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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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28 - Is That the Secret Handshake?
Severus—
Don’t buy Granger anything for Thursday. I’m in Milan with Mother, and I found the perfect thing. You can thank me later.
—Draco
P.S. Don’t tell her. I want to surprise her.
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Severus heard the knock at the door. Draco was early. Good, maybe it’ll distract her. I’m running out of ideas. The blond stood on the dingy stoop, looking very cool and bored, a large graphite-colored rectangular box under one arm.
“I know I’m early, but it’s going to take me a while to make Granger presentable,” Draco said in greeting.
“Keep your voice down. And don’t say that. She’s more presentable than you with her hair sticking straight up.”
Draco grinned. “Well, something’s gotten your knickers in twist. What’s wrong?”
“Hermione is somewhere between abject terror and orgasm. I won’t let her come until tonight, so I’ve been talking her off the ledge all day.”
Draco smiled wider and held up the box. “This should keep her occupied. Where is she?”
Severus gave him a small, evil grin. “Upstairs in the bathroom. You should go tell her you’re here and that you’ve brought her something to wear. I haven’t spoiled the surprise.”
Draco nodded and jogged up the stairs. He left the box on Snape’s bed and went across the hall to the bathroom. Expecting to find her in the tub, he bit back a laugh when he found her kneeling on the bathmat, stark naked, with her arse in the air and a nozzle up her bum, the red bag floating next to her. So this is how Snape’s distracting her. “Getting pretty for the party, Granger?”
Hermione hid her face in her elbow. She’d heard Draco’s footsteps on the stairs, so his arrival wasn’t a total shock; but she was still embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position. “Ha ha.”
Draco tapped the bag. “How much of this have you taken? Half?”
“I don’t know.”
He crouched down next to her head. “When are you going to be done?”
“He said he’s going to make me hold it for twenty minutes if I don’t stop talking about how nervous I am.”
Draco laughed. “I brought you something.”
Hermione turned her head and peeked around her arm. “You did?”
“Yeah, it’s in your bedroom. I came early to help you get ready.”
“We have hours to go, Draco.”
“You don’t want anyone to recognize you, do you?”
“No.”
“Then we have to do something with your hair. That’s going to take at least an hour. Have you got any Sleekeazy’s?”
“No.”
“How about hairpins?”
“No. What did you have in mind?”
He rubbed his bottom lip. “I think we should straighten your hair and then pull it back in a twist. It’ll look classy and keep it out of the way. The straightness and the hidden length will throw people off. Your hair’s kind of iconic by now.”
Hermione thought that sounded pretty clever. “Okay. I hope you know how to do all that.”
Draco shrugged. “I’ve seen mother do it a thousand times.”
“So what did you bring me? Hairpins?”
“No, I’ll have to go buy some when I get the potion. You be good and finish up with Snape. I’ll be back before you’re done.”
“Okay,” she said as he rose to go.
“Don’t open that box on your bed without me,” he said at the door.
“Okay.”
Snape was waiting in the hall. “What did you buy?”
“You’ll have to wait and see the finished product. I’m going to London. I’ll be back soon.”
Snape nodded.
“By the way,” Draco said, turning at the top of the stairs, “you’ve got to take a picture of that and send it out as a Christmas card.”
Snape smirked as Draco bounded back down the stairs and out the front door. Wandering into the bathroom, he leaned against the sink and watched her shining folds. “Have you calmed down yet?”
“No, sir.”
He rubbed the smile off his lips. “I’m guessing in about five minutes you will.”
“Why, what’s going to happen in five minutes? Are you going to fuck me?” she asked hopefully.
“Not until later. I think the Tranquility Draught will have absorbed into your system by then.”
“You gave me a Tranquility Draught? When?”
“It’s dripping into you right now.”
“Severus! You dosed me without asking!”
“I couldn’t take it anymore, pet. You were worrying yourself sick.”
“You could have just had me drink it,” she huffed.
“But this is so much more entertaining.”
Hermione smiled and shook her head. “I would have calmed down just from this alone.”
“No, you were beyond that. I wanted to spank you but thought we should save it for tonight.”
Hermione didn’t say anything for a couple minutes.
“Severus?” she finally whispered.
She must have said “Severus?” in that same tone about a thousand times that day. He took a deep breath and sighed out his annoyance. “What, pet?”
“I’m scared.”
He rubbed his temples. I’m going to need a Headache Reliever soon. “I know, love. That’s why I gave you the Tranquility Draught.”
“Severus?”
“What?” he growled.
“I love you.”
Blast! I’m sorry. Stop being such a surly wanker, Severus. “I know, love. You’ll feel better soon.” His lip twitched. “And then Draco will come back and you can play beauty salon.”
Hermione snorted. “Will you rub my belly?”
“Yes.”
“And my bum?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“And my pussy?”
Snickering, he shook his head. “No, but I will later.” He crouched down and rubbed her belly. When she relaxed, he switched to her bum. “The water’s almost empty, love. I want you to hold it in for at least ten minutes.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
His rhythmic petting settled her stomach, and Hermione wiggled into his touch. Her bowels felt as if they were going to pop. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down.
He pulled the nozzle from her puckered hole and patted her bum. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Be my good girl and stay still and quiet. Keep your breathing nice and slow. You can rub your belly if you have to, but I’m smelling your fingers when I get back; and they'd better not smell like pussy.”
She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Snape went downstairs and found a Tension Reliever potion still left over from the previous summer. He downed the whole bottle and sat at the table to wait for his head to stop throbbing. It would be best to be at the top of his game; he didn’t want his short fuse to mar the night for her. He watched the clock as his muscles slowly released and turned to jelly; then he cracked his neck and got a glass of water. When Draco came back, Snape would leave them to whatever the hell it was they were going to do while he went and took a shower and got dressed. I hope that Tranquility Draught has taken effect by now.
When he entered the bathroom again, he found her in exactly the same position he’d left her: her right arm slightly askew above her head, and the other hand resting on her neck.
“How’re you feeling, love?”
“Severus?”
Oh sweet, Circe!
“I love you.”
She sounded stoned. Kneeling down, Snape ran his hand along her arched back. “How are you feeling, love?”
Hermione turned her head and smiled when she saw him. “Severus!”
Smirking at her delighted expression, he brushed her hair off her face. “Can you stand?”
“Mmm,” she said, giggling softly. “Dunno.”
“Would you like to let out that water?”
“Yes.”
“Come on, I’ll help you.”
Very slowly, he got her to kneel and then stand. Her balance seemed questionable, so he held her shoulders to keep her steady. She stared down at her bloated belly as if it were the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. Her hands felt the swelling with a testing pat.
“My insides exploded,” she observed then made an explosion sound effect and spread her fingers wide.
He smirked. “No, pet, you’re fine. Sit down and let that out. I think the draught is working now.”
Plunking her down on the toilet, he held back a laugh as she immediately let it out without looking embarrassed for once. Apparently all he had to do was pump her full of tranquilizers to get her over her face-hiding habit. While she “exploded” he cleaned up the rest of the bathroom. She stared blankly at the wall as if she could see something he couldn’t.
After she’d sat there seemingly empty for a few minutes without moving, he went to her and held her face in his hands. “Is all the water out?”
“Oh . . . yes. I think I should mention that the room is spinning. A lot.”
He smirked and gave her a nod. “It’ll pass. You’ll be back to normal in a little while.”
She nodded and looked around for the toilet paper. He let her finish, and as he was helping her stand, they heard the front door open then Draco calling out, “I’m baaaack.”
Hermione grinned at Snape. “Draco’s home,” she said then giggled madly.
Snape shook his head and led her to the bedroom as Malfoy came up the stairs with a small paper bag. The blond took one look at Hermione and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s with her?”
“I gave her a Tranquility Draught; she’s still adjusting.” Snape guided Hermione to the bed. “Maybe you should lie down until the room stops spinning.”
Hermione climbed up and curled into a ball like a cat, her head at the foot of the bed next to Draco’s box. She patted it and looked at Draco. “What’s this?”
“It’s a present for you,” Draco answered.
“Can I open it?”
“Not yet. Wait until we finish your hair.”
Hermione brushed her finger over the lettering on the box. It flashed from one word to the next in a never-ending cycle. Milan . . . Paris . . . Tokyo.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Snape told them. “Keep an eye on her while I’m gone.”
Draco smirked. “I better go get the chair from the other room. I can’t do her hair with her rolling around like that.”
He dumped the contents of the bag on the bed, and Hermione smiled and prodded the jar of Sleakeazy’s.
“Wait!” she gasped just as Severus and Draco made it to the door. They both turned, looking concerned. She stared down at her chest then poked the top of one breast as if testing to see if it were done. “I am naked.”
Draco grinned. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Snape watched her poke at her other breast and wiped one hand over his face. “Do you want to put on some clothes?”
“Don’t put on anything that you have pull over your head,” Draco said. “It’ll mess up your hair later.”
Hermione looked at Snape. “I only have T-shirts here. Can I wear one of your shirts?”
He nodded. “You may.”
She studied him for a second. “Could I have the one you’re wearing now? You’re taking it off, aren’t you?”
Snape raised an eyebrow. “I suppose.”
While Snape went back to the bed and started to unbutton his shirt, Draco went to the extra bedroom and got the chair they kept in there. When he got back, Hermione was sitting up and watching Snape as if he were the night’s entertainment. Draco smirked to himself and sat in the chair, waiting for her to stop ogling the Potions master.
