hand until his cock fell from her mouth. “That was very good. Now show me how much you love my balls. Keep your hands where they are.”
She canted her head to one side and took one in her mouth. She sucked and licked, burying her nose in the base of his cock. He reached down and pulled it out of her way, slowly stroking himself as she tongued his sac.
“You are being a very good girl. It seems you do respond well to this. Spread you legs and show me how wet you are.”

She reached down to hold open her lips for him. He bent lower and tested her response with one finger, his eyes locked on hers. Hermione inhaled sharply as he grazed her clit.
Her pupils got even bigger as he got closer, testifying to her state of arousal. Severus wanted to take her to his room and throw her over the bed then fuck her slowly until she begged him for release. “Which got you wetter, sucking my cock or following my orders?”
She really wasn’t sure. “That’s difficult to say, sir.”
One corner of his lips curled. “Let’s find out, shall we? Stand up.”
She stood, but he gave her very little room. The leaking head of his cock poked her in the belly.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Hermione put her hands of the bed. She felt his wand tip slide lightly over her slit and then a strange sucking sensation.
“You’re nice and clean now, pet. Let’s see how wet I can make you. Face me again.”
Hermione faced his pale chest, and he took two steps back so they weren’t touching.
“Down on your knees. Crawl to me.”
That wasn’t hard. As soon as she got to him, he took two more steps back. She crawled closer. He moved toward the door, walking backward so he could watch her. They got out into the hallway, and she wondered if he was going to make her crawl down the steps. That doesn’t sound easy. But he didn’t stop at the stairway. He kept backing up until they were in his dark bedroom. He lit the candles with his wand and leaned against the bed, his arms folded as he watched her.
“Stand . . . turn around. Now, touch your toes . . . good.”
He crouched down. There was a tiny sliver of honey already shining at her opening. Not nearly enough for what he had planned. “Face me again and get back on your knees.”
Hermione sank down, eye level with his sex. He took a step closer so his cock was only inches away from her face; then he began to slowly stroke himself.
“Hands on your head. Knees apart . . . wider . . . good girl.” He got close enough to feel her breath cool his oozing tip. Her eyes bounced back and forth between his cock and his face, watching him for what she was supposed to do next. “Do you want to lick that off for me?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Not yet. Open your mouth and show me your tongue. That’s it. Now, keep your eyes on my cock.” The warm air from her panting huffed over his knob as he stroked. He could practically feel her tongue on him even though he was at least an inch away. The longer he made her wait, the harder she breathed on him. “You’re seem rather anxious, pet. Is something bothering you?”
“I’d like to lick you, sir.”
“No. You do what I say, when I say. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Stand up and put your hands behind your back. I don’t want you to be too tempted.”
Hermione rose and held one hand in the other behind her back. Her nipples were standing out like gumdrops. One of his hands hovered over her breast, not touching her, but acting as if he was going to. She arched closer to him, and he pulled away.
“What did I just say?” he growled. “You haven’t learned a thing. Go face the wall.”
Hermione let out a rough sigh. What did you think I would do? The walls were a drab, aged green; and she felt as if she were staring at a giant olive while she waited.
“Legs apart. Hands on the wall . . . that’s it. Now lean forward. I want to see your tits touching that wall.”
She sucked in her breath. Cold! Her nipples went even harder. Snape stood at her side, staring down at her. He still wasn’t touching her, but she could feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Take a step back. I want your arse out, back arched. Don’t let your tits come off that wall.”
She had to move slowly and keep her chest thrust out as she stepped back.
“Legs wider. Show me your pussy.”
Oh gods. Hermione felt herself getting wetter. Please touch me. She arched her back as much as she could, trying to entice him with her charms. He moved behind her where she couldn’t see him. Please touch me. Please touch me.
Snape leaned close, careful not to make contact, and crouched behind her. The smell of her pussy told him all he needed to know without looking (but he looked anyway). That sliver of shine had become a small pool. He breathed over her as though he was fogging a window, and she whimpered in response. “You’re very wet, Miss Granger. Can you feel it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All this without me even touching you. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you can stay there for five more minutes without moving or talking, I’ll let you lick my cock clean. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right, I’m watching the clock. Five minutes.” He had no intention of making it easy for her. He stood behind her and put his lips a half inch away from her ear, sighing out a low growl. “Mmm. Your pussy smells so good, love. I’m going to lick your little clit tonight until you scream.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. Her thighs tightened as her pussy let out a tiny trickle. OhGodohGodohGod! She bit her lips to keep them closed.
