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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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35 - Rough Day at the Office
Severus had been standing outside her office since 11:55. He knew she went to lunch at noon. But it was ten after, and she still hadn’t shown. Heaving out a perturbed sigh, he went in to find her.
Going to the first desk, he asked the curly-headed witch sitting at a self-typing typewriter, “Is Hermione Granger in?”
The witch studied him for a few seconds. “Maybe.”
He rolled his eyes. “Is she or isn’t she?”
“Who wants to know?”
Her keeper. “Severus Snape,” he said through clenched teeth. Don’t you read the bloody papers?
“Oh,” she said as if she suddenly knew him. “Well . . . she’s sort of indisposed right now.”
“She will be eating lunch today, won’t she?”
“I hope so. She looks pretty weak. She’s still in with the mediwitch.”
Mediwitch? “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve no idea.”
“Where is she?”
“In Mr. Dune’s office,” she said, glancing toward the closed door to her right. “Wait, you can’t just go in there!”
Try and stop me, lady. He burst through the door to find Hermione sitting in a chair while a young mediwitch took her pulse. A middle-aged man was leaning on the desk, a frown of concern on his face. They all looked up at Snape in surprise.
“Severus!” Hermione smiled softly. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to take you to lunch. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She sighed as if it had all been a misunderstanding.
“She almost fainted,” said the dark-haired man. “Went white as a sheet. Oh, I’m Ricter Dune,” he said, holding out his hand.
Severus grudgingly shook it. The man looked friendly enough, but you never could tell.
“Her pulse is normal. No fever,” said the mediwitch. “You look a bit worn out,” she said, giving Hermione an understanding look. “Have you been sleeping much? Or eating?”
Hermione stared guiltily at the floor. “Not so much.”
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did you have for breakfast this morning?”
She didn’t look at him. “Juice.”
“And?”
“Juice.”
“That’s it? I’ve seen you eat two eggs and a stack of pancakes before. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t hungry.”
He knew why. “Well, you’re going to eat now. I’m going to take you home and feed you myself.”
“Yes, sir,” she muttered.
Ricter gave the mediwitch a half-amused, half-shocked look.
Severus saw it. Fuck you both. I don’t need to explain our relationship to either of you. He crouched down and took her hand, blocking out their audience. “What did I tell you about scaring me?”
Hermione met his eye and smiled cautiously. “I’m sorry.”
He nodded. “You keep saying that. Let’s go home, and you can tell me again while you’re eating.”
Hermione gave him a real smile. He didn’t seem quite as tense as he had that morning. Maybe he’d gotten more sleep. Wish I could.
“Take the rest of the day, Hermione,” Ricter said. “In fact, maybe you should take off tomorrow too.”
“Oh no!” Hermione said, her brow pinching in a distraught line. “I can’t miss tomorrow. I have too much to do.”
He smiled. “The petition organization can wait until Monday. And everyone will just have to do their own research for a day. They’re starting to take you for granted.”
“I don’t know,” she said doubtfully.
“He’s right, love,” Severus said, standing. “You need to catch up on the sleep you’ve missed. I’ll give you something after lunch.”
Ricter smiled at her. "Get some rest, Hermione. I was beginning to think you were superhuman.”
“May we use your Floo?” Severus asked.
“Yes, of course,” Ricter said, waving them toward the hearth. “That sounds safest. No offense, Hermione, but I wouldn’t even want you Apparating across the room right now.”
“If you feel bad again, just come into St. Mungo’s and ask for me, Janice,” the mediwitch told her.
“Thank you,” Hermione said, letting Severus guide her toward the fireplace.
“Let me go first,” Snape said. “I don’t want something happening to you in the ten seconds it takes me to show up. Thank you for taking care of her, Mr. Dune, Janice.”
“Oh please,” Ricter replied with a soft laugh. “We love her. They're all going to be up to their ears in books without her around to answer their questions tomorrow.”
“Nice to see you, Professor,” Janice said, smirking at his back.
Snape arched one eyebrow at her. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you, Miss Killbourn. I distinctly remember you melting your cauldron in your sixth year. That you became a Mediwitch frightens me beyond comprehension.” He tossed the powder into the fire. “Number twelve Grimmauld Place.”
They watched him disappear in a flash of green flames.
“Pleasant as ever,” Janice said dryly.
“Yes, are you sure you want to leave with him?” Ricter asked Hermione. “I know you said the Daily Prophet is nothing but lies but . . . blimey. That man is warm as ice. If he hadn’t been so attentive to you, I don’t think I’d want you leaving with him.”
Hermione smiled and took a pinch of Floo powder. “He’s not always that cold. He’s actually very sweet when we’re alone. I’ll see you on Monday. Owl me if you need me to come in,” she said hopefully.
“We’ll make it one day,” he assured her with a laugh. “Feel better, Hermione.”
“Thank you. Number twelve Grimmauld Place,” she said clearly and stepped into the flames.
Janice shook her head. “How much you wanna bet he keeps her locked in a dungeon when they’re at home?”
Ricter grinned. “I doubt it. She lives with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I don’t think they’d allow such a thing to happen. Besides, she told me the very first day that she’s in love with him, and if any reporters show up, she doesn’t want to talk to them.”
“In love with Snape, eh-h-h-h.” Janice shivered. “Maybe I should have given her a psych evaluation.”
He laughed. “Nope. She’s sane. And I think she’d take on the whole Wizengamot single-handedly if I didn’t rein her in. There’s a big heart in that little witch.”
“Wonder what she sees in Snape then.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Snape caught her as she stumbled into the kitchen.
“Come on, love. Sit down. I’ll make you something,” he said, guiding her to the table.
“I’m fine, Severus. I can sit down by myself.”
“I thought you could feed yourself too. Fool me once . . .”He went to the pantry and gave a start when he found Kreacher inside. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “What are you doing?”
“Kreacher is checking the inventory,” the elf said, shuffling out.
“What do we have already made?”
“Mashed potatoes . . . roast beef . . . green beans . . . rolls . . . cake.”
“Hermione’s not feeling well. Could you make her something?”
Kreacher looked over at Hermione. “Hmm . . . Kreacher can feed her. Master Harry would like that.”
“Yes, he would,” Snape said flatly. “Does Harry usually come home for lunch?”
Kreacher shrugged and shuffled over to the counter. “Sometimes he eats here with the Weasley, and sometimes they eat away.”