Severus handed his shirt over to Hermione, and she smiled happily and slipped it on. It was far too big for her, and he looked on in amusement as she pulled it around herself as if she were trying on a fur coat. The sleeves were completely covering her hands, so he took her arm and rolled them up for her.
“Thank you,” she said, sniffing the collar. “Mmm . . . Snape-y.”
Severus kissed her cheek and went to the wardrobe to get the clothes he was wearing that night. “If you’re feeling better, go sit in the chair so Draco can help you. Be good, all right?”
Hermione nodded and slid off the bed, twisting and turning in front of Draco as though she were showing off a new dress. “Think I should wear this tonight?”
Draco shook his head and smiled. “No.” Snape closed the door behind him, and Draco corralled her into the chair. “I brought you something to wear.”
“You did?” She glanced at the box. “It’s not made of rubber or anything, is it?”
He smirked. “No. Sit still. I’ll start on your hair.”
She pulled up her feet and watched Draco unscrew the jar as he read the directions on the side.
“Apply potion to entire scalp and wait until hair relaxes then brush through. May require additional applications,” he read. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes.”
“How many times did you have to put it on?”
“Three.”
“Okay, let’s get started.”
He stood behind her and rubbed some of the potion onto his hands then carded his fingers through her hair, massaging it into her scalp. “How long do we have to wait once it’s on?”
She shrugged. “A few minutes.”
“So,” he said conversationally, “what have you been doing today?”
She covered her giggle with one hand. “Mostly getting in Snape’s hair. I feel bad. I can’t stop talking.”
“Then you'd better make it up to him tonight,” Draco said, scooping out more potion. “You’re going to be the sexiest witch there when I’m through with you.”
“Thank you, Draco,” she said in a quiet voice. “I’m so nervous.”
“Snape’s not going to let anything happen to you.”
“I know. But I’m still nervous. What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong?”
“You won’t. You’re too careful.”
“What if he asks me to do something and I’m too scared to do it?”
“I don’t think he’s going to your first time out.”
“What are you going to do?”
He shrugged. “Look around. See if there’s anyone worth shagging.”
“Are you going to spank anybody?”
Draco laughed. “If the situation arrises.”
“How’s your bum doing?”
“Better than it was. I need to talk to you about that. Are you lucid enough to remember what I’m saying?” Her dopey nod didn’t reassure him.
“I’ll remember."
“Snape’s going to ask you to look at it later and give your opinion on whether or not I can heal it before we go. I need you to persuade him to heal it. I don’t want to go out with faded cane lines on my arse.”
Hermione grinned. “I have faded cane lines on my bum. I fancy them.”
Draco smirked. “I got that impression. And they suit you, but that’s not the look I’m going for.”
Hermione glanced over her shoulder, taking in his clothes and hair. “You look pretty tonight.” The shirt was clearly custom. It fit him like a glove. As did the black trousers.
He laughed. “Thank you, Granger; but I was going for tailored and handsome over pretty.”
“Yes,” she said, facing forward again. “You are. Is that new?”
“MmHmm. Got it in Milan yesterday. Now, do we have a deal? You’ll tell Snape to heal me, right?”
She nodded. “Heal Draco. Got it.”
Her hair was already starting to go straight in some places. “You do own a brush, don’t you?"
Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. “Yes, Draco. It’s in that little bag by the wardrobe.”
Draco dug around in the bag, getting slightly lost in its depths before he found her brush. The first pass didn’t go well; her head pulled back with the tangle, and she covered her hair with both hands.
“Ow! Stop. You have to start from the bottom and work your way up.”
He pulled the brush out with a muttered “sorry” and started down at the ends. Her hair was looking more like straw than hair, but he hoped a couple more applications would resolve that.
“Everything all right in there?” Snape called from the hall.
“Yes,” Draco answered. “Just hit a snarl. Don’t come in. I don’t want you to see her till we’re done.”
“Are you really all right, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, Severus. I’m fine.”
“I’ll be downstairs when you’re finished.”
“Okay.”
Hermione tipped back her head to grin at Draco. “He’s worried about me."
Draco smirked down at her. “You’re a troubling girl.”
Hermione sat quietly while Draco worked. It took another two applications of Sleekeazy’s, but then her hair was smooth as glass. Malfoy walked around her, studying her from every angle. He went back, pulling and twisting her hair, then he made her hold the pins for him as he jabbed them into place. After he’d used about a thousand pins, he walked around her again, nodding slowly. “Yes. Good. I want to see it with the mask. Go open your present.”
When Hermione lifted the lid, she found shiny silver tissue paper obscuring what was inside. Folding it back, her eyes went wide. On top lay a black, incredibly expensive-looking basque. Gold and silver crystals dotted the bodice like stars in the night sky. She ran one finger over it in wonder. “This is beautiful, Draco. But . . . it’s too expensive. I can’t accept this.”
“You have to. You have nothing else to wear, and I know you don’t want to go naked. Besides, it’s my money, and I’ll do as I please with it. There’s more; keep going.”
Hermione lifted the basque and held it in front of herself to guess how it would look. She set it on the bed and removed the next layer of tissue paper, uncovering a pair of black knickers with ruffles on the back. She grinned. “I love them.”
“I thought you might.”
A pair of thigh-high stockings were next to them, and she ran her finger over one. They were silk.
“The basque has places where you can attach suspenders, but I thought you might want to be able to take your knickers on and off without taking off the stockings; so I got you charmed ones that stay up on their own. But the suspenders are in there if either of you are into that.”
She didn’t know what to say. Forgoing words, she wrapped him in a bear-hug that almost knocked him down.
Draco grabbed hold of the bedpost to steady himself then put one arm around her. “Bloody hell, Granger. Don’t give me any more bruises before we leave.”
Hermione smiled and pulled away. “This is perfect.”
“I got you shoes too,” he said, waving her off. “Didn’t know your size, so they’re charmed to adjust when you put them on. Keep going. There’s one more thing.”
She uncovered the shoes, stroking the velvety material, then she spotted something else wrapped in tissue paper. Unfolding it, she found a Venetian half-mask that was almost completely covered in the same gold and silver crystals as the basque. The black background showed through in delicate curlicues where the crystals didn’t cover.
“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered. No one would recognize her with her hair different and the mask covering half her face.
“It’s also charmed. It stays on with a spell, Apporre, and only you can take it off.”
“Brilliant,” she whispered.
“Yes. I am.”
She smiled and got out of Snape’s shirt as fast as she could. “I want to see how it looks.”
He smiled and sat in the chair, watching as she pulled on the knickers over her partially-healed bum then tried to look over her shoulder at the ruffled back. The stockings came next, and he told her the incantation to lock them in place. When she stepped into the shoes, they came to life and moulded around her feet. Draco came over and helped her with the basque. It was very low-cut but covered her nipples and squished up her breasts in an appealing way.
“May I?” Draco asked, indicating her chest.
Hermione nodded, and he shoved his hand down the top and readjusted both breasts so she had more cleavage.
He walked around her again and nodded. “Put on the mask.”
She held it up and whispered, “Apporre.” The mask sealed around the upper half of her face.
Draco smiled. “Excellent.” Looking around, he rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t Snape have a mirror in here?”
“No. There’s one in the bathroom.”
“All right, go look.”
Hermione clicked across the hall and closed the door to access the tarnished mirror on its reverse. She didn’t recognize herself. Very sexy. It was easily the most flattering thing she’d ever had on. Turning around, she inspected her bum and ran her hand over the ruffles.
Draco had an expectant look on his face when she came back into the hallway. “Ready to show Snape?”
Smiling, she nodded. Going down the stairs was tricky in heels; she held the handrail in a death grip.
Draco strolled out and found the older man sitting at the kitchen table reading the Daily Prophet. “Please try to keep your jaw off the floor."
Severus did indeed have to fight the drop of his jaw when he saw her. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.
“So?” she asked. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to bend you over the table and fuck you right now,” he answered. “You’re stunning, pet.”
Hermione smiled and blushed as he got up and slowly walked around to inspect her from every angle. His fingers trailed over her bare shoulders as he circled behind her, teasing the tiny tendril of hair at the nape of her neck.
“No one will ever recognize you. Hell, I barely recognize you. How do you feel?”
She shrugged. “Pretty.”
Snape laughed. “No, I mean, are you still dizzy?”
“Oh.” She grinned. “No, I’m fine.”
He came around and tipped up her face. “I’m glad you feel pretty. I want this to be fun for you.”
Draco cleared his throat loudly, and Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re welcome,” Malfoy said petulantly.
Snape rolled his eyes. “Yes, Draco. Thank you very much. Your talents have been noted. Sit down. We need to talk before we leave.”
Draco sat at the table, and Hermione sat on Snape’s lap, putting one arm around his shoulders. She combed her fingers through his freshly washed hair and smirked. It’ll be greasy again in two hours.
“I’ll introduce you when we get there, Draco. I suggest you walk around and watch before approaching anyone. If the witch, or wizard, is wearing a collar, they are taken. Do NOT talk to them. If you are spoken to first, that’s fine. Please do not act like a bloody buffoon. Don’t play any games. Just be honest. If there is someone you are attracted to, just tell them so and ask them what they’re into. Be honest. I know that goes against everything you’ve been taught, but people go there to play and fuck. You don’t have to woo anyone. If you don’t understand something, ask. There is no room for misunderstanding at Eros. No one will think any less of you if you ask.”
