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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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30 - Pussy 101
Hermione woke up an hour later, naked and cold. The shallow up and down of Severus’s chest indicated he was still asleep. Draco’s hand rested lightly on her hip. The feel of Draco’s towel barely touching her bum told her he’d fallen asleep on his back, just as she’d left him. Her eyes moved down to Snape’s limp cock, and she smiled. The hand she had around his waist crept down to his black thicket, tickling over his sleeping prick. Snape murmured in his sleep, and she held back a giggle.
Draco’s hand slid off her hip, and the backs of his finger grazed her cheeks, stroking her skin. Guess he’s awake too. Dropping her hand to Snape’s bollocks, she ghosted her fingers over the heavy sac. She wanted him to be in a good mood when he woke up.
Severus blinked his eyes open like a weary basset hound. Her warm body lay half atop him, and he remembered that they had plans for that evening. He felt a finger caressing his left testicle and realized what had awoken him. Glancing over, he saw Draco smirking at her bum with a not-quite-awake, half-lidded expression. Severus tightened his arm around her shoulders.
“Want some dinner, love?” he rasped.
Hermione looked up at him with a smile. “You’re awake.”
“How could I sleep with you tickling me?”
“I wasn’t tickling; I was testing.”
“For what?”
“Signs of life.”
“I’m still alive.”
“That was my determination.”
“Excellent,” he drawled. “If you’re done testing, let’s go eat.”
Hermione’s limbs flopped to the bed as he rolled over and sat up. “What’s for dinner?”
Snape looked around and found his trousers in a heap on the floor. “Whatever you want, love.” She started to say something, but he interrupted her, “No caramel.”
Hermione huffed. “I wasn’t going to say caramel.”
“Are you eating with us, Draco?”
Draco rubbed a hand over his face. “No, I should go home and change. I’ll eat something there.”
“Fix her hair before you leave and don’t forget the tie.”
Draco smirked. “You two should just keep it when you’re done. I don’t have much call for come-covered ties.”
Snape pulled on his trousers and shirt. Hermione pouted at his disappearing nudity.
“Come along, pet. You want to eat, don’t you?”
“Yes. Is there still chicken?”
“MmHm.”
Hermione rolled over to the edge of the bed and sat, watching him finish dressing. She’d left her clothes in various rooms throughout the house; it was going to take a while to put it all back together. “Will you find me a t-shirt or something, Severus? I don’t know where all my clothes are.”
He raised an eyebrow. “A t-shirt? Dressing for dinner now? Posh.”
She shook her head and smiled. “Don’t be a prat. I’m cold.”
Snape came back to the bed and stood between her spread legs. He brushed a finger over one stiff nipple. “I can see that.”
“Severus!” she said, laughing and slapping his fingers.
When he made no attempt to get her a shirt, Hermione rolled her eyes. “Thanks for your help.”
His fingers tugged her nipple in reply, and she pushed away his hand. “Fine. I’ll just eat naked then,” she huffed, sliding past him. She didn’t look back as she strode out of the room.
Snape gave Draco a small smirk and went after her. “Good.”

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Hermione stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, tying the tie Draco had just brought for her. He’d done her hair earlier while she ate. It was mostly straight and in two low, messy, looping pigtails. It was very cute in a bohemian kind of way, and she didn’t think it looked like anything she would wear in real life, so it seemed unlikely anyone would figure out who she was. Her clothes had been put to right; Severus had cleaned her skirt and shirt and gotten the wrinkles out of everything. She looked sexy and cute. The transformation had been a success.
Her mask didn’t quite match, but she didn’t have much choice. It was the safest, and only, option she had. Her collar was on and mostly hidden by her shirt and tie. Ready.
She went downstairs where Severus and Draco were waiting for her. They looked very nice, but Draco looked nice in a tailored, high-fashion sense, whereas Snape looked as if he'd just gotten home from a long day at Gringotts. Hermione smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m ready.”
“Mm,” he muttered, kissing her nose. “You look wonderful.”
“You do too.”
Snape resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“What about me?” Draco asked, smoothing his hands over the lines of his fitted shirt.
Hermione smirked at Severus. “Yes, Draco. You look wonderful too.”
Severus gave her a serious look. “What did you just call him?”
Hermione clenched her hand in frustration, giving Severus a worried wince. Dammit. How could I forget already? “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Hm. You’re not off to a good start tonight. You didn’t call me sir either, and you were disrespectful to Draco.”
Bugger! Hermione nodded and apologized again, “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be perfect tonight. I promise. Let me start over.”
“There are no do-overs in life, pet. You can’t just start over. You have to deal with what you’ve done.”
I know that! “Yes, sir.”
“Apologize to Draco.”
Hermione turned to Draco, staring around his arm at the front window as she spoke, “I’m sorry, sir.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want to apologize, she just felt a bit ridiculous doing it and embarrassed that she’d messed up before they even got out of the house.
Malfoy flashed her an amused smile. “Are you talking to me or the mad cat-lady outside?”
Severus took her chin and made her look at him. “I can’t take you out if you’re not going to act appropriately.”
Hermione’s face heated. She didn’t know if it was anger at being treated like a child or embarrassment that she’d done something else wrong.
“Look Draco in the eye and tell him what you did wrong and apologize. This is your last chance.”
She was nervous about failing him again. His fingers released her chin, and she looked at Draco, then at Snape, then back to Draco. “I forgot I was wearing my collar, sir. I was disrespectful to you, and I’m very sorry. Please forgive me.”
Malfoy grinned at her; he could see how tense she was. “You’re forgiven.”

“Thank you, sir.”
Severus nodded. “That was better, but you are not in the right frame of mind. There should be no hesitation in your actions, and I can see how angry you are.” He held up his hand before she could protest. “I know you’re angry with yourself, but it can come across as defiance. There is no need for you to be upset. You are my responsibility when you wear that collar; the burden is on me. You don’t need to dwell on what you did wrong. Just apologize for it and take your correction. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Go upstairs and get the small paddle and bring it back down here.”
Hermione looked at the floor, dejected. “Yes, sir.” She turned and went back up the stairs.
“You can go on without us if you don’t want to wait,” Snape told Draco.
Draco shrugged. “I’m fine. You’re not going to make her cry, are you?”
“That's not my intention. But she’s never made a serious mistake before while wearing the collar, and I don’t want to let this slide.”
Hermione came back down the stairs and stared at Snape’s shoes as she handed over the paddle.
“Do you know why I’m about to paddle you, girl?”
Hermione wrung her fingers together. “Because I was disrespectful, sir?”
“No, not entirely. You were disrespectful because your mind was not focused. I won’t make that mistake again. You must be in a submissive state of mind, and if you are not, I need to get you there. Get down on your knees.”
Hermione knelt at his feet and awaited further instruction.
“Spread you legs, hands behind your head.”
She got into position.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He waited until she looked up at him. “Tonight you’re going to find four wizards and one witch at Eros to spank you . . . in addition to myself and Draco. They may spank you as much as they like unless I put a stop to it. You will thank them when it is over, and you will not complain about how much it hurts. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Ask me for the paddle and tell me why you need it.”
Hermione took a deep breath. “Please paddle me, sir. I need to prove to you that I’m sorry and can do whatever you ask.”
“Good. How many people will you be asking to spank you tonight?”
“Five, sir. Plus you and Draco.”
He nodded. “All right. Stand up and bend over, hands on your knees.”