“I love watching you crawl to me, pet. You're my sweet little sex kitten, aren’t you? I’ll give you some cream later, and you can purr for me. If you lick it all up, I’ll pet you till you come.”
Fuck! It wasn’t just what he said, it was the way he said it. Every rumble in her ear was traveling down her spinal cord and humming in her clit. Has it been five minutes yet?
“Is your pussy getting wetter, pet? I want to see you dripping for me. I want to shove my cock so deep inside you, you taste it. You’re going to be nice and slick when I get inside you. And I know how tight you get after you come a few times, especially when you squirt for me. I’m going to spread you wide and see how swollen you are. Sometimes you’re so engorged I can barely get my finger inside you. How does that feel for you when it’s my cock? Does it feel like the first time I fucked you? That’s what it feels like to me, like your sweet little virgin pussy struggling around my dick that first time. You still get that same look on your face sometimes, as if you’re afraid it won’t fit. And then your eyes roll back, and I feel you leaking all over me.”
She groaned behind her lips. You should see how much I’m leaking right now.
“Only two and half more minutes. You’re doing very well. See, you can control yourself when you try.”
I’m going to scream.
“Let’s check your pussy again, see if you’ve learned your lesson.” He crouched behind her. “Arch your back more. That’s good. Very good indeed. It seems you do respond to reward.”
The pubic hair around her entrance was glinting with pearls of dew. He wanted to push his fingers inside and see how much was just waiting to be spread around. Squeezing the head of his cock, he restrained himself and stood up. She muffled a moan when he went back to her ear. “One more minute, love. I can see you starting to shake. Just a little bit longer. Show me what a good girl you can be. When your time’s up, I want you to stay where you are. Wait for me to tell you to move.”
He watched the clock over his shoulder. As soon as the secondhand snapped to the twelve, he slipped his fingers over her bum and into her pussy. She gasped as he entered her. There was a pocket of juice waiting just at the edge of her opening. He spread it around, getting her clit and folds as slippery as her honey pot. “Time’s up.”
Hermione tried to buck into his hand. It felt as if her head were going to explode. He stayed on her clit, rubbing it back and forth until she moaned.
Snape pulled away and held his hand in front of her lips as he pressed his body to her back. “Lick my fingers clean.” The warm, wet feel of her mouth covered his fingers, and he moaned into her hair. “That’s enough,” he growled. “Turn around and lick my dick. Don’t miss an ah—!”
She was on him before he could finish his sentence, her tongue lapping his weeping knob as if she were scared it was going to disappear if she didn’t do it fast enough. “Fuck, love. That’s it. You can use your hands. Fuck!”
Her hands tugged and stretched him like putty. He couldn’t tell if she was being rougher because she was so turned on or if she was trying to punish him for making her wait.
“Not too rough,” he whispered.
Hermione dug her fingers into his hips and started sucking his dick in earnest. This is mine. Mine mine mine.
“Slow down,” he growled, pulling her head away with both hands. She panted up at him as if she were dying of thirst and he’d just yanked her from the water fountain. “Be good,” he warned. She looked as if she wanted to tackle him.
“Don’t you want me to suck your cock, sir?” she asked, rubbing her face into his hand.
“Yes. But I want you to take your time. Can you do that?” He was seriously asking. She looked slightly crazed.
“It’s my reward, isn’t it?”
His eyes burned into hers. “Yes.”
“I earned it, didn’t I?”
His cock jumped in front of her lips, and she whipped out her tongue, licking the tip as it fell. He growled louder. “Yes.”
“Your cock is dripping for me, sir. You don’t want it to get on the rug, do you?”
That cheeky grin she was giving him made him want to shove his cock down her throat. “What’s gotten into you, love?”
“I want you to come all over me. You want to, don’t you?”