Snape got her a glass of juice while Kreacher fixed the food. When he sat down with her at the table, she thanked him and sipped the pumpkin juice. Straddling the bench she was sitting on, he held her hand and started to take her pulse.
Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to pull away. “Severus, I’m fine.”
He held tight. “I’ll believe that when you’ve eaten and gotten some sleep.” Leaning in and lowering his voice, he asked, “How does your pussy feel?”
Hermione looked back at Kreacher to make sure they weren’t being overheard. “A little raw.”
“Take off your knickers.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked pointedly back at Kreacher. “After lunch.”
“Now. I’ll do it myself if I don’t see those knickers in my lap in ten seconds. It will be far less embarrassing if you do it yourself.”
Hermione sighed and lifted her bum, easing down her knickers under her dress. She got them to her ankles and then crossed her leg and pulled them off her foot.
Severus pocketed the charmed cotton and nodded. “How does your plug feel?”
Hermione covered her face with her hands. “The same as always.”
“I’ll take it out when we go upstairs.”
She was grateful he wasn’t making her bend over the table to do it right then. He probably would it we were alone.
Kreacher snapped his fingers, and the food appeared on a plate before Hermione.
“Eat,” Snape muttered.
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Hermione said over her shoulder.
Kreacher grunted and started putting away the food.
“Aren’t you eating?” she asked Snape.
“I’ll make something in a minute. I think I saw some lasagna in there.”
Hermione smirked and picked up her spoon to start on the mashed potatoes. “Mrs. Weasley made it.”
“Do you want butter on that roll?”
“Jam.”
“I’ll get it.”
Kreacher had already cleaned up the counter. Severus waited for him to go before returning to the refrigerator. The lasagna heated up nicely, and he brought her the jar of preserves on his way back.
They ate in companionable silence, Hermione pressing her leg into his the whole time. He didn’t stop her even though she hadn’t really finished with her punishment yet. There would be no groping until she’d made it up to him (but keeping her leg touching his didn’t seem to be crossing the line).
When Hermione finished her meal, she pushed away her plate. Folding her arms on the table, she rested her head and closed her eyes.
“All right, love?”
“I’m just really tired all the sudden.”
He finished his last two bites and drank the end of her juice. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. You need sleep.”
Hermione groaned as he helped her to her feet and headed toward the door.
“What about the dishes?” she asked.
“Kreacher will get them,” replied Kreacher from the pantry.
“Thanks again, Kreacher,” Hermione called.
There was no reply.
Severus led her into the hall, and they made their way to her room. When they got there, he unzipped her dress then helped her hang it. He unhooked her bra and nodded at the bed. “Get in. I’ll get the blinds.”
Hermione settled under the covers, watching him lower the blinds and pull the drapes. It was considerably darker, and she blinked groggily. “Are you getting in?”
“I will if you agree to restrain your touching. We haven’t finished your punishment yet.”
Hermione nodded. “Can’t we do it now?”
“No. Later. When you’re feeling better.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked as he kicked off his shoes and lay down beside her.
“We’ll discuss it later.”
“I can’t sleep if I’m worrying about it.”
“Damn. I didn’t bring any sleeping potion.” Severus sighed. “I have to go home. I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he said, getting back up. “Stay right here. In the bed. I’ll be right back.”
He got to the door then turned around and came back. Bending down, he kissed her forehead. “I didn’t forget.”
Hermione smiled as he turned and left. You never do.

- - - - - - - - - -
Severus returned to find her looking as though she’d already been dosed. Her eyes were bleary, and every time she blinked, it appeared they might not open again.
He pulled out a handful of phials and put them in the bedside table drawer. Keeping one, he held it out for her. “Here.”
Hermione leaned up onto her elbow and tipped the contents down her throat. Severus took it from her, and she held out her hand to him. “Come back to bed,” she murmured. “I can’t sleep without you.”
“Roll over first so I can take out your plug.” He pulled down the blankets as she curled into a ball. “Push it out.”
He pulled at the same time and watched her hole as it slowly winked closed. After cleaning it, he put the plug in her drawer and went back to his side of the bed. Severus kicked off his shoes again and got in, staying on top of the covers. Her arm went around his waist; his arm went around her shoulders.
“Keep it above the belt,” he muttered.
Hermione smiled into his shirt. “Yes, sir. When will you finish punishing me?”
He sighed. “When you’re better.”
“Tonight?”
“If you’re better tonight.”
“Please tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
“I told you, we’ll discuss it later.”
“I was scared that Mediwitch was going to find out about my knickers and plug today.”
“What about the semen?”
Hermione smiled to herself. “Most of it flaked off. I don’t think she even noticed.”
He stroked the outside of her arm with his fingertips. “Maybe I should do that more often. You weren’t supposed to enjoy it, you know?”
“Severus, you scared the hell out of me. I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Good.”
“Good? You wanted to scare the hell out of me?”
“Not particularly. Well . . . perhaps a little. I was angry.”
“That came across loud and clear.”
“I didn’t think I had to say this, but I would never hurt you.”
She lifted her head and gave him a tired but disbelieving look. “You hurt me all the time.”
“You know that’s not what I meant. I saw that look on your face. You thought I was going to hit you . . . or worse.”
“Only for a second,” she admitted. “You do know you’re really bloody scary when you’re like that, don’t you?”
He nodded. That look of fear had wounded him more than finding her with her hand down her knickers in the hallway. “Don’t you think if I was capable of something like that I would have done it by now?”
“I don’t know . . . you were really angry. I thought maybe I’d pushed you over the edge.”
“I would sooner cut off my wand hand than harm you. And no wizard who batters a witch does it because he’s pushed over the edge. That’s just a sick excuse to be violent.”
Hermione tipped back her head to look at him again. He seemed very serious all the sudden. Her eyes studied his for a few seconds, and she was surprised to see a hint of hurt hiding behind his stoic facade. “I know. You’re always very careful with me. It was more of a gut reaction. I couldn’t defend myself. Even if say . . . Neville came at me like you did, I would have had the same reaction. It wasn’t a statement about you, it was self-preservation. And you are a hell of a lot more intimidating than Neville.”
He nodded.
“Severus, I trust you. Just like I trust Harry and Ron.”
Snape couldn’t deny that that was what he wanted to hear. “I thought you were the one person who would never look at me that way.”
Hermione’s heart dropped. “Oh . . . Severus." She moved up to look him in the eye, putting her hand to his face. “I love you so much. I don’t think of you as dangerous at all. I know you had to do terrible things while you were a Death Eater, but that’s not how I see you.”