Hermione scrambled back up and got into place.
Snape walked around her and flipped up her skirt. “Legs further apart, stick out your bottom.”
She hated it when he said bottom; she felt like a bloody two-year-old. He must know. He only says it when he’s trying to humiliate me. The cool wood tapped against her bum. Her knickers were so unhelpful he didn’t even remove them.
“You will count and thank me, and you will do it quickly. I don’t want to be here all night.”
“Yes, sir.” The first hit made her jump, the wood branding her cheek. “One. Thank you, sir.”
Pop!
“Two. Thank you, sir.”
Pop!
“Three. Thank you, sir.”
After five he got even harder. Tears prickled behind her eyes.
“Six! Thank you, sir.”
Pop!
“Seven! Thank you, sir.” Fuck! He was getting faster too. She barely got out the words before he cracked the paddle against her bum again.
“Eight! Thank you, sir.” Pop! “Nine, Thank you, sir.” Pop! “Ten. Thank you, sir.” Pop! Pop! “Eleven, twelve. Thank you, sir!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! “Sixteenthankyousir!”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! “Unh! Twenty! Thank you, sir!”
Severus walked around and held the paddle in front of her face. “Kiss it.”
Hermione could swear the wood felt hot when she put her lips to it.
“Good girl. Go stand in the corner until you calm down. Hold up your skirt so we can see, and don’t you dare rub.”
“Yes, sir.”
She didn’t know which corner to use. Three of them were bookshelves, so she went to the one next to the front door. Her nose was running, and she sniffed hard. The mask absorbed the tears leaking from her eyes. The corner seemed weirdly safe, and she curled into it, crying silently in relief. Her bum might hurt, but her heart felt lighter. She wanted to go hug him and bury her face in his lap until he stroked her head.
Draco went and sat in Snape’s chair with a sigh. He didn’t know why Severus was staring at her so intently. Her bum did look sore, but Draco figured Snape had seen that about a hundred times. Malfoy’s hand went to his fly and adjusted his swelling cock. He’d never get tired of watching her. She wasn’t really crying so much as sniffling. He could stand that. It was the bawling that made his dick shrivel.
Severus watched her carefully. The way she bowed her head into the corner suggested she was hiding. Contrite. Cowed was one thing, scared was another. No, she’s not scared. Maybe sad. His disappointment stung her more than the paddle. She was like a rock in every other aspect of her life, a force of nature; but one note displeasure from him, and she cracked like an egg on the pavement. He knew how she felt; he couldn’t stand to see her unhappy either. But he knew she needed the release, and he was touched by her need to please him.
Hermione slowly got her breath back and sighed deeply, resting her head against the wall. She wanted to make Severus proud and prove she was the best witch for him. He wasn’t asking for anything unreasonable. Bloody hell, he’s already made me come like four times today. And that was just sex. He did other things for her too, things people wouldn’t ever suspect. He cooked for her (and made food she liked). He rubbed her feet and held her hand. He marked pages he knew she’d want to read in books and then read them out loud to her if she asked him. He cleaned her clothes when she left them at his house. He listened to her endless tirades over creature injustice without complaint or even an eye roll. He laughed, and he made her laugh . . . and maybe that was the most unexpected thing. She loved the way his lips twitched as if he was testing out facial muscles he’d forgotten about, and then his lips would curl into a smirk. It made her want to kiss his face. Or sit on it.
Draco checked the clock. Granger had been standing in the corner for about ten minutes. He wanted to ask Severus how long this was going to take. I could use some wine. Draco glanced at the Potions master. It didn’t seem like a bright idea to interrupt a man who hadn’t moved a muscle (or blinked) in ten minutes. Snape suddenly tipped his head to one side, and Draco felt as if he were watching a statue come to life.
“Have you calmed down?” Severus murmured to her.
Hermione nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you ready to be my good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come here.”
Hermione went to him, standing as close as she could without touching him.
“Don’t disappoint me tonight, pet.”
Her head shook. “No, sir, I won’t.”
“All right. Put down your skirt." Severus slipped his fingers along the top of her collar, fingering the edge of the black leather. “You still want to wear this, don’t you? Tell me the truth.”
Hermione looked at him as if he were mental. “Yes, sir, of course.”
His hand went to her face, tracing around the contours of the mask. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?"
It was a statement rather than a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes, sir. Yours.”
His lips twitched. “Okay, we can go now.”

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They Flooed to Eros, Severus going first and Draco last. Hermione's heart was starting to skip every time she thought about having to ask someone to spank her. Calvin smiled kindly at her, and she couldn’t help staring at the size of his hands as she smiled back.
“I’m going to see who’s here,” Draco told Severus. “I’ll find you two after I make a quick walkthrough.”
Severus nodded. Her hand was shaking, and he threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed. Taking her through the lounge to the stairs, he led her down to the main floor. It was fairly busy for a Thursday, and he knew she was sizing up potential spankers, terrified at what she’d have to ask them. The actual spankings would be easy compared to her apprehension about asking.
“Would you like to look around first?” he asked her.
Hermione bit her lip then nodded. “Yes, sir.”
They took a leisurely stroll around the room, Severus greeting acquaintances and introducing Hermione as his pet. She responded perfectly. When they’d covered the main hall, he took her to the smaller rooms he knew she liked best. Watching other witches in the same position she’d be in later seemed to make her more nervous this time around.
He leaned down and purred in her ear, “I suggest you get your assignment over with. You’ll feel better if it’s not weighing on your mind.” He thought her teeth were going to worry a hole through her lip. Running his thumb over her lower lip, he got her to stop. “Have you decided whom you’d like to ask first?”
Hermione nodded and pointed discreetly across the room.
“Henry?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right. Let’s go.”
He led her over to Henry, who was watching a blonde witch in dark blue robes cane a thin Asian girl. Severus greeted Henry, and the older man smiled at him.
“Severus! Good to see you again. I see you’ve returned with your new witch.”
“Yes. She has something she’d like to ask you. Go ahead, pet.”
Her heart leapt into her throat, and Hermione choked it back down. “Will you please spank me, sir?” Her voice barely sounded above the din of the room. Her eyes burned with anxious tears. Asking was worse than she’d thought.
Henry smiled at Severus then addressed her, “I would be delighted, my dear. What kind of spanking shall it be?”
Hermione looked at Severus, unsure how to answer. “I . . . I don’t know, sir.”
Severus squeezed her hand. “Spank her the way you want. It’s not a punishment, just an exercise.”
“I see. Well, shall we do it right here, or would you be more comfortable someplace else?”
“I . . . don’t know, sir.” Her eyes went back to Severus.
“Right here’s fine, Henry.”
“Right then, there’s a chair in the back.”
Severus guided her to the back of the room. Henry sat down, and Snape put his hand to her lower back, urging her toward the other man. “It’s all right, pet. Get over his lap. I’m right here.”
Hermione knew she was trembling, but she couldn’t stop. Her hands visibly shook as she bent over his lap. Things got rather drafty as her skirt rode up, and she squeezed her fists to keep from covering herself.
“Well, this looks fresh,” Henry commented, smoothing his hand over her red cheeks. “Have you been here long?”
“No,” Snape answered. “I had to correct her with the paddle before we left. You’re her first foray into stranger spanking.”
“Am I? I’m honored. Did you want me to go to a certain number?”
“No. You'll know what she needs.”
Henry nodded and patted her left cheek. “Just a spanking for fun?”