Draco nodded. “All right.”
“If you do find someone to spank or fuck, or whatever the hell it is you want to do, find out their safe word before you do anything. If they say it, stop what you are doing immediately. I don’t care if you’re bollocks-deep in a witch’s arse and two seconds from coming. If someone uses their safe word, you stop. If you don’t have the control to do that, don’t go. Failure to acknowledge a safe word will get you banned.”
Draco nodded again. “I understand. What’s Granger’s safe word?” he asked with a smirk.
“We’ve never discussed it, but it’s stop. She’s only ever said it once. But legilimency allows me to glimpse both her current thoughts and emotions, so I never have to guess what she really wants. You don’t have that advantage. Communication is key if you want to please and be pleased at Eros. In regard to Miss Granger, do NOT call her by name: first, middle or last. No one is to discover her true identity.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I know that."
“Don’t slip up.”
“I won’t.”
“Good. Miss Granger, you will be collared, and I expect you to do as we practiced with all dominants we encounter. However, with me, you may say anything you wish as long as you aren’t being disobedient. You don’t have to stay quiet with me, and I would be disappointed if you did.”
Hermione smiled at him and nodded. “Will you put on my collar now?”
Smirking at her enthusiasm, Snape nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out her collar and plug. He held the leather to her bare throat, and the snakes slithered and twined around each other, locking it in place.
“You look lovely, pet,” he whispered with a soft kiss. “Are you ready to do whatever I ask tonight?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Make me proud.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Vi will be there tonight. I want you to ask her whatever you like. She’s not shy; she’ll talk about anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. You want to wear your plug tonight, don't you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Bend over the table. I’ve got the lube right here.”
She got into place then felt the cold gel on her hole and arched her back for more.
“Are you ready to go?” Snape asked Draco as he eased in her plug.
“No. You said Granger could decide about my arse before we went.”
Severus nodded. “Very well. Show her.”
“Right here?”
“Yes.”
Draco sighed dramatically and stood, yanking open his belt and trousers.
Hermione grinned and held back a laugh as he turned around and pulled his trousers below his bum. His cheeks were looking better, but the marks were still noticeable. He was so pale, the contrast made it look even worse.
“Well?” Draco asked. “Can I heal it?”
Severus looked at her. “It’s up to you, love.”
She nodded. “I think you should heal him, sir.”
“Very well. Upstairs, top drawer in the bathroom, blue salve. Go ahead. It’ll be healed in fifteen minutes or so.”
Draco pulled up his trousers without a word and headed toward the stairs.
Hermione sat in Severus’s lap and stroked the side of his cheek. “You look nice tonight, sir.”
Severus raised an eyebrow. “Thank you, pet. But I’m afraid I’m an unworthy match to such beauty.”
She blushed. “That’s very sweet, sir. May I kiss you?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
Her lips kissed a trail down his cheek until she reached his mouth; he felt her tongue on his lower lip, and she latched on. His cock twitched at the nip and suck. She didn’t stop until Draco came back and muttered, “Bloody hell, we haven’t even gotten out the front door yet.”
Snape put his thumb to her chin and eased her back. “That’s enough, pet. Draco’s right, we should go.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
- - - - - - - - - -
They took the Floo, each of them calling out “Eros” as they stepped over the hearth. Hermione was relieved that she wouldn’t have to walk through the streets dressed as she was. They came out in a small, dark paneled foyer where a burly and serious-looking black wizard was guarding the only door forward.
The muscled wizard did a double take and smirked. “Well, the prodigal son returns. How the hell have you been?”
Snape shrugged. “You read the papers. It good to see you, Calvin. This is my new submissive, and this,” he said, indicating Draco, "is Draco Malfoy.”
Calvin studied Draco with an appraising gaze then looked back at Snape. “Is he here with you?”
“I told him I’d introduce him around.”
Calvin just nodded and opened the door for them. “Have fun. Tell Benedict you’re here. He’ll be glad to see you.”
“I’ll find him now and introduce Draco.” Snape guided Hermione through the door.
They walked into an open, grand entryway. Hermione stared in awe at the curving staircase and white marble floors. The walls were stark white, but the the trim and sweeping banister were painted black, which brought out the flecks in the marble. There were a couple of delicate cherry tables and an enormous gold-framed modern painting on one wall. Hermione felt as though she were in a museum.
Severus smiled and took her hand, leading her through the door to the left. They entered a large yellow room that was richly furnished and far more inviting than the icy entryway they’d just left. There were about fifteen or twenty people sitting or milling about. Hermione relaxed a little about her appearance. Every witch there was wearing some kind of lingerie . . . or less. Three were totally naked. Half the people, male and female, were wearing masks. A well-built man with dark curly hair noticed their arrival and headed toward them with a smile. Hermione thought he looked like a grown-up Botticelli angel.
“Severus!” the man said with a kind smile. “I don’t believe my eyes.”
Snape smiled back. "Benedict."
Hermione had never seen him smile at anyone besides her; she stared openly in shock.
They shook hands warmly, and Benedict clapped him on the shoulder. “My God, I can’t believe you’re here. It’s been almost ten years.” The man smiled at Hermione. “And who’s this?”
Severus took her hand again and pulled her closer. “My new pet. And by new, I mean she’s never been out before.”
“How do you do, my dear?” Benedict said, holding out his hand to her.
Hermione looked at Severus, and he nodded at her.
“It’s all right, pet. Benedict is safe. This is his house.”
Hermione gave the man her hand, and he brought it to his lips, softly kissing the backs of her fingers. She blushed, and he let go with a warm chuckle.
“Charming. If you need anything while you’re here, just ask for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Benedict laughed again and turned to Draco. “And this young man could only be a Malfoy. Is he with you too?”
“Not in a sexual way,” Snape answered. “I told him I’d bring him along and introduce him. Draco this is Benedict. Benedict, Draco.”
Benedict shook Draco’s hand and studied his face. “Merlin’s beard, you look just like your father.”
“Don’t worry, he’s not,” Snape returned.
Benedict smirked at Snape. “No, there can only be one Lucius.”
Hermione thought she heard an implied “and thank God for that” behind his words.
“You are most welcome here, Draco. Has Severus explained the rules to you?”
Draco nodded. “Collared witches are off limits, and stop immediately if she says her safe word.”
Benedict smiled. “That pretty well sums it up. I’m not busy. I’ll show you around myself . . . unless you'd prefer to tagalong with Severus.”
Draco looked at Snape. “I’ll find you two later. Have fun,” he said to Hermione, waggling his eyebrows.
Hermione was too distracted by the woman leading a man on a leash to answer.
Draco went off with Benedict back the way they’d come, and Snape took her out the other door. They were in a small hallway that ended in stairs that descended in a curve to a lower level. Severus pressed her against the wall and smirked down at her.
“How are you doing, love?”
“Fine, sir.”
“Good. Let’s go downstairs and see how wet we can get those new knickers.”
Hermione smiled at him. “Yes, sir.”
He kissed her hard and fast then led her downstairs. They came out in a huge sprawling room with multiple doors leading from it. Numerous sofas and chairs filled the space. But Hermione was too busy watching the people to notice her surroundings. There were couples all over each other and some in groups. Straight ahead, a woman was on her knees, sucking a long-haired wizard. There was a small group near them, and from what Hermione could see, a man was letting the observers finger and pinch the girl on his lap.
She realized that directly to her right, in an expensive leather armchair, a very naked witch was riding a man while sucking another man’s cock. Hermione scooted to her left, feeling she was horning in on their space. She couldn’t tear her eyes from them. Is that what I looked like with Severus and Draco the other night? It seemed rude to just stare, so she turned her face into Snape’s arm and hoped he would move them a little further away. She was practically in the action with them.
Severus snickered. “They want you to watch, love, or else they wouldn’t be here.”
The man in the chair peered up at them. “Snape?”
Severus looked down. “Rolph. Good to see you.”
Rolph looked a little older than Severus but seemed in good shape. He hasn’t even broken a sweat, Hermione thought. Although maybe that’s because he’s being sat on. Rolph was totally clothed (in contrast to the naked witch in his lap). The other man looked much younger and was shirtless, wearing black leather trousers. Hermione wondered if they made his cock taste like rawhide.
Rolph grabbed his witch’s hair and pulled her face off the other man. “Patricia, say hello to my old friend Severus.”
The breathless witch looked dazed, her lips swollen and wet. “Hello, sir. May I please suck your cock?”
Snape shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Rolph let go of her hair, and she went back to the cock in front of her. “She has to ask every man who stops to watch. She’s lucky it’s a slow night.”
Hermione felt sorry for the witch. Sucking cock wasn’t an easy job; her lips were usually raw just from doing Snape. She couldn’t imagine having to do it over and over . . . and to strangers. Clinging to Snape, Hermione wondered if it was a punishment or if the witch fancied sucking off random wizards.
“Have you collared someone, Severus?” Rolph asked, staring at Hermione’s neck.
“Yes. This is my new pet. Say hello to Rolph, pet.”
“Hello, sir.”
Snape squeezed her hand.
Rolph nodded and smiled. “How did a bastard like you get a witch like that?”
“I gave her a spanking she couldn’t forget.”
Rolph seemed to think that was a joke, because he laughed loudly and waved as Snape pulled her away. “Lucky son of a bitch.”