“I’m a murderer. There’s no nice way to see that.”
Her eyes started to burn, and her voice was a whisper when she spoke, “I know. I forgive you. That’s not who you are to me.”
“Don’t be naïve, Miss Granger.”
“Don’t you dare try to brush off my feelings by labeling me naïve. I am a lot of things, but naïve isn’t one of them.”
Severus raised both eyebrows in mild surprise at her vehemence. This isn’t helping her sleep.
“Hermione Granger does not date monsters. And she certainly doesn’t fall in love with them. Don’t you look away from me,” she said, holding his chin in her hand. “You are mine, Severus Snape. I know who you really are. You can be cross and disagreeable all you like, but I see the real you. I know exactly what I’m getting with you, and I want all of it. I. Love. You. And I know you love me too. You can stay silent about it the rest of your life, and I’d still know. That is who you are—the wizard who loves me. Now, you'd better kiss me before I start crying again.”
His chest was uncomfortably tight as he pulled her face down to his. “You’re still getting punished later.”
Hermione brushed her nose against his and smirked. “Good.”

___________________
Opening her eyes in a groggy stupor, Hermione was briefly confused. Severus wasn’t in bed with her, and it took her a few seconds to figure out that it wasn’t really the middle of the night. Looking about, she found him reading in the armchair by the dark fireplace.
“What time is it?” she asked in a croaky voice.
He checked the clock. “Nine thirty-seven.”
“Bloody hell,” she muttered. “I’ll never get to sleep tonight.”
“Yes, you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
Hermione rolled onto her back and stretched. She was feeling more alert as her blood started to pump. “Come get in bed with me.”
Snape shook his head. “No. You fooled me with that kissing earlier. No more touching until you’ve proven how sorry you are.”
“Can we finish it now?”
“Don’t be too eager. You might not like what I have in store for you.”
The hairbrush was all they really had in the house (or his belt, or hand). “Where do you want me?”
“Right where you are.”
“What . . . propped up on the pillows? On my knees?”
“No, just as you are,” he said, marking his place and setting the book on the seat as he stood.
She rolled over and pushed the blanket down below her bum.
Severus watched with interest. Her tan was fading, and her bum was unmarked. “No, Miss Granger your backside will not be taking the brunt of this correction.”
Hermione twisted around and looked at him. “It won’t? What are you going to do?” She glanced over at the hairbrush.
“I think the punishment should fit the crime. You have two choices; you may go downstairs right now and admit to Harry what you were doing outside his room. Or,” he paused, trying not to smirk at her horrified expression, “you will be brought to the edge of climax twenty times with no release. Your choice.”
Bloody buggering bollocks! Confessing to Harry would be awful and humiliating. But twenty rounds of edging sounded like torture. “Are you sure you don’t want to hit me with the hairbrush?”
Snape slowly shook his head no. “Take your time deciding. I’m in no rush. And Harry is home. I’ve already spoken to him. I believe Ron is out with Ingrid, so no one else will witness your admission.”
“What do you mean you’ve already spoken to him? About what?”
“We discussed your incident at work today, and he told me that he didn’t think you’d had much of an appetite since I’d been gone . . . in addition to the lack of sleep.”
“Oh.” Bugger. I do not want to tell Harry anything. But . . . on the other hand, I remember the last time he edged me, and I bloody hated it. Twenty times. How long would that take? Confessing to Harry would be over in a minute. “I have a question before I make up my mind.”
“Go on.”
“After the twenty, will I be allowed to come?”
“No. Not tonight.”
“If I confess to Harry, can I come tonight?”
Hmm. Let’s make this interesting. “Yes.”
Hermione dropped her head onto the pillow and thought a little longer. Okay, so my choice is humiliate myself in front of Harry BUT I get to orgasm, or mild torture and no orgasm . . . but no semipublic humiliation either. Fuck, this is horrible. “Just to be clear, when you say I can come, is that a ‘you can come once’ kind of deal or is it a free for all?”
“If you confess, you will be immediately forgiven. The incident will be completely forgotten. Your slate wiped clean. I will fuck you tonight like I would have last night if things had not taken such an unpleasant turn. So, yes, as many times as you like.”
Damn. She sighed. “Will you bring me my pajamas?”
He couldn’t believe she was choosing to confess. “You’ve made your decision?”
“Yes. I’ll tell Harry.”
“Very well. Which pajamas would you like?”
“The ones that cover me the most,” she muttered.

- - - - - - - - - -
Harry was reading a book on combat defense in the library when she found him. Snape had to give her a nudge when her feet refused to walk any further. She stumbled in, and Harry looked up, surprised to see her.
“Hermione! Feeling better? Snape said you got sick at work today.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m feeling much better.”
“Not pregnant are you?” Harry asked with a roguish grin.
Hermione blushed, but shook her head. “Definitely not.” She'd made Janice double check even though she knew it was impossible.
Snape cleared his throat from the doorway.
Hermione sighed. I was getting there. “Harry, um . . . I have to tell you something. You’re not busy, are you?”
“No. Tell me what?”
“Ummmm . . .” She glanced back at Snape. This wasn’t at all like confessing things to Draco. Malfoy knew exactly why she was saying the things she did. Harry was just an innocent bystander, not privy to her submissive side with Snape (well, he knew about the spanking, but that didn’t do justice to the kinds of things they really did). It was the most awkward conversation she could remember having since she'd asked Snape to take her virginity.
“Tell him, Miss Granger,” Snape rumbled.
Harry lifted his eyebrows at the “Miss Granger” and gave Hermione a curious look. “What is it?”
She let out a long slow breath. “I did something wrong and . . . to make it up to Severus, I said I would confess to you.”
Harry’s eyes flitted between Snape and Hermione then settled on her nervous hand wringing. He’d never seen Hermione looking so ashamed and contrite. “You did something wrong? Blasphemy!"
Hermione blushed. “No, it’s true. I do things wrong all the time.”
“According to who?” Harry glanced at Snape.
“I may like rules, but that doesn’t mean I don’t break them.”
Harry laughed. Hermione broke rules about as often as Ron said he wasn’t hungry. “Okay. So what did you do?”
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. “I was outside your room last night listening to you and Ginny.”
Harry almost burst out laughing at how red she got. “Yeah? For how long?”
“Oh . . . five minutes or so.”
“What did you hear?”
“Um . . . mostly you spanking her.”
Harry went red but couldn’t stop grinning down at his book.