Snape nodded.
“Right then. Are you ready to start, dear?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
The first slap relaxed her immediately. It didn’t hurt too much and left a nice warmth. He kept going, easy and slow. The more he spanked her, the less scared she was. Every hit had a nice sting, and as it continued, the impending tears that had threatened to emerge when she made her request faded. He wasn’t trying to scare her, and she appreciated that. It was scary enough without any effort on his part.
Severus saw her legs twitch. She was taking it very well, and he wondered if she was enjoying it yet. Henry was a good choice for her, not that he doubted her intuition on the subject. It would be interesting to see whom she picked next. Henry was non-threatening in appearance (at least as long as he wanted to maintain that image), older, and quick to smile. The air of calm control he possessed was a rare quality at Eros.
As the spanking got harder, she got louder; and Severus felt his cock coming to life. She’d been fairly quiet so far. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was scared or if she thought it was what he wanted.
Henry stopped and rubbed her bum. “Can you take more, dear?”
Hermione nodded and croaked, “Yes, sir.”
Henry smiled. “Brave girl."
His hand cracked over her cheek, and she moaned sharply behind her lips. She didn’t kick, but her legs twitched as a reflex. Her hands never attempted to block him; she kept them both on the floor. After twenty decent slaps, he stopped and rubbed her glowing backside.
“Do you need more?” he asked her.
Hermione shook her head. She could have taken more, but she didn’t know if her other selections would be as nice as Henry. It seemed wise to pace herself. “No thank you, sir.”
Henry laughed. “You don’t fancy being over my knee?”
“Oh, it's not that, sir!” she explained quickly. “I do. It was very good. I just . . . I have to . . .”
“She still has to ask three more wizards and one witch, not counting Draco and myself.”
“You have a very busy night ahead of you. I’ll let you go.” Henry helped her up.
Hermione’s head rushed as she stood. “Thank you, sir.”
“My pleasure,” he assured her.
“Tell Henry how much you liked his spanking. Be honest.”
Hermione managed to look Henry in the eye. They were a friendly blue-grey. “I liked the way you spanked me, sir. And thank you for not scaring me.”
Henry laughed as though that were the funniest thing he’d heard in weeks. “I’ll spank you any time you like, dear. Any time.”
Severus took her hand. “Thank you, Henry. I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.”
Hermione let Severus walk her slowly out of the room. Draco was waiting in the doorway, and he followed them out.
“So how was it?” he asked in her ear.
Hermione blushed a little. “It was scary but nice, sir.”
Severus smirked. “You just thanked Henry for not scaring you.”
“Yes, sir. It was scary but not because of anything Henry did.”
“I see. Who’s to be next?”
“Can I chose Draco next, sir?”
“Are you ready, Draco?”
“Sure. Are we doing it out here?”
“Yes. Sit.”
Draco went to the love seat where Hermione had watched Vincent and the blond boy shagging the previous week.
“All right, how many do you want me to give her?” Draco asked Snape as he guided Hermione over his lap.
“See if she’s wet first.”
Hermione spread her legs as Draco pushed past the crotch of her knickers with two fingers.
“She’s wet,” Draco affirmed with a smirk.
“Give her forty. Increase the strength and speed as you go.”
Draco nodded and patted her partially-covered bum. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and tickled her where her skin showed through the heart cut-out. “Ready?” He’d almost called her Granger, biting off the word even as he thought it.
“Yes, sir.”
The first ten were slow and easy. Hermione was about to start humping his leg. The next ten were a little more uncomfortable, making her wince, but still making her horny. After that, she was out of it. His hand came down harder, and she lost count. It hurt enough to make her grunt and whine; she wished that she could be quiet. She could see people’s feet stopping to watch their production. His hand got even harder, and he went so fast she barely had time to breathe. Her eyes squeezed tight, and she mashed her lips together so she wouldn’t say anything wrong.
The pain suddenly stopped, and Draco patted each cheek in turn. Sinking in relief, she gasped and panted as her body relaxed.
“What do you say, pet?” Snape asked her.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome,” Draco said with a smile. “Anything else?”
“Not now,” Snape answered.
Draco helped her up and smoothed down her skirt for her. Severus nodded at Draco and led her away. A cute witch with brunette hair sat down next to Draco and start whispering in his ear.
Severus led her toward the far end of the room and casually asked, “Next?”
Hermione rubbed her bum with her free hand as she scanned the crowd. Three more. Bloody hell. “I’d like to ask Benedict, sir.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “I haven’t seen him yet, but I’m sure he’ll agree.”
“What about Rolph, sir? Is he nice or not? I couldn’t tell.”
“He’ll agree to it.”
He made no further comment, leaving Hermione to wonder if his silence was a confirmation that Rolph wasn’t nice.
“He’s probably somewhere whipping his slave,” Snape muttered, searching the room.
Bollocks! “Maybe we shouldn’t ask him then, sir.”
Snape smirked at her. “No. You’ve chosen. We’ll find him.”
Hermione saw Vi in the distance laughing with Cherry. I’m definitely asking Vi to be my one witch.
Severus pulled her into a room along the back wall, where she’d previously seen Dog Boy and his mistress. Rolph was sitting in a chair watching his strung-up slave girl get fucked by a sizable glass phallus. Hermione was not comforted by the way he was laughing about it.
“Rolph,” Severus greeted the other man.
“Snape,” Rolph said, smiling at them. “Sit down. Patricia’s just started her hour of denial. Care to take a bet on whether she earns another punishment or not?”
“No,” Snape replied, sounding bored. “My pet would like to ask you something.”
“Oh?” Rolph said, raising his eyebrows. “What?”
Hermione tried to look at Rolph, but her eyes kept darting over to the gagged and blindfolded Patricia. “Um . . . would you please spank me, sir?”
Rolph's brow quirked in interest. “Just a spanking?”
Severus nodded. “Yes.”
“Well, I suppose I’ve got the time. Pat’s got a least a half hour before she starts begging. All right then. Bend over the table.”
Hermione didn’t know which table he meant, but she went to the closest one and leaned over the top. She heard Severus and Rolph come up behind her, and then someone, she guessed Rolph, flipped up her skirt.
“Looks like I’m not the first one to do this tonight,” Rolph said, grinning at Snape.
“You’re not the last either,” Snape replied.
“Well, let’s see if we can’t add to that rosy glow, hm?” Rolph hummed.
She heard him rubbing his hands together and then he put one on her lower back and stood next to her hip. The hard lump of his erection pressed into her, and Hermione cringed.
“Open up your legs, girl. Give Severus a nice view.”
Stepping her feet apart, Hermione sealed her lips and fought the urge to cry.
“Wider,” he commanded, slapping her bum.
She squeezed her eyes tight and did as he said.
The first hit caught her off guard, and she let out a surprised “huh.” He didn’t pause. His hand struck her with enough force to make her eyes water. Over and over. It wasn’t the hardest she’d ever been spanked, but it scared her just as much. Her teeth gnashed together, and her jaw muscles bulged as she hissed and grunted through the pain.
Severus watched the tension in her back and legs. He’d have to call a stop to this one soon. Rolph was not a particularly cruel master, but he would push her until she cried; and Severus didn’t want that. He let it go on until she looked and sounded as if she was going to burst into tears. “That’s enough, Rolph.”
The other man stopped, looking at Snape in surprise. “Now?”