Severus led her to the first door on the right, and she found herself in what appeared to be a music room. There was a grand piano angled in one corner and framed sheet music on the walls. Far more interesting was the naked witch bent over a man’s lap to her immediate right. The witch’s bum was beet red, and Hermione wondered how long the man had been spanking her to make it such a color. He was smacking her hard and fast, but the witch was totally still and silent. Hermione knew she’d be bawling if Snape hit her like that. There was a small cluster of people surrounding the scene; Severus led her closer and pulled her to stand in front of him. His hands went around her waist, holding her tightly to him as they watched.
The witch’s bum was starting to go purple; Hermione cringed. The man stopped and shook out his hand then tilted his head to either side, cracking his neck.
“Please, sir, may I have more,” the witch begged.
The man sighed and started spanking her again. Severus leaned down to Hermione’s ear. “I know her. She can orgasm from the spanking alone, and she’ll keep begging for more until she comes.”
“I don’t think that man is going to last much longer, sir,” she whispered back.
Snape smirked. “Then she’ll go find another one.”
Hermione watched in fascination as the spanking went on and on. The man stopped after another five minutes and rubbed his shoulder.
“Please, sir, may I have more?”
“Dammit, witch! Give me a minute.”
Severus took her hand and pulled her toward the back corner. An older man, with silver threading through his temples, was slowly spanking a witch dressed as a schoolgirl. She had dark brunette hair in bunches, her face hidden by them. The man would give her a few smacks then rub her pussy, whispering to her as he did so. Snape pulled Hermione further to the left of the gathering and stood her where she had a prime view of the girl’s bum. Her legs were spread, so Hermione could clearly see her pussy. When the spanking paused again, the man used both hands to open her wide. There was a liquid shine of white cream gleaming in the girl’s folds. His fingers penetrated the slick pussy, and the witch arched her back for more.
Snape’s lips went to Hermione’s ear again. “Look how wet she’s getting. She’s just like you, pet.”
Hermione nodded but couldn’t take her eyes off the sight. She’d never seen another witch’s spread sex, and she was quite interested. The other girl had much bigger inner lips than her own; it reminded Hermione of the irises in their garden at home.
Snape smirked at her unblinking expression. “What do you think? Doesn’t she look nice and juicy?”
Hermione nodded. “It’s pretty, sir.”
Snape grinned. “Would you like to get a closer look? I know that wizard. He wouldn’t mind.”
“How much closer, sir?”
“Do you want to look, or do you want to touch?”
“Um . . . just look for now, sir.”
He nodded and walked her forward a few steps. They were only a few feet away, and the man glanced up, smiling in recognition at Severus. Snape gestured that they were just looking, and the older man nodded that it was fine.
Severus took Hermione a step closer and stood behind her with one arm draped around her shoulders. Hermione gripped that arm with both hands as the spanking started again. She tried not to look at the other people gathered around. With her and Snape standing so close, they’d become just as visible. It’s okay. No one knows it’s me. I’m just some faceless witch in the crowd . . . who really fancies a closeup view of a spanking.
Snape rested his other hand on her bum and felt her shiver. He pulled her closer, rubbing her cheeks. When the other man touched the girl’s pussy, Snape slid his fingers to Hermione's gusset. She panted as the girl was spread open again. Now that they were so close, they could hear what he was whispering.
“You’re soaked, you naughty girl. The whole room can see your wet pussy, and they know what you want next. You’re not getting it until your bottom is good and red. What do you say?”
Hermione barely heard the whispered, “Please punish me, sir.”
The spanking started again, and Hermione jumped as it was suddenly much harder. The girl started crying, and Hermione bit her lip, feeling bad for her. The man continued for at least twenty more hard swats, and when he stopped again, his fingers went right to her clit, rubbing in small circles. There was a muffled moan from the girl, and Hermione guessed she had her mouth sealed tightly to stay quiet. The man used his left hand to give her four more hard slaps while his right continued to massage her clit. Her right leg shook a few times as she moaned louder, jerking a little. Hermione wasn’t totally sure the witch was coming until she slumped down afterward, and it was obviously over.
Snape whispered to her. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let's move on. There’s much more to see.”
“Yes, sir.”
He led her back out to the main room, and they headed toward the next closest room to the right. There were two wizards, maybe in their early twenties, snogging on a love seat along the wall as they passed through the main hall. Hermione watched with wide eyes. They looked as if they were going to tear each other apart. The boy with his back pressed to one arm reminded her of Harry with his black hair sticking up in all directions, but this boy was taller and thinner. The other wizard had floppy, sandy-blond hair and was a little more muscled than his partner.
Snape saw the way she gaped at them. Stopping, he turned her to face them. “Would you like to watch?”
The two wizards didn’t even seem to notice they were being observed, and she felt as if she were invading their privacy. Snape backed up and leaned against the arm of the nearest couch, pulling back her bum to rest on his crotch. She could feel him hard between her cheeks and ground into him. His hand came around and eased into her knickers, his middle finger slipping over her clit.
The sandy-haired boy reached down and palmed the bulge in the other’s jeans, and the black-haired boy hissed as he opened his own fly. Hermione looked on in surprise as the blond one shoved the material aside and squeezed the other boy’s cock as though he were going to jerk it clean off. Sandy Hair pulled his face away and panted, “You like that? Are you going to come?”
The black-haired boy groaned and tore open his friend’s fly. Sandy Hair pushed away from the love seat and growled, “Turn over. Now!”
Hermione didn’t think she could blink if she tried. The black-haired boy put one knee on the sofa and one foot on the floor and leaned over the arm. Sandy Hair pushed his own trousers below his hips then yanked down the other one’s trousers so hard Hermione thought they would rip. After spitting in his hand, Sandy Hair pumped his cock a couple times then spit in his hand again and spread it on the other boy’s hole. Hermione winced and backed into Severus as the sandy-haired boy entered the other with a loud grunt. Ow. Bloody hell. That cannot feel good.
The black-haired boy gritted his teeth and hissed, but she saw him furiously pumping his own cock. The sandy-haired boy leaned down and bit the back of his shoulder then looked over and saw them watching.
“We’ve got an audience. I think she likes your cock, Vincent."
Vincent glanced over, looking dazed, and scanned Hermione up and down . . . or maybe he was checking out Snape. She couldn’t tell. He let out a growly moan and came all over the arm of the love seat. The other one thrust about five more times and came too, baring his teeth as he jerked against Vincent.
Snape pulled his hand off her clit and rubbed over the front of her knickers so her juices seeped into the material. “You certainly liked that. Let’s see what else you like.”
Her clit was throbbing as he guided her away, leaving the two boys panting on the love seat behind her.
They entered another large room, and Hermione couldn’t decide where to look. To her right was a woman paddling a man, who was bent over a chair, his trousers round his ankles. In the back right corner, a man was caning a much younger man (who was naked and very hard). Right in front of her was a larger group of people watching something she couldn’t see yet.
Snape led her slowly past the first two then to the edge of the large group. Pulling her in front of him so she could see, Severus smirked when she went still.
A man was using a riding crop on a pretty brunette witch, who was on her knees with her bum in the air. Once again, Hermione was at a loss of where to look. The crop was snapping at her cheeks and pussy. Spread out before the brunette was a honey-blonde witch, and the brunette had her face buried in the other girl’s snatch. The blonde was whimpering and undulating on the carpet, and judging by her face, she was ready to climax.
The man with the crop said loudly, “You'd better not be coming, Marta! I’ll thrash you within an inch of your life if you let me down again.”
“Which one’s Marta?” Hermione whispered to herself.
The young witch to her left thought Hermione was talking to her and whispered, “The one on her back. She came without permission earlier. This is her punishment.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Punishment?”
The young witch (who was wearing a purple corset and pink knickers, which reminded Hermione of a candy shop) smiled and nodded. “She’s not allowed to orgasm. This has been going on for an hour.” Purple Corset suddenly noticed Snape and looked surprised. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s all right,” he said, nodding. “What about the witch getting the crop?”
Purple Corset grinned. “Just a volunteer. She’s the third one. I’m going to offer to go next.”
Hermione blinked. That’s brave. I wonder how many pussies she’s licked in her life. She didn’t look that old, maybe twenty-two. Snape’s hand slipped down the front of Hermione’s knickers, and she let out a rough sigh as he started circling her clit. Purple Corset smiled at her and went back to watching the show.
It felt glorious; Hermione dropped her head back onto his chest. His warm breath hissed over her ear.
“I don’t want you to come yet. Just enjoy the view.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered back.
The brunette was using both hands to hold open the other girl’s lips, and Hermione could hear her moaning with every flick of the riding crop. When it slapped her vulva, she moaned louder. Hermione wondered how she was breathing with her face buried in the other girl’s pussy.
Snape whispered in her ear again, “Look how wet the girl on her knees is.”
As if she could miss it. The girl had no pubic hair. It looked a little odd, but it also made it extremely easy to see how wet she was. You wouldn’t get pubes in your mouth either. Wonder what it feels like. “Sir? How’d she do that? A razor?”
Snape grinned. “Probably a depilatory potion . . . unless she’s with someone who’s into shaving.”
“Do you like it, sir? It looks very clean.”
“Hmm,” he muttered, mulling it over. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a generational thing, but I don’t have a problem with bush. Plus . . . something about it reminds me of an over-plucked bird.”