His nostrils flared. “Do you remember what I told you once about being a tease? You'd better mean what you say, little girl.”
She smiled. “I mean it. Come on my tits so I can watch.”
He knew she meant it; it just wasn’t what he had planned for that evening. Have it your way. Pulling her up to stand, he kept hold of her face and gave her a serious look.
“Since when do you tell me what to do?” he growled.
She couldn’t breathe. Her belly was in knots, and her pussy was wetting her thighs. “Please.”
Severus turned her toward the bed and slapped her bum. She yelped, and he squeezed her heated cheek in one hand. “Who’s in control here?”
“You are, sir,” she answered.
“That’s right.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and carried her the last few feet to the bed. She struggled against him in surprise, and when he tossed her face-first onto the edge of the bed, she gasped, looking over her shoulder at him in shock. Severus slapped her other arse cheek. “Open your legs.”
Her bum was burning. She spread her legs, and he yanked her back where he wanted her. One hand guided his cock up to her pussy, and he slid in with one hard thrust. Her jaw dropped open. It bordered on painful. Her brain went into meltdown, and she grabbed hold of the bed so she wouldn’t disintegrate on re-entry.
Snape stood at the foot of the bed, slamming into her over and over. “Is this what you wanted? Because this is what’s going to happen every time you forget who’s in charge here.”
He abruptly pulled out, and gave her four hard swats. Her bum bounced like jelly, and she shouted into the bedspread. His cock sank right back in, pushing past her engorged entrance, fucking her into the mattress. “You'd better not come. Do you understand me? If you come, I’m taking you right back into the other room and paddling your bum until you can’t sit.”
“Yes, sir!” She felt as if she were tied to the train tracks and her orgasm was barreling toward her.
Severus fucked her hard and fast, making sure to hit her g-spot and every other spot that made her scream. Every time he felt her pussy start to clench, he pulled out and smacked her red bottom. “Don’t you dare.”
Hermione was wailing by the third round. Her bum felt like fire, and her pussy was screaming. “Please, sir!”
“No! Don’t you come till I say!”
“Oh God!”
He pulled out and gave her four more smacks. His handprint went white then red on her jiggling cheek. “You wanted me to come on your tits, and that’s what we’re going to do. If you ask me nicely, I’ll end this quickly. Otherwise, I can do this all night. Which do you think will give out first, your bum or your pussy?”
“Oh gods! I’m sorry! Please. I’m going to come. Please!”
“I’m not there yet. And I don’t hear you asking nicely, so you must want me to keep going.”
“Fuck! Please come on my tits. Please, sir! I’m yours.”
His balls were starting to rise. “Whose?”
“Yours! I belong to you. Mark me. I want everyone to know.”
Fuck! Severus pulled out and rolled her over. She looked drunk and dazed as he jerked her closer.
Hermione was falling off the bed and would have gone straight to the floor if Severus hadn’t pinned her with his body. His hand pumped fast over his leaking head, and he dragged the tip across her chest, grunting as he came. Warm cream spattered her breasts, and she watched, breathless, as he coated her in come.
He wiped his knob clean on her stiff nipple then stopped to catch his breath. She looked shell-shocked. When she put one finger to a pearly puddle, he slapped her hand. “Leave it.”
Severus lifted her back onto the bed and stood between her bent legs. Leaning over her, he scooped up a finger full of his seed from her skin and held it to her lips. “I told you I had some cream for you. You'd better lick my finger clean if you know what’s good for you.”
Hermione was completely brainless. She needed to come. Her pussy felt as if it had been drilled by a tree trunk, and his threat did nothing but make her want it again. He was pinning her down, feeding her his cream, and she could only moan for more. The salty taste of his come trailed over her tongue, and she lapped at his finger until it was gone. He repeated the process, slowly cleaning her skin. When he wiped her nipple clean, she moaned louder and sucked his finger as if it was his cock.
He pulled away without a word and walked around the bed. Her eyes followed him the whole way, watching as he settled onto his back and propped a pillow under his head. He beckoned her closer with a curling finger, and Hermione rolled over, crawling up to him.
“Lick my cock clean.”