Snape growled from the door. “Tell him the rest.”
Harry looked up. There’s more?
Bugger, Hermione groaned inwardly. “And I was . . . touching myself.”
Harry didn’t know who was going to turn more red, her or him.
“Explain why that was wrong, Miss Granger.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes tight. “Please don’t make me. He knows what I did.”
“Tell him.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose as she went on.
Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, “I told Severus I wouldn’t touch myself while he was gone. I heard you two . . . and . . . I broke my promise. Severus came home early and found me. That’s why he looked so angry when you saw us.”
Harry didn’t know what he’d do if Ginny asked him to not wank when she wasn’t around. Probably walk around with a permanent erection until I snapped and creamed the whole house. “I wondered why you almost fell in the room when I opened the door.”
Hermione blushed but nodded. “Do you hate me?”
Harry was taken aback. “Hate you? For eavesdropping?”
“For everything.”
“Well, it’s a little embarrassing, but I guess we’ve all heard each other now . . . well, except Ron. I hardly think it’d make anyone hate you. Do you hate me and Ron and Tonks and Lupin and Ginny for listening to you with Snape?”
“No . . . but I assume you weren’t wanking in the hallway listening to us.”
Harry snickered. “Well, you got me there. But that’s beside the point. Even if I was, you still wouldn’t hate me. Not after everything we’ve been through. That seems a bit harsh.”
She looked back at Snape. “I don’t have to tell him anything else do I?”
“Apologize.”
Harry held up his hand. “You don’t have to.”
“Yes, she does. Say it, Hermione.”
She let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry for listening to you with Ginny.”
Snape shook his head. “No. That is not why you’re in trouble.”
Harry appeared just as uncomfortable as she did. Hermione rubbed her arm, trying not to look completely guilty. “I’m sorry for touching myself while listening to you.”
Harry blushed and nodded. “That’s all right. You know, you don’t have to do everything he tells you to.”
Hermione looked back at Snape and then at Harry. “It was my choice.”
“Snape’s apology wasn’t that good,” Harry muttered.
Hermione smirked. “For him, it was.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “That’s enough.” Or I’ll make you tell him how you chose apologizing over clit torture. “Come on, love. I’ll fix you some dinner.”
“Please don’t tell Ron about this,” she said to Harry before going.
Harry laughed. “You couldn’t pay me enough.”

- - - - - - - - - -
Hermione settled into the bed, covering her feet with the blanket while Severus moved his book from the chair to his bedside table. He’d made her a sandwich downstairs, and now that she’d eaten, she was ready to play. “I’m absolved now, right?”
Severus gave her a small smile. “Yes, I suppose.”
“You forgive me?”
I forgave you as soon as I got some sleep. “You’re forgiven.”
“Good. Take off all your clothes.”
He smirked. “I thought I’d take a bath first. You’re not in any hurry, are you? We have all night.”
“Severus, I haven’t come in six days. It’s not a question of hurry so much as countdown till detonation.”
“You can share my bath if you like.”
Hermione stroked her chin as if she was considering it. “Will you be washing me?”
“I might even use soap.”
“I prefer your tongue, but I’m willing to negotiate.”

- - - - - - - - - -
“Get your finger away from there. That’s mine,” Severus growled.
Hermione laughed and stopped “cleaning” her bum. “I asked you to do this for me, but you insisted on watching.”
“Only because you couldn’t be trusted with my cock. I had to keep your hands busy.”
“I told you, I had to make sure I got off all the soap,” she said, nodding at his dick.
“I think you would have tasted it if you hadn’t. I told you, I’m coming in your pussy tonight.”
“Okay. I wasn’t suggesting otherwise.”
“You said the water would rinse away anything that missed your mouth.”
“That was just a helpful tip.”
“I have a helpful tip for you as well.”
She smiled. “Yeah? What?”
“Get on my lap and I’ll show you.”

- - - - - - - - - -
They finally made it back to the bedroom, Hermione as squeaky clean as she could get with a continuously creaming pussy. She was beyond ready. He seemed to know that and was dragging out her wait.
“Get in the bed.”
She groaned when he started to set out his clothes for the next day. “You can bloody well do that later.”
Inside he was smirking, but he kept his face passive. “Is there something you need, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, you bloody tease. I need you. Your cock. Your tongue. Everything! Stop making me wait.”
“That sounded very demanding for such a contrite girl. Would you like to try again?”
Hermione's eyes flared, but she bit her lips tight to keep from mouthing off. Oh, I’ll try again all right. Untucking her towel, she unwrapped her body and turned her back to him. When she tossed the towel into the chair, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was watching. Swaying her hips a little, she made her way to the bed and climbed up. His eyes were narrowed and unblinking as she positioned herself with her bum in the air and her chest on the bed. She peeked around, watching his face as she spread her legs a little. “Please, sir. I need you.”
He knew exactly what she was trying to do to him. And it’s working. His cock had started to fade after the bath, but it seemed quite interested in her performance. “Tell me what you want, pet.”
“Please make me come, sir. Any way you want. I’m yours. Just please make me come now.”
Oh, that was nice. Snape smirked in his head. “Are you my good girl?” he asked as he took off his towel.
Hermione rolled her hips in the air, trying to dampen the ache in her clit. One damn phrase and he’s got me eating out of his hand. “Yes, sir. Please talk to me.”
Severus considered that as he walked around to his side of the bed. Sitting up against the pillows, he stretched out his legs and curled his finger at her. “Come sit in my lap, love.”
Hermione scrambled over to get on top of him. The back of his cock pressed to her clit, and he slid one hand around her hip.
“Try to stay still, all right?” He knew she wouldn’t last.
“Yes, sir.”
Severus trailed his hand from her hip slowly up her back and pulled her closer until she rested her forehead against his. “Do you remember how you rode me like this that first time?”
Hermione smiled. “Vividly, sir.”
His hand slid around to trace the furrow of her cheeks. “You were beautiful, riding me like a damn valkyrie. And just after you’d taken the cane. I knew I wanted to have you again and again after that.”
Hermione smiled and kissed him softly.
“I can smell you already. That bath did absolutely no good. I’m going to have to lick you clean in a few minutes.”
Hermione’s hips ignored her brain’s warnings to stay still and started an agitated dance to his spoken word.
“That’s my girl." He tickled her lower back with his fingertips. “You can move, just keep it small.”
Oh thank God! Her dancing became more of a constrained bucking.