Hermione bit her lip. Even if Snape didn’t like it, she wanted to try it sometime just to see how it felt. Maybe he’ll like it once he goes down on it, she thought.
“Let’s keep going, love. There’re four more rooms. Or did you want to volunteer to get the crop?”
Hermione went red and shook her head. “No, thank you, sir.”
He smirked, pulling his hand out of her knickers. His wet finger went to her lips, and she sucked it clean without being asked. “Good girl.”
Hermione was starting to feel as though she were in Wonderland. They went from room to room, and she saw more nudity and orgasms in an hour than she’d seen in her entire life. There was a woman beating a man on a St. Andrew’s Cross (which she’d learned about in one of Snape’s books), a witch getting caned while she sucked another man’s cock, a woman chained to the ceiling while a man in a black hood flogged her (Severus assured her that the woman had not been drugged, despite the look on her face), a bound man being whipped and teased by two witches, a man on a leash (whom she recognized from earlier) being ordered around by a witch in a shiny rubber catsuit, and a wizard zapping a spread-eagled witch with the tip of his wand (Severus said he was shocking her . . . not something Hermione had any desire to experience for herself).
And that didn’t include all the couples she saw just plain shagging . . . or the groups of people shagging. She was starting to wonder how they ever kept the place clean enough for habitation when she noticed that any bodily fluids that touched the furniture (or walls or floor, and she assumed, ceiling) disappeared within ten seconds. Sitting down didn’t seem quite as nerve-wracking after that discovery.
Severus thought Hermione looked a little shell-shocked after the first walkthrough and pulled her into a quiet corner. “How are you doing, love? Would you like to sit down for a while?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
He smirked and looked around. “Let’s find Vi. You can have a nice chat, and I’ll get you something to drink.”
They wandered through the crowd of people for a short while then Severus nodded. “There she is in the corner.”
There was a small cluster of love seats and chairs squared off in one corner, and four witches were sitting together laughing and drinking wine. No one was being fucked or exposed, and Hermione was more than a little relieved. Severus took Hermione to the edge of the giggling group, and a witch with magenta hair, styled as if she was from the forties, looked up and smiled.
“Snape! I was wondering when you’d show up. Sit down. Introduce us to your girl.”
Severus pulled Hermione around him, guiding her to sit between the magenta-haired witch and himself on the sofa. “Vi, this is my submissive. Pet, this is Violet, the one I told you about. It’s all right, you can talk to her.”
“How do you do?” Hermione smiled nervously.
Violet appeared to be in her early thirties. She looked like a punk version of an old Hollywood starlet. She was wearing a black corset with red seams, which was very striking on her. Her makeup gave her cat eyes and full red lips, and Hermione wondered what she looked like without it.
Vi laughed. “I’m fine . . . well, I need to get laid, but the night is young. Oh, this is Cherry, Angel, and Cleo,” she said, introducing Hermione.
Hermione wasn’t sure she could remember them that quickly (although Cherry had cherry-red hair, so that should be easy). They all smiled at her and said hello.
“I’ll go get you something to drink, love,” Severus murmured in her ear then looked at Vi. “I’m trying to convince her that she’s not abnormal. Tell her about your first time here. I’ll be right back.”

Hermione's stomach twisted as he walked away, but Vi patted her hand.
“It’s all right, love. I was nervous my first time too.”
“We all were,” Cherry added.
Vi picked up her wine. “Has Severus shown you around?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Vi cracked up. “Oh Merlin! You don’t have to call me ma’am, dear. I’m nobody’s mistress. Call me Vi like everybody else.”
Hermione nodded. “Okay. Vi.”
Vi smiled, wiping her eyes. “That’s better. Well, what do you think of Eros so far?”
Hermione bit her lip. “Um . . . it’s interesting, and um . . . a bit overwhelming.”
Vi nodded. “Yeah, the first time it is. But next time, you can just stick to what you fancy instead of taking it all in. Trust me, it’ll go from overwhelming to fun.”
“Oh, it’s exciting,” Hermione said, not wanting it to sound as if she was miserable. “I just . . . don’t know what to think yet.”
Cherry pulled up her feet sideways into her chair. “Nothing wrong with that.”
The witch with long, wavy, blonde hair across from Hermione nodded. “You don’t have to think anything. Just take what you like and leave the rest.”
Vi nodded in agreement. “Angel’s right. If it doesn’t turn you on, just ignore it. Is Severus your first dom?”
“He’s my first everything,” Hermione answered (then wondered if she should have said that out loud).
Vi’s eyes popped open. “Everything?”
“Yes.”
“Bloody hell, that’s being thrown in the deep end to learn how to swim.”
The other witches laughed, and Hermione blushed. She felt very inexperienced among them.
“I was young when I first came here too.” Vi told her.
“How old were you?”
“I was seventeen. You have to be of age to get in.”
“How did you find out about it?”
With a sneaky grin, Vi took another sip of wine and said, “When I was sixteen, I sneaked into a pub for a little fun. I met an older man and went home with him. That seems a bit dangerous to me now, but at the time I was so horny and desperate for a good time I didn’t care. Luckily the man wasn’t a psychopath, and he gave me the shagging of my life.
“I’d only been with boys my age up till then, which of course was fun, but . . . I never knew it could be like that. I asked him if we could do it again the next weekend, and he thought that was pretty funny and told me he couldn’t be seen with a sixteen-year-old witch, he’d be arrested. I told him I’d be seventeen in three weeks, and after he finished laughing at that, he said to come back on my birthday, and we could celebrate.
Violet laughed to herself. “I showed up at his house before noon on my birthday, practically gagging for it. He took me inside and told me I needed a birthday spanking. I couldn’t get over his knee fast enough. I’d had fantasies about being spanked, and there was no way I was letting the chance slip by. I thought I was going to come all over his lap I was so excited. He made me orgasm over and over, and when night fell, he said he wanted to take me someplace special. He brought me here, and the rest is history. I loved it. I mean, yeah, I was scared; but it was like someone took a bunch of the stuff in my head and put it all in one house.”
“Do you still see that man?” Hermione asked.
“Oh, sure. He’s right over there.”
Vi pointed across the room, and Hermione recognized the man who’d been spanking the witch dressed as a schoolgirl.
“That’s Henry. He still spanks me whenever I want and makes me come over his knee.”
Hermione bit her lip, smiling. “He seems nice. I saw him earlier.”
Vi nodded. “He is nice. You should let him spank you sometime.”
“Did you do anything the first time you came here?” Hermione asked quietly. “Or did you just watch?”
Vi smiled. “Henry introduced me around and told me, if I wanted, I could ask any of the men who were there alone to spank me. I ended up being spanked by three men that night. One of them was Severus.”
“Have . . . have you slept with him?”
Vi looked around the group then back at Hermione. “Yes. A couple times. He didn’t tell you?”
“No.”
“I’ve slept with about half the men here,” she told her.
Cherry smirked. “You’re underselling yourself.”
Vi grinned. “Okay, maybe three-quarters. You’re not jealous are you?” she asked Hermione. “I know it can sting a little when you’re attached to someone.”
Hermione shook her head slowly. “No, I . . . I know he’s had sex with other women. I just . . . never pictured what they looked like before . . . or thought I’d meet them.”
Vi smiled. “Want to meet some more?”
Hermione’s eyes went wide, and Vi laughed, pointing at Cherry and Cleo. Cleo had dark eyes and straight black hair and looked very much like Cleopatra. Hermione wondered if that was her real name or if she just used it at the club.
Cleo shook her head with a smile. “I only sucked his cock a couple of times. I thought I was going to get lockjaw.”
Cherry laughed. “Well, he fucked me, and I bloody loved it. We’ve done it loads of times. But I have to take him in small doses. That man has snark down to a science. How do you put up with it?”
Hermione broke into a blushing grin. “I like it. And he’s not as bad as he used to be.”
Vi and Cherry looked at each other then burst out laughing.
“Really?" Vi giggled. "Not as bad as he used to be . . . so what, he’s cut the sneering down to part time?”
Hermione smiled. “A little.”
Vi and Cherry laughed even louder. Angel smiled across from Hermione. “I didn’t sleep with him, but he made me orgasm once.”
Cleo looked surprised. “He did? When?”
“When I first came here with David. David offered several wizards the opportunity to touch and taste me. I was very nervous; I’d never had strangers use me before. Severus was the last of five, and I was scared because I’d seen him with Cherry, and I knew how rough he could get. But he barely touched me. All the other men had teased me and were kind of mean. They purposefully left me wanting . . . which wasn’t unexpected or anything; but Snape was trying to make me climax from the moment he put his finger in me. He whispered some . . . very interesting things to me while he did it, and when he touched my clit, I came. I remember I was scared David would be angry with me for letting another man get me off, but he didn’t mind at all. He thought it was sexy."
Angel had long, wavy blonde hair and was wearing a white corset and stockings. Hermione didn’t see a collar on her neck. “Are . . . are you still with David?” Hermione asked, not knowing if it was appropriate to ask.
They all looked a little uneasy, and Angel shook her head. “He died last year. During a small attack in London. A stray curse hit him.”
Hermione’s face dropped. “Oh . . . I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”
Angel smiled softly. “No, it’s all right. You didn’t know. I like to come here and be around the people who knew him. It’s like he’s still with me.”
Bloody hell. Hermione felt horrible. If Severus died, she’d be devastated.