“Yes. It’s only her second night here. Maybe some other time.”
Rolph shook his head as if Snape’s logic were flawed. “She’s your witch.”
“Tell Rolph thank you, pet.”
“Thank you, sir,” she panted.
“Yeah." Rolph smirked, running his fingernails up the back of her thigh. “Come and see me when you’re ready to really play.”
Snape nodded. “Have fun.”
“That’s the plan.” Rolph grinned and started to slowly circle the bound Patricia.
“Come along, pet,” Snape murmured to her. “Let’s move on.”
Hermione stood up haltingly and pulled her skirt back into place. Her eyes were still watering, and she sniffled as Snape led her back out to the main hall. His arm stayed around her shoulders, and he kissed the top of her head.
“Benedict’s by the stairs. Are you ready for more?”
No. “Yes, sir.” She didn’t want to miss asking Benedict. He seemed like a much safer bet than the other men she’d seen.
Severus smirked at her weary answer and led her through the shuffling, babbling crowd. Benedict saw them coming and smiled in greeting, meeting them halfway.
“Good to see you two back again. Have you been having a nice evening?”
Hermione didn’t want to lie to him, so she kept her mouth shut.
Snape noticed the way she kept her eyes down. “I believe it’s been a trying night for her."
“That’s not always a bad thing,” Benedict told her.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you busy?” Snape asked.
“Not at all.”
“Pet,” he prodded.
Hermione sighed. “Will you please give me a spanking, sir?”
“That sounds entertaining,” Benedict answered, trying not to laugh at her tight expression. “Shall we sit?”
Severus urged her to follow the other man and patted her rump to get her to bend over him. “Go on, pet. Only two more to go after this.”
Hermione didn’t find that statement very comforting. Her bum was throbbing. Benedict brushed up her skirt, and his fingertips grazed her tender skin.
“You have been busy tonight. How many other people have you asked to do this?”
“Three, sir.”
“Is this a punishment?”
Severus shook his head and sat down on the couch across from them. “No.”
Benedict wanted to spank her, but he could feel her shaking on his lap; she’d looked as if she was going to cry just asking him to do it.
“Let’s see if we can make your night a bit more pleasant,” he whispered to her.
Hermione closed her eyes, sighing as the first slap barely tapped her. He gave her six more light ones then rubbed her rump. Her back relaxed a little, and she wiggled into his hand.
Benedict bit back a laugh. He started again, harder. His cock twitched with each moan. He couldn’t stop picturing how she’d looked last time, coming all over the couch and screaming for Snape. The slaps built until she was whimpering and hissing, then he backed off, grinning when she stuck out her backside for more. His fingers glanced over her gusset, bringing a much more heated sound from her mouth.
“Have you been a good girl for Severus tonight?” he asked, stroking her reddened cheek.
Hermione looked over at Snape, upside down. It seemed impertinent to assess her own behavior.
“He’s asking you, pet,” Snape said.
“Um . . . since we’ve been here, yes, sir.”
Benedict chuckled softly. “That was a very careful answer. Were you not good before you arrived?”
“I had to be corrected before we left the house, sir.”
Benedict traced his finger along the high leg of her knickers. “And how did he correct you?”
“With a paddle, sir,” she answered with a blush.
“Was it what you needed?”
“Yes, sir.”
Benedict smiled at Severus. “Has she met your expectations tonight?”
“Yes. So far.”
“Do you mind?” Benedict asked him, indicating her pussy.
Severus waved in agreement. “Don’t let her come.”
Benedict nodded and slid one finger under the back of her knickers, ghosting over her damp pubic hair. His finger slid easily through her slippery slit, and he gave Snape an impressed look. “She’s drenched. Have you enjoyed your spankings tonight, my dear?”
Hermione rolled her hips toward his finger. “Um . . . mostly, sir.”
“Rolph was a bit rough with her,” Severus explained.
“Hmm. I bet so.”
His finger tickled right at the opening of her pussy, and she bucked. “Mm!”
Benedict grinned and pulled away. “Just a little more spanking, I think. You want to show Severus how good you are, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent.” His hand hit her heated cheek, and he watched with amusement as she rolled her hips fitfully in his lap. Every new slap got a soft sound of pleasure from her. When she started to grind against him too much, he slapped her harder and was rewarded with a lewd parting of her legs. He had to stop and laugh. “Bloody hell, Severus. Is she always like this?”
Snape nodded.
“I call next,” Lucius said from out of nowhere.
Severus and Benedict both looked up to find Lucius watching the scene from the small crowd nearby. He closed in on them, sitting next to Severus.
“Lucius,” Snape said evenly.
“I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses and let this pretty filly out for a run.”
“She is not ‘out for a run,'” Snape replied. “It’s a simple spanking.”
Lucius rolled his eyes. “How original.”
“If it doesn’t suit your tastes, leave.”
“And miss the chance to break in a new girl? I think I’ll stay.”
Snape gave Benedict a careful look before Lucius could see. “You give her ten, Lucius, and that’s it.”
“Ten? You know I need at least twenty.”
“Ten. And if you make her cry, you’ll never use that hand again,” Snape said quietly.
A smile slowly curled the corner of Lucius’s mouth. “What has this witch done to you?”
“Nothing. It is what I desire this night. If you don’t like my rules, go play with someone else.”
“No crying,” Lucius muttered. “How novel. Very well. Let me give her twenty, and I promise that her eyes won’t even be wet when I’m through with her. I’ll make no such promises about the state of her knickers, but her eyes will be dry.”
Snape saw no deception in Lucius’s face. “Very well. Pet, tell Benedict thank you and come over here and ask Lucius for a spanking.”
Hermione was shaking from anxiety and anger. She did not want Lucius touching her. Severus must have some reason for this. Benedict helped her to stand and kissed her hand when she thanked him. He whispered, “Don’t worry,” and smiled at her.

Her heart felt like a slashing axe in her chest as she faced Severus and Lucius. Snape’s black eyes never blinked; he seemed to be trying to communicate by telepathy. She wasn’t telepathic; the only message she got was "careful." I think that’s pretty obvious.
Lucius was half sneering, half smiling at her; she put her hands behind her back so he wouldn’t see them balling into fists. It was important he not recognize her voice. “Please spank me, sir,” she forced herself to whisper.
Lucius waved his hand at his knee, and she gave his black trousers a wary look. He had on a loose white shirt like a pirate; she wanted to dump a bucket of slugs down the front of it. No slugs to be found, and not wanting to embarrass Severus, she set her jaw and started to get over the elder Malfoy’s lap. Severus moved closer so her head would be right next to him then motioned for her to rest on the couch. She saw Draco slide out of the crowd and sit just across from her next to Benedict. He looked tense and didn’t blink as he greeted their host.
“Draco,” Lucius greeted him. “Here to learn something, or are you hoping to get her next?”
“No, Father, I’ve already had her tonight.”
Lucius’s smile disappeared. “Is that so? I guess that’s why the job isn’t finished.”
Severus covered Hermione’s hand with his. “Twenty, Lucius. Don’t make me regret this.”
Hermione squeezed Snape’s fingers, and he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
“Yes, I recall,” Lucius drawled, studying Snape for a few seconds. The way Snape was gripping his wand didn't escape his notice. What the hell’s gotten into him? “You can take your hand off your wand, Severus. I do know how to restrain myself.”
Snape nodded but didn’t release his wand.