“That’s it. I’m going to spread your legs and feast on that pink little pussy. It’s been far too long since I tasted your sweet cream. After you’ve come a couple times, I’m going to sink my cock inside you all the way to the hilt. You’re going to sound so good riding me. I can already hear you. Your pussy is calling my name, love. Has it been missing me?”
“Yes, Severus! Oh God.”
“Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about doing.”
“Fuck. Um . . . being over your knee, and you spanking me and fingering my bum.”
“Ah.” Snape smiled. He knew what that meant. Pressing his lips to the side of her face, he whispered in her ear, “You don’t just want to be my good girl, you want to be my naughty girl too. You’re allowed to be both. As long as you ask to have your naughty bottom punished when you need it, you’re being my good girl.”
Both of his hands went back to palm her round backside, spreading her cheeks apart.
“Uh!” She panted in his ear, riding the churning typhoon in her core. His cock was a branding iron between her thighs. She warmed her clit with its heat.
“Come for me, Hermione. Tell me what my naughty girl needs.”
“Buggering,” she breathed.
Severus held back his laugh and pulled her cheeks wider. “Buggering? It sounds as if your bum missed me as much as your pussy did.”
Hermione smiled as she sped up her grinding. “Yes, sir.”
“I don’t think you’re going to have any trouble falling asleep when I’m done with you tonight.”
“I’m going to come, sir.”
He smirked. “Good girl. Tell me what’s got you so worked up.”
Hermione leaned back and gave him a desperate wince. “Can’t talk,” she panted, letting her movements go from tight and controlled to needy and spastic. “Look,” she said, holding his gaze so he could see in her head.
Severus met her eyes. Her thoughts were open but all over the place. He caught a few but needed her to focus so he could find what had sparked her frenzied ride. “What has my little lioness been dreaming about? Show me what you want.”
It was difficult to keep her eyes open and focused while having an orgasm, but Hermione did her best. Air hissed through her teeth as her pussy spasmed. It had been so long. The pleasure was tearing her apart.
Severus caught sight of a new fantasy lurking in her mind. What have you been reading, pet? Just when he was about to ask her that very question, her mind went blank. It was like being in a winter whiteout. He’d never been in her head when she climaxed before. Severus searched her mind quickly, looking for anything at all; but for about eight seconds there was nothing to find. It was like trying to read a book and the page went blank. As she came down, images started to materialize, like rain falling to form solid pictures. The first fifty or so flashes were all him. A mishmash of memories. Him smirking down at her as they lay in bed. Him reading to her. Him holding her face as he came in her mouth. It caught him off guard. There were about twenty seconds when he actually wasn’t sick of his own face. It was strange feeling her side of things.
Pulling out of her thoughts, he blinked, staring at her sated expression. “Well that was interesting.”
Hermione smiled. “What’d you see?”
“Before or after?”
“Both.”
“Your mind went completely blank when you came. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Really? It’s the only time my head is quiet. What happened after that?”
He didn’t know how to explain that. “That’s hard to say, love. Except that you seem to have some very romantic notions of me.”
“I do." She smiled and kissed him softly. “I thought you knew.”
The acknowledgment made him uncomfortable . . . and happy. Time to change the subject. “We need to talk about what I saw before you came.”
Hermione couldn’t keep a straight face as she blushed.
“Anal punishment is tricky, pet.”
Hermione nodded.
“I’ve never hurt you when we’ve played. I don’t think you understand what that would be like. I’ve seen some very bad things happen to people who get too rough with anal. Do you really want me to hurt you?”
Hermione bit her lips together. “Probably not.”
“How about discomfort? I know you fancied that punishment enema I gave you to some degree.”
Reluctantly, she nodded. “It was . . . uncomfortable, but it wasn’t really pain. I didn’t like it but . . . I didn’t hate it.”
“Is that what you’re looking for with this idea? Discomfort and humiliation?”
Hermione nodded.
“I can do that, but I’m not comfortable with anything violent. Getting rough once you’ve been warmed up is one thing, but I refuse to do anything that will cause you serious internal damage.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
Severus chuckled. “Nothing right now. I need to think about it. I intend to fuck your pussy thoroughly tonight. I won’t be swayed from that plan.”
Hermione grinned wider and reached down for his hard-on. “Want me to suck your cock?”
Severus held onto her waist and rolled her over so she was pinned beneath him. “Not yet, love. I’ve forgotten what your pussy tastes like, and I think we should get reacquainted.”
He dropped his mouth over hers and kissed her slowly. God, I missed her. I’m never traveling again.
He kissed his way down her body, and Hermione smiled up at the bed curtains. “I missed you so much,” she sighed, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Missed you too,” he whispered into her belly button.
“Let’s go to your house tomorrow.”
He trailed down to one hip bone. “Anything you want.”
“Will you bugger me?”
His lips kissed through her muff until he reached her parted lips. “Tomorrow.”
“Rough?”
Severus looked up at her. “If that’s how you want it.”
His fingers parted her pussy, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan. When his tongue touched her clit, she whimpered and closed her eyes. Sweet Circe! This is so much better than my finger. His licking was slow and light which only made the pleasure come faster and harder. His patience made her completely mental. She wanted to grind her pussy into his face. Fists wrenched in the sheets, she panted and keened as he brought her to the edge then yanked her back from it over and over.
“Please, Severus. Oh gods. Please let me come,” she begged.
His tongue came right back and tickled her past teasing. Hermione’s back arched, and she came, wetting his mouth with her release. “Severus!”
He lapped her until her body went slack then cleaned the spilled juice from her folds. Leaving her pussy, he climbed up and kissed her. As soon as she started to lick his mouth, his eyes closed. Such a tidy witch.
When she kissed him again, he settled against her, resting his cock along her soaked slit. Her tongue dueled with his, seeming to let him take the lead, only to spring a sudden sucking attack on him. His cock responded as if it were the one receiving the benefit of her oral talents, going from casually observant to heckling spectator. It didn’t help that she was clawing his backside as if she were trying to get a blood sample.
Hermione moaned as he reached between them and pushed his weeping tip to her entrance. It had been leaving a tearful trail all over her abdomen for the past five minutes. She knew how turned on he must be to leave that much evidence all over her, but she needed to hear him say it. Before he could push inside, she caught his face in her hands. “How much do you want me?”
If she had said that phrase in a different tone of voice, he would have spanked her for being a tease. But there was no taunt to her words; she really wanted an honest answer. No, she needs an honest answer. “I want you more than anything. You know that, love. More than anything.”