“Stop, Angel. You’re gonna make us cry,” Vi whispered, wiping her eyes.
A tall glass of champagne was held in front of Hermione’s face, and she looked up to see Severus returned. She smiled at him and took the glass. “Thank you, sir.”
He sat down next to her, running his finger along the top of her stocking. “Has Vi convinced you you’re not a freak?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Excellent." He nodded appreciatively at Violet.
“Oh, dearie,” Vi said, giving Hermione a compassionate look. “You’re not a freak at all. You like what you do with Severus, don’t you?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes.”
“The only freaks in my book are people who can’t admit what they like. They spend their entire lives doing what they’re supposed to instead of what makes them happy.”
Severus urged Hermione to take a sip from the glass, and she did, blinking as the bubbles tickled her nose.
“Vi, would you mind letting my pet touch you?” he asked.
Hermione’s eyes almost fell out of her face.
Vi smiled. “You know I wouldn’t mind.”
Severus gave a small shrug. “I thought it polite to ask. Just start with the top half. She’s never been with another witch. Take it slow.”
Vi gave Hermione a delighted look. “You’ve never touched another witch before?”
Hermione could barely shake her head no.
“Don’t worry,” Vi said with a easy smile. “It’s not as scary as you think. Here,” she held out her hand. “Just hold my hand first. There. See? Not too scary.”
Hermione’s hand was shaking as Vi stroked her fingers. The other witch set Hermione’s hand down on her thigh and patted it. “I’ll take my corset off and you can take your time. Cherry, undo me, would you?”
Vi turned a little to the side, and Cherry leaned over and untied the back of her corset. Vi smiled and stood up, wiggling out of it, then handed it to Cherry. Hermione swallowed hard as the witch’s breasts came into view. Her nipples were brownish pink, just a touch hard. She was so nervous she felt as though she would be sick all over the floor.
Snape whispered in her ear, “Breathe, pet.”
Hermione let out a shaking breath, and Snape stroked her thigh.
“That’s my good girl. Aren’t they lovely? Watch her nipples. She likes being on display.”
Vi sat down next to Hermione, turning on the sofa seat to face her more, and held out her hand again. “Here, love. I’ll help you.”
Hermione put her trembling hand in Vi’s, and the other witch slowly brought it to her chest, placing it lightly on one breast. Hermione almost started hyperventilating. Vi kept stroking over her fingers until she calmed down.
“There,” Vi smiled. “You want to try it on your own?”
Hermione glanced around the group. They all looked back expectantly, and Hermione nodded.
Vi let go and stroked Hermione’s other thigh in a soothing manner. Snape breathed on her neck, making her skin prickle.
“Good girl. Feel how soft she is.”
Hermione tentatively moved her fingers back and forth. Vi was, indeed, very soft. And warm. It was like petting a petal . . . with a pulse. Hermione moved her hand a little lower, brushing her thumb over the hardening nipple.
Vi smiled at her and nodded. “That’s good. Keep going.”
Feeling a bit braver, Hermione gave a small squeeze, running her hand along the side. Vi’s breast was heavy in her hand. Soft and heavy. She went back to the tip, and Vi sighed happily. Her nipple grew stiffer the more Hermione’s finger brushed over it—until it was hard like stone.
Vi squeezed her thigh. “Pinch it a little. I like it.”
Hermione pinched lightly, and Vi smiled and arched her back.
Snape kissed the back of Hermione’s neck. “That’s it, love. She likes what you like. Touch her the way you touch yourself.”
Hermione nodded. Holding the stiff tip between her thumb and forefinger, she pinched a little harder, rolling it lightly.
Vi groaned and arched closer. “Yes. More.”
Going to the other breast, Hermione brushed over the neglected nipple until it peaked, then she pinched it too. Vi’s hand slid up her thigh a little higher, and Snape ran one finger over her wet knickers. Shivering, Hermione put both hands to the witch’s chest to stroke her soft skin.
“You want to lick that stiff little bud, don’t you?” Snape purred. “Ask her nicely if you may.”
Vi could hear what he was saying and smiled at her. Hermione took a deep breath and whispered, “Please, may I lick you, Vi?”
Vi nodded and shifted around onto one knee so Hermione’s face was level with her cleavage. She stroked Hermione’s hair gently and moved closer.
Hermione’s tongue came out, and she gave a tiny lick to the tight tip. The other witch tasted a little like vanilla. I wonder what kind of lotion she uses. The next lick was braver; Vi’s nipple got even harder, growing to a craggy point. Closing her lips around it, Hermione swirled her tongue. Vi groaned softly and stroked her shoulder.
Snape rubbed Hermione’s pussy through the soft fabric of her knickers, smirking as they became sodden. Her heart was pounding so hard it reverberated through her whole body. When he kissed her neck, her pulse pounded at his lips. “Yes, pet. You look so bloody beautiful. Suck her hard, make her pussy as wet as yours.”
Hermione was going to come if Snape kept rubbing her like that. Switching sides, she sucked Vi’s other nipple, feeling the contrast of the soft warmth of Vi’s skin against her lips and the rigid tip on her tongue. Her own body thrummed with adrenaline, and she moaned as Snape slipped his hand down her knickers.
“Let Vi lick you, pet. I want to watch you come with her tongue up your sweet snatch. Would you like that?”
Hermione was terrified but not unwilling. She made a noise of needy confusion, and Vi laughed.
“I want to do it, okay? In fact, I’m very good at it,” she said, grinning down at Hermione. “Have you thought about doing this before?”
Hermione sat up as she nodded.
Snape’s hand came out of her knickers, and Hermione was shifted around like an invalid. Snape pulled her into his lap, so her back was to his chest, and sank down low, pulling Hermione’s knees to her chest while Vi knelt down between their legs. Vi slowly slipped off Hermione’s knickers then handed them to Snape. He held them up where Hermione could see, and she heard him grinning in her ear.
“Look how wet your new knickers are, love. I’m very impressed. Maybe after you come, I’ll take you out where everyone can see you and show them how much my good girl has enjoyed her first visit.”
Oh God! Please don’t.
“Would you like that, pet?”
“No, sir,” she whispered as Vi gently spread her pussy wide. “Oh God!”
Vi laughed. “Nice plug, Snape. That’s not creepy at all,” she said sarcastically.
Severus smirked. “She likes it. Don’t you, pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
Vi grinned. “Well she doesn’t have to see it, does she? I always hated shagging blokes in Slytherin. The decor gave me the collywobbles.”
Hermione wondered what house Vi had been in and if she’d had Snape as a teacher before meeting him at Eros. She couldn’t do the math in her head with Vi kissing her thighs.
Snape watched the proceedings over one shoulder. “Careful, Vi, she’s a squirter.”
Vi looked happy with that announcement. “Can I finger her?”
Snape nodded yes then started kissing her neck. Hermione felt as though she were in a dream. Reality didn’t seem so real at that moment. Vi began licking her, and Hermione bit her lip to muffle her whimpering. The other witch was good at it. It wasn’t like when Snape or Draco did it. It was insanely soft. And Vi didn’t have stubble.
Severus hissed in her ear between nips to her neck. “How does that feel, love? Are you going to come for us?”
Hermione glanced around the small group. Cleo and Angel were watching with small smiles, and Cherry had her hand on the front of her knickers. Hermione could see her red nails, bright against the black satin. It wasn’t too scary. None of them were particularly threatening. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to relax.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl. I can smell your pussy from here. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm. Would you like me to fuck you later? I want to show everyone how you beg for my cock.”
Hermione groaned as Vi slipped two fingers inside her.
Snape grinned. “Listen to that pussy. You do want me to fuck you later. Maybe I should give you a nice spanking too—round out the evening. Or would you prefer to suck my cock? I wouldn’t mind coming down your throat tonight.”
“Anything . . . sir,” she panted as Vi wiggled her fingers back and forth.

“Anything?” he said with a smirk. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for anything, but I do want to show you off. Will you scream for me, pet? I want the whole house to know you’re mine.”
“Yes, sir. Yours.”
Snape knew she was getting close. She was starting to shake, and her answers always got shorter as she lost the ability to think straight. “Mine. That collar looks bloody gorgeous around your neck,” he said, tickling her throat. “Tell Vi how much you like what she’s doing.”
“I love the way you lick my pussy, Vi. Thank you.”
Vi laughed into the young girl’s slick folds. Snape’s got her wrapped around his finger. She worked a little faster, sucking on her clit.
“Aaah!”
Snape grinned. “Do you like that, love? Show Vi what a good girl you are. Let that juice run down your pussy. She wants to see it . . . wants to lick up your honey. Give her what she wants, pet.”
Hermione arched hard and moaned as the pleasure suddenly peaked. She felt the liquid roll out of her, and she dug her fingers into Snape’s hips to hold on. “Unnnh!”
“Yessss,” Snape hissed in her ear. “That’s my girl. Get Vi nice and wet.”
Vi didn’t stop playing her clit until she was completely spent. Hermione felt her licking up the aftermath as she started to come down. Her head was nice and empty, and Hermione petted Snape’s thigh as she floated back.
Vi licked her clean then sat back with a smile. “See? Not scary."
Snape helped her sit up and slipped her knickers back on, pulling them up as she stood.
“What do you say to Vi?” he prompted.
“Thank you, Vi,” Hermione automatically answered.