Lucius pushed up her skirt and pressed his hand to her brick-red bum. “This is lovely. Maybe Draco isn’t as useless as I’d assumed.”
Hermione gave Draco a sad look. He didn’t seem fazed by the insult at all.
Lucius whacked her sore bum, and Hermione breathed out through her nose, refusing to make any other sound. It actually didn’t hurt that much. If it had been anyone else, she probably would have enjoyed it. She could feel the sleeves of his shirt drag over her sensitive skin like a wispy breeze on her burning backside. He went slowly, and she wished he’d just get it over with.
Lucius dragged out his twenty swats just to keep everybody in suspense. They all act as though I’m a bloody barbarian. Don’t make her cry. Ha! As if I had no self control. Me. The nerve. And what is going on with Severus? He was never this stingy when we used to share witches. Or a bed. He’s holding her hand for Merlin’s sake. Who the hell is this? I know every witch at Eros. And why is Draco being afforded such privilege? Does he know who she is? Or is Severus just trying to help him? She does seem awfully young. This is a fine arse, but it’s the arse of a girl. No way is she over twenty. Is Snape fucking his students now? She must have finished school in the last couple of years. Was she really in Slytherin, or did Snape just give her that tie? Damn, what number was that?
Hermione counted in her head, ready to leap up as soon as he finished. She was surprised that he wasn’t hurting her. Maybe he’s scared of Snape. Her bum felt worn out. She wanted to go sit on a block of ice when they got home.
“That’s twenty, Lucius. Let her up,” Snape said calmly. Lucius hadn’t tried a single trick, which only made him more suspicious.
Lucius patted her bum, smirking at Snape. “Are you sure she wants to? She seems quite comfortable.”
“Get up and tell Lucius thank you, pet.”
Hermione climbed backward out of Lucius’s lap and smoothed down her skirt. “Thank you, sir,” she said quickly and darted to the other side of Snape. She didn’t have her wand with her, and she felt out of sorts. It bothered her that Lucius had made her feel something other than disgust.
Lucius quirked one brow, observing the way Severus reached out for her and casually slipped his hand under her skirt, asserting his ownership. Snape pulled her close and whispered to her, both his hands rubbing her red rump. How sweet. The most dangerous man I know is going to kiss her and make it better.
Severus took her hand and stood. “If you’ll excuse us, we have further plans.”
Lucius nodded but studied them carefully as they walked off. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was in love with her. “Draco.”
Draco cut off his conversation with Benedict. “Yes?”
“Do you know Snape’s new girl?”
“No.”
“You didn’t go to school with her?”
“If I had, school would have been a lot more interesting.”
“Maybe someone a couple of years older?”
“She doesn’t look familiar.”
“Are you lying to me?” Lucius asked sharply, peering at Draco.
“About Snape’s toy? What do I care who he fucks?”
Lucius held his gaze a few moments longer, then nodded. “Tell me if you find out.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Like he’d ever tell me.”
Lucius nodded distractedly and wandered off.
When Lucius was gone, Benedict gave Draco a searching look, as if he didn’t know whether Draco was as honorable as he’d originally thought.
Draco gave him a slow grin, making it clear that he’d been playing the old man.
Benedict answered it with smile of his own. “Do you always lie to your father like that?”
Draco shrugged. “I learned from the best.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Snape knew Hermione planned to ask Vi to spank her, and he led her toward Vi’s usual spot. “I had to do it, pet. It would have been suspicious if I brushed him off again.”
Hermione nodded, still confused by what had happened and how it made her feel.
“Lucius can be quite controlled when he wants to be. Hell, he does it all the time. I wouldn’t have let him hurt you.”
Hermione nodded again. Her brain was racing around, trying to function amid the effects of five spankings.
Snape dragged her over to the wall, pulling her away from the throng of people. He tipped up her chin and looked in her eyes. “Tell me how you’re doing.”
Hermione stared up at him, her mouth and brain on different wavelengths.
He didn’t need to dig that deeply. Her mind was so open he could have jumped in and strolled around through it. Severus could understand her confusion. Lucius was not a trustworthy person, but he was a talented lover. It seemed she was disgusted by her own waning disgust. He smirked in relief. He had thought she was angry . . . or sick. “It all right, love. I know. You’re allowed to hate someone and like the way they touch you.”
She closed her eyes. Stop looking in my head.
Severus ran his finger along her chin. “Open your eyes, love.”
Hermione sighed and looked at him again.
“That’s better. Did you like what Lucius did to you?”
She let out a short breath. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you wish he would die a grisly death?”
Hermione smiled softly. “No, sir.”
“Do you want him to find out how wet you are?”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “I . . . I don’t . . . I mean . . . sort of but . . . not really, sir.”
“Do you want me to find out how wet you are?”
She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
He leaned down closer to her as if he was going to kiss her, and Hermione gasped as he stopped an inch away; she felt his hand on her inner thigh, easing up under her skirt to touch the front of her knickers.
“Hm. Very good, pet. After your next spanking, I might let you come.”
Hermione swallowed hard. She wanted him to kiss her, to make her feel better. Her body and brain felt rattled and on fire. He kissed the top of her head and took her hand again, leading her to the back corner where they’d talked to Vi before.
Violet greeted them when they got there and hugged Hermione. “I’m so glad to see you again. How has your night been?”
“Long.”
Cherry laughed. “What’s Snape been making you do?”
“I had to ask four wizards to spank me, and I still have to ask a witch. Will you spank me, Vi?”
Vi shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I’m not very good at it. But I’ll do it to help you out.”
“I’ll do it,” Cleo said. “Vi can’t spank worth a damn.”
Vi smiled. “Yes. Let Cleo. She’s very good.”
Hermione nodded and turned to Severus. “That’s all right, isn’t it, sir?”
“Yes. Go ask her like you’re supposed to.”
Hermione walked over to Cleo’s chair. She looked pretty in a gold lamé teddy. Hermione stood next to her lap and said, “May I please have a spanking . . . uh . . . miss?”
They all laughed, and Cleo scooted to the edge of the squashy arm chair. “That’s fine,” Cleo said, trying to be serious. “Come on, let’s see what kind of damage Snape’s done tonight.”
Hermione got over her lap and could smell her perfume. Honeysuckle. Cleo pushed up her skirt and put a cool hand against Hermione’s skin.
“Bloody hell, Snape. Give this girl a break. Her bum looks like a pomegranate.”
Severus smiled. “Just give her what you think she needs.”
“She needs a poultice,” Angel muttered.
Cleo snickered and patted her, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, miss.”
Cleo gave her a good first whack, and Hermione dug her fingers into the rug. Apparently witches could hit just as hard as wizards. Nine more came fairly quickly, and then she stopped and rubbed Hermione’s bum.
“That’s enough. You’re not going to be able to sit tomorrow.” Cleo patted her a couple times. “Unless you’re being punished for something?”
“She’s not,” Snape answered.
“Then up you get. Go ask Snape to kiss it better.”
Hermione smiled and backed off Cleo’s legs. “Thank you, miss.”
“Okay, stop with the miss,” Cleo said, grinning.
Snape waved her over to the couch, and when she got there, he pulled her down to straddle his lap. “All right, you pass. My turn will come later. I’ll let you chose the course you take next. You want to touch Vi again, don’t you?”
“Um . . . yes, sir.”
“We can play here or we can go downstairs. Which would you prefer?”