It must have been what she wanted to hear, because she smiled at him and spread her legs even wider. “Go slowly, okay? I want to feel everything.”
Severus smirked and pressed into her molten core. His smirk disappeared as her sheath stretched around him. His dick must have healed since he was last inside her; it seemed that every silky inch of her was magnified by his cock. How could I ever forget how fucking glorious she feels? Have I been taking this for granted?
“You feel so bloody good, pet,” he whispered into her throat.
Her arms slid around his neck, “Yessss. So good.”
He couldn’t think, let alone talk, for the next several minutes as she adjusted around him, her tight barrel slowly accommodating his girth. As he worked in and out, reveling in her twitching channel, her warm breath panted and gasped in his ear. It made his balls jump. Apparently she was going to take over the conversation for once, because she swallowed hard and whispered his name.
He grunted into her neck, and Hermione jerked with a rogue jolt of pleasure. “Love the way you fuck me,” she panted. “So much.”
Sighing out another grunt, he kissed the warm column of her throat. Love you.
Hermione whimpered when he started to suck her pulse. “Oh God, Severus. I missed you so much.”
He managed an “Mm” of agreement. Her pussy was ripping all the words from his head. There was no need to speak as long as his cock was interpreting.
The stretch was magnificent. He was filling every last inch of her. When she couldn’t stand the buildup any longer, she dropped her legs down beside his and arched her back. Every new thrust bumped her clit in a friendly hello. “A little faster, Severus. Make me come.”
He wanted to feel her spasming around him, but not just yet. “Wait.”
Hermione sighed and ran one hand down his chest. “Okay. I just want you inside me.”
Severus winced as she purposefully squeezed her inner muscles around him.
“Did you like that?” she asked, kissing his neck.
He nodded.
Hermione did it again then found a steady rhythm to accompany his thrusting. She squeezed every time he backed out, trying to hold him in. He got faster, and she couldn’t keep up. Her muscles stuttered and lost the beat. She switched to squeezing for two thrusts and relaxing for two. The counting relaxed her.
“Love your cock,” she breathed.
He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t going to make it with her constricting around him like that and panting in his ear. Damn it, Severus. Do not come yet! Relax. He slowed his hips a little and planted his lips on her neck. She gave him a nice “unh,” and her pussy tightened around him even more.
All the pussy flexing was having an unintended effect on her. It wasn’t just teasing him, it was making her want to come. Her legs brushed his in a fitful jig; she couldn’t keep still. The more time passed, the more her pussy screamed at her. I can’t take this! She gave up her counting and just tried to trap him in place, grasping his slick cock with her tiring muscles. “Severus, please . . . please, let me come. I’m so close.”
His teeth released her neck, which was now red and bruised in several places. “Come.”
When he didn’t speed up, she begged him, “Please! Faster, sir.”
He abandoned his pace for a quicker one. Her body jolted with each thrust. Her panting turned to whimpers, and she held onto him to keep herself from being fucked across the bed.
Hermione pulsed her pussy around him, ignoring his timing in favor of her own. She knew he’d like it no matter how she did it. The steady tensing of her muscles bloomed into climax, and she thrashed beneath him as her body bowed and shuddered.
His last thread of restraint snapped as she locked around him. Eyes closing against the dimming room, he let loose and rode the throb of his release. His balls seemed to be bottomless, filling her channel until it overflowed and spilled out around his dick. With a shuddering exhale, he rested against her, absorbing her happy glow. That grin of hers that used to make him cringe had transformed into his daily bread.
Hermione held him tight against her and wrapped her legs around him to keep him inside. “I missed you so much, Severus. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“Never,” he sighed with a small smile.
“You don’t have to go work with Magnus anymore?”
“He’ll have to come here if he wants to work with me.”
“Where would he sleep? With our paddles and canes?”
Snape smirked. “Most likely the Leaky Cauldron.”
“Did you finish all you had to do with him? I thought you needed seven days.”
“I made copies of my notes for him. I told him to owl me if the brewing wasn’t coming along as described.”
Hermione smiled. “Will you still fuck me when you’re famous?"
Severus lifted his head and looked at her, his face unreadable. “I thought we weren’t predicting the future.”
Hermione slid her hand to his cheek and nodded. “You’re right. I should rephrase.”
He kissed her so she wouldn’t. When he pulled back, she gave him a dopey smile as if he’d drugged her with his tongue.
“I love you, Severus.”
Snape hid his smile in her neck.

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“What do you want me to wear?” she asked as he led her through his front door.
Severus smirked down at her excited face. Since the moment he’d woken up that morning, she’d been begging to go to his house. Even while eating breakfast with Harry and Ron, she’d been groping him under the table. He’d forced her to keep her hand on just his leg (which was maddening enough on its own) and not all over his crotch. He appreciated her desire, but he didn’t like being brought to a state of arousal in front of the uninitiated. Especially Potter. It brought back bad memories and left him feeling defensive. She’d just about dragged him out the front door after breakfast. By then he was ready to get the hell out of there. They'd Apparated to Cokeworth, and he'd held her hand to make sure he made it through the street unmolested. They didn’t need any more candid publicity (and definitely nothing pornographic).
“That depends, pet,” he murmured, backing her into the door. “How do you want to do this? Do you want me to pretend punish you? Or do you want to just get naked in my bed and try out a few things?”
Hermione was already creaming herself. “Pretend punish me, sir.”
“Do you want to wear your uniform?”
She nodded excitedly and ran her hand over his zip.
“Behave yourself,” he chided with a grin. “You can have it later. Go upstairs and change. When you come down, we can play pervy Potions master and innocent schoolgirl.”
Hermione laughed. “So, you’ll be playing yourself. Sounds fun. Which would you prefer, white cotton panties or black satin?”
“Tough call,” he muttered, stroking his finger over her lower lip. “Black satin. You have to get in trouble for something.”
Licking his finger, she nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
When she got to the base of the stairs, he called out to her, “Hermione.”
She turned.
“If things get too painful, you have to tell me immediately. Don’t try to be heroic.”
Smiling, she nodded her assent. “Yes, sir.”
“All right, go on.”
Hermione dashed up the stairs to the bedroom. Her uniform was in the wardrobe. She found her skirt and shirt then dug around in her overnight bag for some socks and a different pair of knickers. Gryffindor tie or Slytherin tie? If I’m playing innocent, I'd better go with Gryffindor.