Vi smiled. “My pleasure. When you want to try more, just let me know.”
Hermione looked at Snape. It was up to him.
He nodded. “Next time we come back. She’ll be more relaxed. I want her to beg for it.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide; she was glad her blush was hidden by the mask. Snape stood and kissed her. “Let’s go see if Draco has found a nice wholesome witch to spank.”
Hermione smiled, and he kissed her again, waiting until she whimpered and clung to him before he let her go.
Snape nodded at the group of witches. “Thanks again, Vi. I’ll be in touch.”
“Have fun,” Vi said to Hermione. “I’ll be listening for that scream later.”
Snape snorted and pulled Hermione away, taking her the long way back toward the stairs. “I saw Draco chatting up some blonde when I got your drink. It was disturbing; she could have been his sister. That boy would fuck a mirror if he could.”
Hermione froze as Severus went still and squeezed her hand.
“Damn. Lucius is here. Don’t worry. He’ll never recognize you like that. Just act normal.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she spotted Lucius at the foot of the stairs. He had on silver dragonhide trousers and no shirt. He looked like sex on a stick. Too bad he’s evil incarnate. Draco may have changed, but Lucius was the same egomaniacal, prejudiced prick he’d always been. Being imprisoned and humiliated had damaged his image, but he seemed to have bounced back like a worm that kept wriggling even if you cut it in half. Hermione loathed him, but she was more worried because he was the one person there who could blow her cover. He’d be running to Rita Skeeter if he even suspected it was her.
“Severus!” Lucius said with a surprised look. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Wait a second, who’s this?” he asked, eyeing Hermione as if he were making an appraisal.
“My new submissive.”
“You’ve collared someone? And you didn’t tell me? How rude of you.”
Snape squeezed Hermione’s hand. “I didn’t know I had to relay my every decision to you for approval.”
Lucius raised one eyebrow in amusement. “Touchy. Very interesting.” His eyes roamed up and down her body. He made a slow promenade around her to check out her backside. “Robbing the cradle, aren’t you, old man?”
“Hardly.”
“May I?” Lucius asked as he held out his hand to her.
Snape considered it far longer than polite. “You kiss her hand and that is all.”
Lucius smiled innocently. “But of course.”
“Pet, this is Lucius Malfoy,” Snape said to keep up appearances. “It’s all right, let him kiss your hand.”
Hermione considered punching Malfoy in the nose as she lifted her hand but quashed the idea quickly. That would definitely give her away. Lucius took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. When she felt the slick, hot slide of his tongue on her fingers, she jerked back her hand and wiped it on Snape’s shirt, gripping his arm even tighter.
Lucius laughed and stepped closer. “She’s a little skittish, Snape.”
“No, she’s just smart enough to see through you.”
Lucius gave her a serpent’s smile. “Has Snape been telling stories about me? Don’t listen to him, my dear. He exaggerates.”
Snape put his arm around her, making it clear that Lucius was too close.
Malfoy smirked and stepped back. “Calm down, Snape. Your collar protects her. What are you so worried about?”
“It protects her physically, but I see no reason to subject her to any verbal or mental attack.”
“Verbal or mental attack,” Lucius repeated, sounding affronted. “That is just insulting. I have never attacked a single person here.”
Hermione wanted very much to correct him on that.
“If she’s that important to you, I’ll leave her be. There’s no need to get nasty.”
Snape nodded. “That’s all I ask.”
Lucius smirked. “You always were bad at sharing.”
“That’s the pot calling the cauldron black.”
Lucius looked down at her. “You’re far too pretty for this bastard. I have a son I could introduce you to.”
“We’ve met.”
Lucius spun around to find Draco leaning against a sofa with a bored look on his face.
“Draco, what are you doing here?” Lucius said, sounding genuinely stunned.
“Not the same thing as you apparently. I’ve had nothing but witch after witch tell me they’ve had more Malfoy than they can stand.”
“Who brought you?”
“I did,” Snape answered.
Lucius looked at Snape with a calculating expression then turned back to Draco. “You asked Snape to bring you?”
“Yes. And I’m glad I had him introduce me to Benedict. At least there’s one person here who knows that I’m not you.”
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll figure that out soon enough,” Lucius drawled.
The four of them had drawn quite a crowd.
“Well, I certainly hope so. I’m tired of explaining that I’m not into blood and daggers.”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” Lucius replied calmly. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
Benedict appeared at the foot of the stairs. “Is everything all right here?”
Lucius nodded once. “Hello, Benedict. Just having a family chat. Would you please explain to my son that I am free to indulge in any predilection I choose while here.”
Benedict nodded. “You are. As long as all parties consent, you can do anything you please.”
Lucius smirked at Draco. “To each their own.” He strode off toward the other side of the room, clearly dismissing them.
Draco and Benedict came over to Snape, Benedict watching Lucius as he disappeared. “He’s going downstairs. Probably meeting Morgana.”
“What’s downstairs?” Draco asked.
“Private rooms,” Benedict answered. “They got tired of everyone complaining about their antics.”
Hermione wondered how screwed up Morgana was that she actually came to meet Lucius. If Lucius ever came at her with a dagger, he’d find out what it was like to live the rest of his life as a eunuch.
Benedict smiled at Hermione and Draco. “So, barring that last interaction, are you having a nice time?”
Hermione smiled back. “Yes, sir.”
Draco nodded. “Except that no witch will give me the time of day once they hear my name. Maybe I should dye my hair and call myself Smith.”
“I can fix that,” Snape said.
Draco appeared interested. “How?”
Severus looked down at Hermione. “How would you like it if Draco gave you a spanking, pet? Everyone will see that he’s not his father for themselves.”
Hermione smiled. “Yes, sir. That’s a good plan.”
He smirked. “Sit right here on the couch so everyone can see you, Draco.”
Draco turned and went to the nicest-looking leather sofa. Snape led her over and sat on the couch across from him. “Go get over his lap, pet. Be careful, Draco. She’s wearing her plug.”
“Knickers on or off?”
“Pull them down but leave them on.”
Draco nodded. Most of the people who had witnessed the meeting of father and son had stuck around to see what Draco would do next. He stood Granger between his legs and looked up at her, giving her a saucy smirk as he pulled her knickers down to her knees. He eyed her soaked crotch as he eased them down.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “What have you been up to? I can smell you already.”
Hermione whispered, “Someone ate my pussy, sir.”
He grinned back. “Snape?”
“No, sir. Violet.”
His jaw dropped. “You let another witch eat your pussy, and you didn’t come and get me?”
She smiled. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be sure to tell you next time.”
He shook his head. “You better. All right, over my lap, love.”
Hermione smiled at him and lay flat over both his legs. It was much harder to do wearing the basque, but once she was in place, it was fine. Draco patted her bum.
“How many?”
She didn’t know if he was talking to her or Snape, but then she heard Severus say, “Until I say otherwise.”
“How hard?”
“Start slow. Don’t go above a six.”
Draco nodded, and the first slap jolted through her anxious body. It was easy to pretend they were back at home; she couldn’t see anyone else, just Draco’s shiny Italian loafers. Thinking she should stay quiet, she closed her eyes and tried to absorb each new slap. Hermione didn’t make it to twenty before she started trying to arch her back (which was difficult with basque’s boning) and spread her legs. The hand on her waist pulled her closer, and she realized another downside of wearing something so stiff was that she couldn’t feel if he was hard or not.
He kept spanking her, getting a little harder every ten swats or so. Her hand wrapped around his calf, and he stopped to rub her for a few seconds. “All right, love?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay.”
The spanking resumed, and Hermione whimpered, panting as it got harder. She wasn’t going to cry or anything, but it did start to really sting. Her bum was hot, as if she were sitting on her mum’s electric blanket.
Draco let her rest after another few minutes, and Snape smirked. The noise she made wasn’t pain; she was frustrated that he’d stopped.
“Find out how wet she is,” Severus told him.
Draco raised his brow in surprise but didn’t hesitate to touch her pussy. One finger slipped inside, and he groaned softly. She was soaked; her entrance felt engorged and tight. “She’s drenched.”
“Rub her clit before you start again.”
He smirked and did as requested. Hermione started rolling her hips and moaning through her sealed lips.
“That’s enough. Spank her again.”
Draco reluctantly left her pussy and started slapping her arse. His fingers left a wet stamp on her skin, marking her with her own excitement.
Severus watched and waited. She was taking it very well. The longer he let it go on, the deeper into subspace she would go. As the minutes passed, she got less jerky and more still. Her legs stopped jumping, and she spread them as wide as she could. It took another five minutes, but she slowly got quiet and relaxed.
“That’s good, Draco. Let her up.”
Draco helped Hermione off his lap, smirking at how dazed she looked. After he pulled her knickers up for her, he turned her around and walked her the two feet to Snape. “There you go.”
Snape smiled at her and took her hand. “What do you say to Draco, pet?”
She turned her head and murmured, “Thank you, sir.”
Draco smirked. “Any time.”
Snape pulled Hermione down to straddle his lap and trailed his fingertips up and down her hot bum. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, sir."
“Are you ready for my cock now?”
A muzzy smile lit her face. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Ask me nicely.”
"Please, sir, may I have your cock?”
“I can’t hear you.”
Louder, she said, “Please, sir, may I have your cock?”
He smirked. “Much better. Reach down and take it out.”