“I don’t mind being here, sir. There aren’t too many people around, and . . . we’re in a corner. And, um . . . I sort of told Draco he could watch, sir.”
Snape nodded with a small smirk. “I’ll go get him. Stay here with Vi until I get back.”
Hermione nodded and slid off his lap onto the couch, trying to stay off her bum as much as possible.
“Are you up for some fun, Vi?” he asked.
“Do you really need to ask?”
Snape smirked. “We know someone who wants to watch. I’ll go find him.”
Vi waited until he was gone and then nudged Hermione. “So how much does your arse hurt?”
Hermione smiled. “A lot.”
Cherry picked up a glass of wine. “So who’d you ask? How bad was it?”
Hermione shook her head. “Oh, it wasn’t that bad. I was scared out of my mind more than it hurt.”
They all smiled as if they knew just what she meant.
“I asked Henry first.”
Vi grinned. “Good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. And he was very nice about it.”
“He’s a good spanker,” Angel said softly. “Who was next?”
“Draco was next; but he’s spanked me a bunch of times before, so that wasn’t scary.”
“Draco Malfoy?” Vi asked.
“Yes.”
“He’s spanked you a bunch of times before?” Cherry asked.
Hermione realized they were all looking at each other, trying to figure that out. “Um . . . yes. I sort of . . . know him outside of Eros. And he’s, kind of, friends with Severus.”
“How was he?” Angel asked.
“Oh, he’s quite good at it now.”
Cherry smiled lightly. “She means, is he as perverse as his father?"
“Oh. No, not at all. He’s actually been very kind to me. Well . . . maybe kind is too strong a word. But he’s definitely not his father.”
“Where’d you go next?” Cherry asked.
“Rolph,” Hermione answered, looking as though she wished she’d chosen differently.
“Rolph might be a little rough for a beginner,” Angel commented. “How was it?”
“He hit me the hardest of anyone tonight.”
“Did you cry?” Cleo asked.
“No. Severus stopped him just when I was about to lose it.”
Cleo looked around the group with a smirk. “Did he? Very chivalrous.”
Vi held back a laugh. “Rolph isn’t really mean, he just likes tears and shouting. If you’d have yelled and begged, he probably would have gone easier on you.”
“Sounds charming,” Hermione muttered.
They all laughed, and Cleo asked, “So who else?”
“Benedict was after that. He was very good at it and nice. I met him last time, so it wasn’t quite as scary.”
Vi nodded. “Benedict’s good at giving you what you need. He can be ruthless if it’s asked of him.”
“I’ve seen him fuck a witch to tears and thirty minutes later spank a witch like she was made of porcelain,” Cherry added. “He plays whatever part is needed of him. Although, mostly, he only shags Clairisse now.”
“You said four, right?” Vi counted on her fingers. “Who was last?”
Hermione grimaced. “Lucius.”
They all looked at her as if she were mental.
“It wasn’t by choice,” she said before they could comment. “He sort of invited himself.”
“Well, he’s good at that,” Cherry muttered. “How much did he hurt you?”
“He didn’t.”
They all looked at each other in shock.
“He didn’t?” Vi asked. “What happened?”
“Severus wouldn’t let him. He said he could only give me twenty, and then I think he threatened him. I couldn’t quite hear.”
“And Lucius did it? He just gave you twenty, and it didn’t hurt?”
Hermione nodded, starting to feel as though she’d gotten away with something. “It was good. I mean, he gives me the creeps, and I just wanted to get off his lap, but it was good.”
“I wonder what Snape said to him,” Cleo mused.
“Probably not much. Would you risk crossing Snape?” Vi smirked.
Cherry snorted into her wine, picturing Snape glaring at Lucius the whole time.
Vi grinned at Hermione. “So Snape’s been protecting you. Interesting. We saw you last week by the way. Brilliant show.”
Hermione blushed and looked at her hands as she smiled. “How much did you see?”
“Oh, everything,” Vi said with a grin. “We were all trying to decide if we’d ever seen Snape smile before.”
“I didn’t even know he had teeth,” Cleo muttered.
Cherry laughed. “I did.”
Hermione smiled to herself.
“Shh,” Angel hissed. “Here he comes.”
Hermione looked up as Severus and Draco came around the small cluster of furniture. Severus introduced him to everyone, and Draco looked around for where to sit. Angel was sitting on a chair that could have easily been for two, and Draco asked her politely if he could share. Angel looked a little worried, but Snape gave her an encouraging nod.
“It’s all right, Angel. He’s safe.”
Angel budged over so Draco could sit with her. They looked like pale, blonde cousins sitting together, and Hermione wondered if Snape was right about Draco being attracted to witches who resembled himself.
Severus sat by Hermione and ran his hand up her thigh. “How far do you want to go tonight?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Ask Vi to touch you.”
Hermione didn’t know why he couldn’t ask her; she’d been asking people things all night. “Will you touch me again, Vi?”
Violet smiled at her and moved in closer to put her hand on her leg. “Like this or more?”
Snape nodded. “Like that for now. Do the same thing to her, pet.”
Hermione bit her lip and nodded, resting her hand on Violet’s thigh. Her skin was warm, and Hermione stroked over her black stockings. Vi had on a pretty set of purple and black underwear. A short black corset was around her middle, and black stockings and shoes completed the look. Hermione thought there were a few blue strands in her hair that weren’t there the last time.
When Vi moved higher, Hermione moved higher. Stockings gave way to bare skin, and Hermione skimmed the other witch’s soft inner thighs. She knew her hand was shaking again, but Vi didn’t say anything; she just kept stroking Hermione’s leg as if she were trying to keep her calm.
“Very nice, pet. Do you want to see her tits again?”
She nodded.
“Ask her.”
Hermione let out a short nervous sigh and whispered to Violet, “Is it all right if I do what I did last time?”
Severus considered saying that that wasn’t good enough, but Vi was already taking off her bra.
“You too,” Vi said, gesturing at her with a smile.
Hermione looked at Severus. He smirked at her worried expression.
“Do it for her, Vi. I want to watch.”
Vi smiled at her and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Hermione couldn’t stop staring at her stiff nipples. It had been fun touching and licking them last time; she could almost taste the other witch. She got off Hermione’s shirt and tie, and Severus unhooked her bra. Hermione shivered as Vi carefully pulled it off, leaving her nude from the waist up. Her own nipples were going as hard as Vi’s
“I love your tits,” Vi grinned. “May I?”
Hermione nodded then shuddered as Vi grazed her fingers over her left breast, each fingertip bumping over her pebbled peak. She pushed her gently, and Hermione lay back until her head was on Snape’s lap. He stoked her face, and Vi moved her around until one foot was on the seat and the other on the floor, her legs spread. Vi crawled over her and kissed all over one breast until her lips found Hermione’s nipple. She licked at the bud until Hermione thought she would lose her mind. It was so soft. When Vi sucked the pointed tip into her mouth, Hermione moaned loudly, arching her back. Her hands went to the other witch's shoulders, and she ran them down her back. She could feel the oily juice of her pussy rolling past her lips.
Vi sucked on the other tit, smiling at how quickly the girl had gone from petrified to passionate. They’d switch places soon, and she would enjoy letting the younger witch explore her again. Snape was teasing the exposed neck arched over his knee, and Vi saw him plucking the nipple she wasn’t sucking.