Ripping off her clothes as quickly as possible, she pulled on a light pink lace bra to wear under her shirt. It didn’t quite match her knickers but it was innocent, and he’d be able to see her nipples through it. She pulled up the socks and shimmied into the skirt. Buttoning her shirt, she ran into the bathroom to tie her tie and put her hair in bunches.
When she thought she looked decent enough, Hermione ran back and put on her black Mary Janes then practically fell over her own feet trying to get down the stairs to him. She was a bundle of nerves and excitement. Her fresh knickers were already getting damp.
“You wanted to see me, Professor?” she panted when she reached the bottom of the steps.
Severus bit his tongue to stay serious. He didn’t move in his chair, keeping his voice low and level. “Come over here where I can see you, Miss Granger.”
Hermione walked around his chair and stood in front of him, wringing her hands.
“I’ve been hearing some concerning rumors from some of the students about you, Miss Granger.”
She tried not to smile. “You have, sir?”
“Yes. So I investigated for myself and saw you being very friendly with one of my Slytherins under the Quidditch bleachers. I’ve also noticed you flashing your knickers at me during class. I’m sensing a theme to your infractions. Now we can do this one of two ways: I can go alert your Head of House and reveal your wanton behavior; or you can chose to serve a detention with me, and I will deal with you the way I deem appropriate in private. Which do you choose?”
“Detention with you, Professor.”
“I had a feeling that’s what you’d say. I think we’d better begin immediately. Get in the corner." He stood as she stuck her nose into the bookshelves. "Since you’re so keen on showing me your knickers in class, let’s see them right now.”
He lifted her skirt and tucked it into her waistband. “Miss Granger, these knickers are not appropriate attire for a detention, or indeed any class. Were you planning on meeting some boy later to show him these?”
“No, sir.”
“No? Then I have to assume they are for me.”
She bit the insides of her lips and didn’t say anything.
“Your silence speaks volumes. I will not be manipulated by a pair of black knickers, Miss Granger. It may excite you to spread your legs and try to distract me in the middle of my lectures, but I am not one of your teenage admirers. It takes more than some black satin to keep my interest. What was your intention anyway? You didn’t really think I’d approve of such behavior, did you?”
“No, sir. I just wanted to get your attention.”
“Well, you certainly succeeded. You’re about to have more of my attention than you can handle. I hope you had fun with your boy toys, because I don’t think you’ll be quite so eager to show anyone your bottom after today.”
That’s what you think. “I didn’t, sir.”
“You didn’t what?”
“Have fun with them.”
“Oh really? Don’t lie to me, little girl. I saw you with my own eyes, humping that poor boy’s leg and moaning. You appeared to be having a great deal of fun.”
“No, sir. I wasn’t. He didn’t know what he was doing.”
Snape smiled at her frizzy hair then quickly straitened his face. “And that’s why you’ve been flashing me. You thought I would know more?”
“Sort of, sir.”
“Sort of?”
“I just . . . kind of . . . think you’re sexy.”
He bit off his smirk. “Hot for teacher?”
Hermione smiled and buried her face in the books. “Yes, sir.”
“You wanted to get detention, didn’t you, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“We will discuss your sexual issues later, after I punish you. I don’t sleep with naughty girls. If you had been an adult and come to me, I would have been much more likely to help you.”
“Will you help me after you punish me, sir?”
“I will consider it if you take your punishment like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
He pressed closer to her back. “Tell me, what didn’t you like about the way those boys touched you?”
Hermione smiled then bit her lips to hide it. “They didn’t go where I wanted them to, sir.”
“Didn’t they?” He slid his arm around her and put his hand under the front of her skirt, his fingertips grazing her knickers. “Did you want them to touch you here?”
“Yes, sir . . . and other places.”
“Other places?” He smirked in his head. Sliding his hand lower, he cupped her sex, his fingers at her satin-wrapped entrance. “Here?”
“No, sir,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed.
His other hand ran over her bum, pushing her knickers into her cheeks. Severus rubbed her backdoor and heard her sharp inhale.
“Here?” he purred.
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you been touching yourself here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are a very naughty little girl. I’m going to have to punish you severely.” Severus grabbed the back of her knickers and yanked them up between her cheeks, making her gasp loudly. “This is going to be a very uncomfortable day for you.” He pulled harder. “And this is going to be one sore bottom when I'm through with it.”
Hermione winced at the cutting pull of her panties, but she was grateful for the pressure on her clit.
Keeping hold of her knickers, he pulled her away from the wall and walked her toward the chair. “Bend over, hands on the seat.”
Hermione did as he asked, already dripping with excitement. She yelped when he started to spank her. It was harder than she’d expected, and her bum immediately blazed to an inferno.
After twenty swats, he let her rest while he rubbed her bum. “I think we'd better take down your knickers now. I can’t punish your bottom until it’s properly bare.”
Hermione shivered as he dragged down her panties, which had to be peeled from her wet slit.
“Just look at the state of your knickers, little girl. I can’t believe you’re getting turned on by this. I can see we need to take you up to the punishment room.” He slapped her bum. “Go on. Leave your knickers where they are. Up the stairs.”
Hermione’s face burned as she waddled around the chair and climbed the stairs. He was right behind her; she could feel him breathing on her bare bum as she went to the second floor. When she got to the extra bedroom, he stood her next to the bench and put her hands on her head.
Snape left her in the middle of the room and went to the dresser. He’d been saving some new toys for her. “Take off your knickers and set them on the bench.”
Hermione did as he said, watching his back and wondering what he was going to get.
Severus came back over with a medium black anal plug and held it up for her to see. “Open your mouth.”
She stared at it for a second then opened her mouth. Where did he get that? He slid the plug past her lips. It felt smooth and strangely soft against her tongue.
Severus kept a straight face as he stood before her and began unbuttoning her shirt. “This is in my way, and bad girls don’t get the privilege of clothing.” He pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the bed. “Take off your shoes.”
Hermione toed them off while he unhooked her bra.
Severus tossed her bra to the bed with her shirt and kicked her shoes under the table. “Hands back on your head.”
Her skirt got unzipped, and he let it fall to the floor then knelt down and took it as she stepped out. She was left in her white knee socks and tie.
"This is proper detention attire when you're with me," he informed her. Severus chucked her skirt on the bed and then turned to the bench. Using his wand, he removed the leg rests. The bench turned into just a basic leather-covered trestle. “Bend over,” he said, patting the top.