Hermione leaned back a little. She ran her fingers over the lump in his trousers then unbuttoned his fly. He’s not wearing a belt. I miss the belt. His zip came down, and she smiled. He wasn’t wearing boxers either. His cock was hot and heavy in her hand; she pumped it twice before he growled softly and covered her fingers with his.
“Do you want to ride me, or do you want me to fuck you?”
Hermione bucked forward a little, pressing him to her sodden knickers. “Please fuck me, sir.”
He growled louder and dug his fingers into her hip to keep her still. “Do you want it slow and deep or hard and fast?”
“Oh God,” she muttered. “However you want to fuck me, sir.”
The corner of his mouth curled up. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Clambering out of his lap, she got on her hands and knees on the couch; Hermione felt him slide down her knickers. He urged her to place her chest on the couch, and the position made her shiver. Sinking down, she turned her head and saw Draco sitting across from them.
Severus got on one knee, bracing his other foot on the floor. Her pussy felt like a warm stream as he rubbed his head through her folds. “Is this what you want, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
Snape pushed in a little, and she moaned loudly. That’s my girl. Her pussy was swollen from Vi’s talents, and he made a mental note to thank her for that later. He pushed past the engorged barrel into the giving sheath. It was perfect; he gritted his teeth to keep from moaning. Placing his thumb on the jewel of her plug, he gently stirred it around as he worked his way into her.

Hermione cried out softly, pressing back for more. He slid in all the way, and she let out a loud noise of relief. Severus began to fuck her slowly. He didn’t stop manipulating her plug; it kept swirling around and stretching her walls.
“Unh!”
“That’s it,” he murmured . “Tell everyone whom you belong to.”
“You, sir.”
“Louder. And say my name. Say 'I belong to Severus Snape.'”
“I belong to Severus Snape.”
He grinned and squeezed her hip with one hand. The room could be empty for all he knew, he couldn’t stop staring at the side of her face. “That’s my good girl.” He fucked her harder, digging deep to hear that wet sound slipping around him. “The whole room can hear your wet little pussy, pet. Tell them who does that to you.”
“You do, sir!”
He pressed her plug in deeper. “Say my name.”
“Severus Snape makes my pussy wet!”
“Good girl. Don’t you dare try to be quiet. I want hear you when you come. You'd better beg me for it.”
He started fucking her harder, and Hermione’s jaw fell open in a shuddering exhale. “Oh gods,” she panted. “Thank you, sir.”
“Beg me.”
“Please may I come, sir. Oh God. I’m so close. Please fuck me harder, sir. Please!”
He did. Her body rocked with the impact. Without the arm of the couch to push back on, she would have been knocked flat.
“I can feel your pussy sloshing, pet. Are you going to show everyone how wet you can get the furniture?"
She buried her blushing face in the cushion. “Yes, sir.”
“You'd better get your face back where I can see it if you want to come.”
Hermione looked back out at Draco, who now had an extremely pretty black witch sitting next to him, her hand on his thigh. She looked like a model, and Hermione almost giggled. Guess Snape’s plan was a success. She didn’t have much time for celebration; Snape was jiggling her plug inside her, and she felt the first telltale rush of tension flare through her. Oh my God!

“Come for me, pet. I know you’re ready. Say my name. I want the whole house to know who makes you come every single night. Talk for me, love. I want to hear you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure built. “Oh God, Severus. Please! Fuck me hard! Your cock is so good. Fuck! Please don’t stop. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Unnnnnnh!” The spasms in her pussy started, gradually building to a peak where her brain exploded in a starburst of white light. “Severus!”
He pulled out, brushing his fingers quickly back and forth over her clit as the storm cloud in her broke and rain poured over his hand. Someone muttered “bloody hell," and Snape smirked. As soon as the stream slowed, he pushed right back into her, fucking her so everyone could hear how wet she was. He grabbed both her hips and pounded into her. She was making nonsense noises, her eyes half-open, staring at Draco’s shoes. He had a feeling she didn’t really see them. “That was perfect, love. Let’s see it again.”
She let out a tired moan and whispered, “Please, sir. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
He had no intention of coming until she broke again. If he wanted to keep her from being embarrassed when it was over, he’d have to fuck her brainless. If she couldn’t think, she couldn’t worry. The swelling inside her was starting again. He gritted his teeth. Her pussy already felt like a vice. The hard bulge of the plug pressed through her thin wall, which added a blunt speed bump to every thrust.
A small rivulet of juice ran over his cock. She was, quiet literally, overflowing. Slipping his hand around her hip, Severus found her clit and sought to push her over. “I can feel you leaking around me, love. You’re ready to come again. Hear that? Your pussy is begging for it. Come for me. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Then come for me.”
Hermione was so close. Her stomach kept tensing, and her thighs were shaking as though she’d been cursed with the Jelly-Legs Jinx. Draco’s foot tapped once on the floor, and the shine made her eyes focus. Snape’s finger wouldn’t stop; her stomach jerked hard again, and that time she couldn’t relax.
"Thank you, sir,” she whimpered and came hard, her muscles quivering so violently she was worried she wouldn’t be able to walk later.
Severus slammed into her with even more force, pushing himself to come with her. The roiling in his bollocks built to a boil, and he grunted once as he came inside her. Ribbons of release unfurled from his cock; he bit his tongue to keep from saying her name.

Snape pulled out of her slowly and fell back onto the seat with a heaving sigh. Patting her bum, he muttered, “Come and clean my cock, pet.”
Hermione was still dazed and breathless, but she slid down to the floor to kneel before him. Her knickers tied her up, and she had a flashback of the very first time he’d spanked her.
Severus stroked the side of her face as she licked her cream from his cock. She was still panting, and the breeze made a shiver run up his spine. “Good girl,” he whispered.
Hermione smiled, gently lapping him clean.
When she finished, Severus packed his cock away and fastened his trousers. She looked sad to see it go, and he smirked at her. “Take off your knickers and give them to me.”
She had another flashback as she pulled her knickers from around her ankles then handed them to him.
Snape pocketed her panties and beckoned her closer. She scooted forward on her knees, and he smiled at her. “Put your head in my lap. I want to pet you.”
Hermione bit back a giggle and put her cheek on his thigh; she sat back on her heels and rested her hands on his hips.
“That’s my sweet pet,” he whispered. His fingertips gently grazed over her jaw and neck, stroking around her collar and tracing her ears.
Benedict sat next to him. “That was quite the comeback. We’ve missed you, Severus.”
Snape nodded but didn’t look away from the witch in his lap.
“If it was your intention to announce your return to the entire house, I think you succeeded,” Benedict said with a smirk.
Snape’s lips curled into a grin. “I want them to know she’s mine.”
Benedict laughed. “I don’t think there’s any doubt about that.” He scanned the room, observing the dispersing crowd. “I think I saw about five witches coming during your little performance. I forgot how much you inspired the attendees.”
“I’m going to take her home. It’s been a long night,” Snape murmured.
“You’re leaving already?”
Severus finally looked at him. “She’s tired . . . and sticky. I want to clean her up and put her to bed.” Before she has time to realize what she did in front of a hundred strangers.
“Are you two living together?” Benedict asked in amazement.
“Hmm. Not really . . . but yes.”
“Enigmatic as ever, Snape.”
“Draco, are you staying?” Severus asked.
Draco grinned. “I’ll find my way home eventually. Oh, this is Drizella,” he said, squeezing the witch’s thigh. “Drizella, this is Severus.”
Snape nodded at her in greeting. “Don’t do anything to make me regret bringing you,” he said to Draco.
“I won’t,” Draco sighed. “We’re just going to play.”
Severus nodded again then turned to Benedict. “It was good to see you again. We’ll be back soon, won’t we, pet?”
Benedict smirked down at Hermione. “You’re most welcome here, my dear. You’re a lovely addition to the house, and anyone who can leave Snape smiling is a witch worth keeping around.”
Hermione blushed and buried her face in Severus's crotch.
“Not yet, pet,” Snape said with a wince and stroked her head. “Let’s go home.”
Hermione nodded, and Snape helped her up.
“May I have my knickers back, sir?” she whispered.
“Hmm. That doesn’t sound like something a witch wearing my collar would say. And you argued with a direct order while I was fucking you. That was insubordinate at best. Since this is your first time here, I’ll give you a pass on it; but from now on when I tell you to do something, you do it.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” There was only one job she had to do, and she’d failed.
“No tears, pet. I’m not upset.”
Hermione nodded, staring at his feet.
“Say goodbye to Benedict.”
Benedict, like Draco, had overly shiny shoes; she memorized them as she spoke. “Thank you for a lovely evening, sir.”
Benedict smiled and stood. “You are a very sweet girl, and I’m glad Severus has someone to dull some of his bite. Come over for dinner sometime. Clairisse would love to meet her,” he said, clapping Severus on the back.
Snape nodded. “Come along, pet. Put on your knickers like a big girl.”
Hermione tittered and took her returned panties from Snape’s hand. “Thank you, sir.”
He watched her try to hobble into her knickers and smirked at her wobbly attempts. “Stand still; let me.”
Snape knelt down, and she steadied herself on his shoulder as he held them out for her to step into. When he slid them up, she hissed at the added heat to her backside.
He stood and tipped up her chin. “Still want to wear them?
“Yes, sir.”
Severus kissed her lightly. “Let’s go home and take them back off.”
Hermione returned his smile. “Yes, sir.”
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