Draco was seriously regretting his choice in trousers. The slim cut of tailored clothing was great as long as a wizard’s cock was calm. He winced as he crossed his legs. Just take it out; it’s nothing these witches haven’t see before. He glanced at the blonde witch next to him. She was smiling softly, watching Granger go at it with the pretty punk witch on the couch. It was hard to tell how old she was. Maybe thirties. There were tiny lines around her eyes, but otherwise, she looked young. He leaned over and whispered to her, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but do you mind if I . . . ?”
Angel glanced at his face then down at where his hand was resting on his bulging crotch. She smiled. “Take it out?”
“Yes,” he breathed, relieved she wasn’t glaring at him or pulling away in disgust.
“It’s all right,” she whispered.
Draco didn’t waste any time; he unfastened his trousers as soon as she finished the sentence, sighing as his dick stopped feeling like origami.
Angel stifled a giggle. She didn’t want him to think she was laughing at him. He was just a boy, and his ego might be bruised. He is a Malfoy. He probably has ego to spare.
Vi leaned back, pulling Hermione on top of her. Hermione left the safety of Snape’s lap and leaned over her, kissing her chest a few times before starting on her nipples. It was much easier the second time. She wasn’t as scared. Vi tasted like sugar cookies, and Hermione teased the witch’s tits with her tongue before latching onto one.
Vi moaned and arched up into the girl’s mouth. She smiled as the young witch got more comfortable, getting on her knees and sticking her arse in the air—right in Snape’s face. If she wasn’t so distracted by the lips on her tit she would have laughed.
Severus got up and stood at Hermione’s hip. She was a little low, but he bent down and ran his hand over the curve of her upturned buttocks. He heard her whimper into Vi’s chest and smirked. “Since you offered, I’ll take my turn now.”
His hand clapped over her sore bum, and Hermione gasped around Vi’s breast. It made her suck harder, and the other witch didn’t object. He went slowly; Hermione was torn between the heat in her bum and the feel of Vi’s hard nipple on her tongue. With only a small whine of pain, she went to the other breast and sealed her lips around the pink areola. Glancing over at Draco and Angel, she smiled at Draco’s exposed cock and Angel’s surreptitious spying on it. Wonder if she’s slept with anyone since David died? Probably not. It’s only been a year. OW! Take it easy, Severus. Nonono, not my pussy. Oh God, I was wrong; do it again.
Snape gave her pussy one last slap then rubbed her crimsoned cheeks. Her bum felt at least ten degrees hotter than the rest of her, and he could smell her through her knickers. Pressing the cotton into her slit, he mopped up her soaked center. “Do you want to see Vi’s pussy, pet?”
OhmyGod. “Um . . . yes, sir.”
Vi smiled at them both and shimmied her knickers down her hips.
“Take them off her, pet.”
Hermione’s hands shook as she rolled Vi’s knickers down her legs. When she saw her bush, she smiled. Her pubic hair was as magenta as the hair on her head, one blue stripe up the middle.
Vi saw her grinning and laughed. “Do you like it?”
“It’s pretty. Very coordinated.”
Snape pinched his temples then smiled too. “Touch her, pet. Use your fingers.”
Hermione nervously bit her lip, putting her fingers to Vi’s pussy. It felt just like her own, except her pubic hair was exceedingly silky. She couldn’t stop petting it. “Do you do something to make it this soft?”
Vi smiled and nodded. “Conditioner and oil.”
“It’s brilliant,” Hermione muttered.
Severus couldn’t take his eyes off her hand. “Find out how wet she is,” he rumbled.
Hermione went lower and gently traced Vi’s lips. Her fingertip got wet and shiny, and she stared at it as if she’d never seen pussy juice before. Going back for more, she pushed in a little deeper, her fingertip disappearing into Vi’s slit. She pulled out again and rubbed her thumb over her finger, testing the feel of foreign lube.
“Lick your finger, love. Tell me how she tastes.”
Hermione brought her hand to her face and smelled it before licking her finger clean. It was sort of musky and sweet. There wasn’t really enough for her to get a good idea, so she put her fingers to Vi’s lips again, gathering more for assessment. Trying again, she tasted the shine on her finger. “Um . . . I don’t know, sir. Sort of tangy and sweet I guess.”
“You'd better go in for a better taste,” he said, smiling at Vi. “Spread her open. I want to see you lick that pretty, pink pussy.”
Hermione gave Vi a wide-eyed look then stared at the furry clam between her legs. Why is this so scary? It’s not like I don’t have the same parts. Using one hand, she carefully spread Vi open and found a slight variation of her own pussy. Vi was a little more brown where she was pink and red. And her inner lips were a little bigger, hiding her opening. White cream adorned the creases, and Hermione ran one finger over Vi’s fleshy clit. Vi moaned softly and pulled up her knees, giving her a clearer view.
Her hand was still shaking, but she slid a finger through Vi’s folds, finding her slick entrance and slowly easing inside. It mostly felt like fingering herself; it was just totally different doing it to another person. It all seemed very intimate; she was entering another person’s body. Hermione felt the same way when she fingered Snape’s arse.
Her finger disappeared, and the soft, wet walls closed around the digit. Vi’s juice felt thin, as if she were just getting turned on. Hermione always felt very slippery, like liquid silk. Would Vi feel like that if Hermione made her orgasm? Pulling her finger back out, she inspected it then sucked it clean. Draco grunted softly.
Vi giggled and glanced over at him. “You’ve found another fan.”
Hermione smiled and blushed then decided to just bite the bullet and lick her. Lowering her face to Vi’s muff, she took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. It was musky and just a tiny bit tart like lemon juice. Sticking out her tongue, she took a tentative lick, right over Vi’s clit. It didn’t taste bad. It was strange, but not bad. She tried it again. There was definitely a tangy under-taste but mostly it was salty and sweet. Sort of like lemon chicken . . . with some kind of musky sweet cream sauce glazing it. Is this what Severus thinks about when he’s licking me? She started to slowly lap Vi’s folds, focusing on her clit. Vi moaned louder and rolled her hips closer.
“Good girl,” Snape murmured, slipping his finger along her damp knickers. His dick seemed more than happy with the scene. Going to have to fuck you soon. He just needed to watch a little longer. “Lovely.”

The more she did it, the braver she got. Two of her fingers slid into Vi’s passage; she felt her getting wetter the more she licked. When Vi started to rock against her, she sucked her clit and wiggled her tongue back and forth over it. Vi bucked into her face, and Hermione held onto the side of her hip with one hand to still her a little. How does Severus breathe when he does this? He’s usually got his nose buried in my clit.
“That’s it, pet. She’s getting closer. Flatten your tongue, cover more area. You want her to come, don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she answered, muffled by Vi’s muff.
“You know how you like the steady beat of the shower head on your clit?”
“Uh huh.”
“Tongue her clit quick and steady like the water. Don’t stop.”
She could do that. Her fingers were moving more easily, greased by Vi’s increased lubrication. She was starting to appreciate how quickly Draco picked up her oral directives. This is hard. Vi got very still, and Hermione felt as if her tongue was going to cramp. She didn’t want to quit. Vi had made her climax last week, and she wanted to return the favor.
“She’s almost there, pet,” Snape purred. “Work that clit like you mean it.”
Hermione moaned as Severus rubbed her gusset, patting her lips and making her pussy throb.
“Yes,” Vi whispered, and her back arched hard, her head digging into the armrest as she came.