She nodded and licked the last of his cold come from his slit. He tasted like sex. Pussy and semen. It made her sigh and close her eyes, lapping him slowly to make sure she didn’t irritate his cock.
His hand went to her hair, and he stroked her head. “That’s how it’s done. When I ask you to lick me, this is how I want you to do it. I hope we don’t have to review this lesson every time I make that request.”
Hermione mumbled, “No, sir,” into his balls and licked her juice from his sac.
“That’s what I thought. Now, if you’re going to keep being a good girl, I’ll let you come.”
Her eyes brightened, and she kissed his thigh. “You’re in charge.”
Severus smiled. “Yes. Now, roll over and spread your legs for me.”
He rolled on top of her and held her face still as he stared into her eyes. “We could have done this ages ago if you hadn’t gotten so cheeky. There comes a point where being a tease is form of control. You cannot control me with pleasure.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He gave her a slightly disappointed look and started to kiss her neck. Hermione groaned, turning her head to give him more room. She didn’t want him to be upset with her, but she didn’t want him to stop kissing her like that either.
Severus worked his way down her body, kissing and sucking her nipples as he passed them. She was writhing under him, whimpering and biting her lip as he went lower. When his tongue parted her folds, she moaned and covered her face with her arm. He could still taste the ginger on her clit. She came undone in minutes, twitching against his tongue and shuddering. He licked her clean and went back up to her lips, kissing her slowly, letting her taste herself. Her tongue was hesitant, as if she were worried he’d get angry if she got too frisky.
He pulled back with a smile. “So, are we done playing ‘pretend punishment,' or do you need to come again?”
She looked back at him, confusion written all over her face. “I thought we finished that an hour ago.”
He raised one sharp eyebrow. I know.
“Wait. That was all an act? You weren’t really cross with me?”
His lips curled into an evil grin. “For sucking my cock and telling me to come on you?”
Her jaw dropped in shock. “Severus! I thought you were really angry. I almost cried.”
“I would have stopped if you had started crying,” he said, kissing her softly. “I just wanted to push you a little.”
“Push me a little,” she repeated in disbelief. “You almost fucked me through the mattress.”
He grinned. “That was good, wasn’t it?”
A smile slowly pulled at her lips. “It would have been if you had let me come.”
“What kind of punishment would that be?” he asked in mock seriousness. “Besides, you were creaming yourself the rougher I got.”
“I was scared!”
He laughed. “If that’s how you react to fear then no wonder you survived the war. I’m surprised anyone could get close enough to attack you without slipping in your juice.”
“Severus! That’s not the same and you know it.”
“So only when you’re under threat of paddle?”
She pinched his nipple with an embarrassed smile. “Shut up, you.”
He pinned down her hand and gave her a warning look. “No physical retaliation.”
Hermione sighed and nodded. “I’ll be good.”
Snape smirked and kissed her again. “Yes, I think you just proved that. Let’s go take a bath, love. You smell like a whore house.”
Hermione grinned. “I wonder why.”
Snape shook his head as if he didn’t know. “You’re the one who begged for it.”
“I want everyone to know I’m taken.”
“Well, I think you’re safe. No one will want to get within five feet of you.”
Hermione flicked him in the shoulder and gave him an angry look.
He shook his head and pinned her other arm. “A spanking it is then. I would have thought your bum was sore enough by now.”
“That didn’t hurt you,” she protested.
“It’s the intent behind it that’s getting you in trouble. Go bend over the tub, and I’ll come in and deal with you in a second. I was serious about that bath.”
“Do I really smell that bad?” she asked, trying to sniff herself.
He laughed and rolled out of bed, heading toward the door. “Yes. And your pussy tastes as though you’ve been having an affair with the gingerbread man. Let’s go.”
“Hey!” she growled going after him. That was your doing. When she caught up to him, she slipped her hand into his, and he smirked down at her. She smirked back and sighed. “What can I say? He pays me in chocolate buttons and makes me scream for more.”
Severus snorted and pulled her into the bathroom. “Bend over." He nodded toward the tub. “After I bake your backside, you can show me how you frost his face.”
Hermione smiled and grabbed hold of the cold cast iron. Yes, sir.
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