Hermione kept going, not stopping until Vi sank down and started breathing again. Sitting back on her heels, she held Vi open and studied her glistening hole. It was very slick now, and Hermione ran her finger through the shine.
Severus opened his trousers and knelt behind Hermione, patting her arse to get it back up in the air. “Good girl. Lick Vi clean while I fuck you.”
Hermione's stomach flipped as Severus pulled down her knickers. His cock slid into her like a knife through warm butter. She was so wet there was no resistance. It was a shock to her system though. The need for him to simply touch her was pushed past sensory overload. He hadn’t even fingered her all night, and now he was shoving his cock into her all at once. Her head reeled even as she lapped the sparkle from Vi’s folds.
Severus needed her to come. His cock was aching after watching all that. Seeing her face nuzzled between Vi’s thighs had made him hard in an instant (not that he didn’t already have a head start). He wanted to take off that mask and lick her face clean. Her pussy tightened around him, purposely squeezing him. He didn’t know if she was doing it for her own pleasure or to drive him mad. “Come for me, love. Keep your face in that pussy.”
Hermione moaned into Vi as Snape’s finger found her clit. He was pounding against her g-spot, and the touch to her swollen clit pushed her over the edge. The tension wound tight in her pelvis and then snapped, loosing a small stream along his cock. Shaking and moaning, she rode through the tempest.
Snape gritted his teeth, holding off a little longer. He wanted to fuck her hard and explode inside her willing recesses. When she stopped shaking, he pulled out and grabbed her by the waistband, hauling her off of Vi.
“Up,” he growled.
Hermione was yanked up and spun around so fast her head swam; it took her a second to realize that Snape had shoved her against the wall to the right of Cleo’s chair. Her knickers had fallen and were dangling precariously off one foot. His hands were under her bum, and he lifted her, pinning her to the wall with his chest. She wrapped both legs around him, and he shoved his cock back inside her, making her whimper and bang her head on the wall.
Severus grunted as her heat engulfed him again. He fucked her hard and fast, his lips fierce against hers as he licked Vi’s flavor from her mouth.
Cleo leaned away from the fury of Snape’s fucking and gave the other witches an amused smile, pressing her hand to her mouth when she saw Cherry silently laughing. Vi looked pretty amused as well, and Angel was staring at them in shock as Draco whispered something in her ear. None of them had ever seen Snape kiss anyone before, and he was fucking the girl hard enough to drive her through the wall.
Vi sat up, not taking her eyes off either of them as she blindly found her bra and knickers. She didn’t know how that girl wasn’t covered in bruises all the time. Snape was thrusting into her like a maniacal piston. And he’s going to eat off her face. Vi almost started giggling. Snape didn’t kiss. And Snape didn’t smile. Whoever that witch was, he was in love with her. Vi saw Cleo lean as far as she could towards Angel, her face scrunched up in silent cackles, her hand holding in any sound. Vi had to seal her own lips tight to keep from laughing.
Angel smiled, happy that Snape had found someone for whom he obviously felt something. Draco had seen everyone’s surprise when Snape started kissing the masked girl, and he’d leaned over and told her, “If you think that’s weird, you should see how he is when they’re alone.” Angel wondered how well Draco knew the couple and what else Snape could possibly do that could be considered more out of character.
Severus felt the raging in his balls boil over; he jerked his hips hard as he grunted into her mouth. Relief shot out of his cock, and he ground into her, getting it as deep as possible. He wanted to take her home, tie her to the bed, and watch it ooze back out. Mine. The pounding in his ears was so loud he didn’t hear her soft whispering for about a minute. Feeling the soft flutter of her breath on his ear, he tried to focus on what she was saying.
“Thank you, sir. Fuck. So good,” she panted.
“Mine,” was all he could manage. His heart was doing the flamenco in his chest.
“Yes, sir,” she sighed happily. “All yours. I love you.”
He smiled a tired smile and slowly pulled out of her. “Home.”
Hermione held back a laugh. His grunted sentences were sweetly simple, and if he kept growling it in her ear like that, she was going to need another round. “Yes, sir.”
Severus set her down and led her back to the couch, falling into it and zipping his trousers as he watched her fiddle with her knickers until they were put right. His breathing slowed, and he realized they were all staring at him (except Draco who looked nonplused even with his dick straining toward his stomach). “What?”
“Oh nothing,” Vi said, hooking her bra and smoothing her hair back into place with a smile.
Snape took Hermione’s bra from her hand and shoved in his pocket. “Just put on your shirt. Let’s go.”
He held up her shirt for her, and Hermione slid in her arms. Severus turned her around and buttoned two buttons, just covering her chest.
“Tell Vi thank you,” he growled in a tired voice.
Hermione blushed and smiled at Vi. “Thank you, Vi. I had fun.”
“No problem. Anytime you two want to play, I’m here.”
Snape rubbed his face, looking exhausted. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Are you two leaving?” Draco asked.
Severus nodded. “Be good.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “The best.”
Snape smirked and stood. “Say good night, love.”
Hermione smiled at the small group. “Good night, everyone.”
Snape led her off, and Cherry burst out laughing. “Everyone just saw what I saw, right?”
“I was trying not to look,” Cleo answered with a snicker.
Vi nodded. “I’ve never seen someone make love to another person that violently before. He’s a walking oxymoron.”
“I’ve never seen him kiss anyone, have you?” Angel asked.
They all shook their heads.
“Draco says they’re like this all the time.”
Cherry grinned at him. “Is he in love with her?”
They were all staring at him, and he wished his dick wasn’t out. He didn’t think he could get it back in his trousers yet. “I think so, but he won’t say it.”
“Wow,” Vi said, looking stunned. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Me either,” Cherry said, downing the rest of her wine. “If Snape can find someone, maybe there’s hope for the rest of us.”
Cleo studied Draco. “Are you friends with them?”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Snape’s girl says you’re good at spanking.”
Draco snickered at Hermione’s new title. “She would know.”
Angel nodded. “She also says you’re not like your father.”
Draco didn’t know if that was totally true, but at least sexually, it wasn’t a lie. “I’m not into blood play . . . or torture.”
“I’ll let you spank me if you let me spank you,” Cleo offered.
Draco did a double take of the dark-haired witch. She was sexy in a fancy dress kind of way. The Cleopatra look was a bit over the top, but he wasn’t going to turn her down over that. “Who goes first?”
Cleo laughed. “He’s definitely not his father. I spank you first. If everything goes well, you can spank me.”
Draco rubbed his lip. “Will you make me come?”
Cleo looked as though she was considering it. “How?”
“I’m past the point of caring.”
Angel sputtered out a laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you.”
Draco raised one eyebrow in amusement. “No?”
“No. You’ve been very polite. I’m just starting to feel bad for you,” she said, eyeing his dick. “Let Cleo spank you, and I’ll get you off.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I can make it that long.”
Cherry snorted into her new glass of wine. “Then your troubles will be over.”
“No. They’ll start all over when I spank her.”
They laughed and Cleo grinned. “Sounds like you’re in.”
Draco ran his hand over his hair. “Yeah, I’m in. But not out here. I’ll never hear the end of it from Father if he finds out.”
“We can go downstairs. What’s your safe word?”
“Salazar. What’s yours?”
“Antony.”
“What about you, Angel? You’re still in, right? What’s your safe word?”
“Mercy.”
“Antony and Mercy. Got it.”
Cleo looked across at Cherry. “You and Vi want to watch me smack some Malfoy arse?”
Cherry grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
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