Hermione leaned over the A-frame, her hips shifting and shoving her bum up high. Snape moved in behind her, and she felt his hand on her upper thigh, pulling it to the side. Ropes snaked around her ankle and secured it to one leg of the bench. His fingers grazed her pussy as he went for the other thigh. He tied both her legs open, spreading her wide. The ropes were tight; she couldn’t move.
Severus came around and put his hand to her mouth. “Give me the plug.”
Hermione let him take it and then stared at the floor as she listened to him walk around behind her. He put the spit-slick plug to her hole and started to push; she winced at the lack of lubrication. If it had just been his finger, she would have been fine; but the plug wasn’t that small. It was at least two fingers wide, and it seemed a lot bigger with no lube.
Severus pushed slowly. He was going for discomfort, not outright pain. “You’re lucky I’m stretching you first. This isn’t the biggest plug I have. You be a good girl, or I’m going to get out the punishment plug.”
“Yes, sir."
It took a while, but it finally sank into place. Severus patted her pink bum and nodded. “Now you’re ready for the cane.”
“The cane?” she squeaked.
“To start with.”
“How many?”
“That is up to me. Do I need to gag you?”
“No, sir.”
Severus swished the cane through the air. “Keep your hands down, or they’ll be restrained too. That is your only warning.”
“Yes, sir.” She grabbed hold of the flat leather facing in front of her. Hermione realized the top part of the bench was a solid triangular block and not just a hollow frame as she had supposed.
He tapped the cane against her cheeks to mark his spot.
Swish-thwack.
Hermione jumped a little then calmed down. It stung, but it didn’t hurt. “Thank you, sir.”
Snape smirked. “You don’t have to thank me. Just take your punishment like a good girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tap tap. Swish-thwack.
The cane glanced off her plug, making her pussy leak.
Tap tap tap. Swish crack!
Hermione jumped. “Ow!”
He knew the first two would lull her into relaxation. When he hit her for real, the cane sank in deeply. Her whole body jerked.
“OW!” she repeated as the sting set in.
“We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet, Miss Granger.”
Hermione gripped the leather. Don’t reach back. Don’t reach back. Fuck that hurt. Don’t reach back.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Swish crack.
She started to silently cry. Why did I ask for this?
Severus ran his fingertip over the lines. “Two more, young lady. Are you learning your lesson?”
Hermione sniffled. “Yes, sir.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Swish-thwack.
She sighed in relief. It hadn’t hurt like the others. Don’t let him trick you.
Tap. Tap. Swish-thwack.
It stung but didn’t cut. Her body relaxed.
Severus stroked her bum. “I think twelve more should do it.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide. Twelve more!
“Push out that plug.”
Bearing down, she felt the plug slip out of her. It came out much more easily than it went in.
“I want you to hold those cheeks wide for me.”
Her hands went back and palmed open her sore bum. Face burning, she could feel him staring at her. Being tied open was more nerve-wracking than she’d imagined. There was a tapping on her hole, and she realized the cane was not going to be applied in the normal fashion.
Severus lined the cane up vertically between her cheeks then gave her a quick hit. Her legs went stiff, and her knuckles went white, but she kept her hands in place. He did it again.
Hermione grimaced. It hurt, but in a strange way. Stinging but jarring. She made it through five more stiff licks before she started crying. It wasn’t that the pain was too much, she just felt overwhelmed, unprepared. He ran a cool fingertip along her furrow, making her moan.
“Five more. Your arsehole is getting nice and red.”
He took his time, laying on the last five slowly. She was starting to shake, and he didn’t want her to abandon her fantasy. He’d have to give her some kind of break after this.
Her crack felt as if it had been in a fight. Hermione counted down the last strokes in her head and relaxed when he finished. Her tears dripped to the floor below her.
Severus went and crouched next to her. He tipped up her chin with one hand. “That was for letting those idiot boys touch you. Now it’s time you found out what happens to little girls who disrupt my lectures.” He ran his wand over her face and cleared her sinuses. “Wait here.”
She didn’t have a choice. Hermione heard him go into the bathroom—running water and ticking pipes. If that’s an enema, please don’t let it be soapy. Her hands ghosted over her lined bum, and she carefully felt her beaten hole. It was just a little sore to the touch. Not as bad as she’d feared. It was very hot though.
“Get your hands away from there,” he growled from the doorway.
Hermione jumped. The water was still running in the bathroom, and she hadn’t heard him coming.
Severus walked up behind her and checked her bum for damage. “This belongs to me now. You don’t touch it unless I say so. Do you understand me, girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You just earned yourself another punishment.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”
“Not yet you’re not.” Accio ginger. The fingers of ginger that he’d left in the refrigerator sailed up the stairs, and he set them on the bed. Severus picked the largest one and went behind her.
Hermione felt something cool touch her heated hole and sighed in relief. It started to enter her, and she was grateful whatever it was wasn’t bigger. It went in pretty easily, but her opening felt extra sore.
Severus waited for her to feel the burn. It took less than a minute, and then she was wiggling around, whimpering at the floor. “You’re not going to want to touch that hole ever again when I’m through with you.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. She knew what was in her bum, and she knew it was only going to get hotter.
Severus spread her pussy lips, checking on the moisture levels. “You naughty little girl. The more I punish you, the wetter you get. This is supposed to be uncomfortable, not pleasurable. If this is your response, I’m only encouraging your wanton behavior. What have you learned so far? If you misbehave your professor will get you off?”
“No, sir.”
“Tell me what you’ve learned.”
“No one touches me like you.”
“And?”
“My bum belongs to you, sir.”
“You are learning something. Is your bum nice and warm now?”
“It’s burning, sir.”
“Is it turning you on?”
She groaned. “Sort of, sir.”
“Then we’ll have to punish your pussy too.”
Hermione felt him probing her wet entrance and gasped when she figured out it was another stick of ginger. “Oh gods!”
Severus watched her hump the leather. She wasn’t getting any friction to her clit. He would remedy that in a moment. “Getting warmer?”
“Fuck!”
He slapped her bum, which made her clench and then whimper at the increased burn. “Language, Miss Granger.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He carved the last piece of ginger with his wand so it would fit around her clit then placed it over her swollen nub, using her pussy lips to hold it in place. “Say thank you and beg me for the belt.”
“MMmm!” Everything was on fire. She didn’t know if she could take the belt. “Please use your belt on me, sir.”
He knew she was starting to second-guess her desires. It was time to reinforce her kinky needs with some pleasure. “Good girl. Just three now and three later.” So you’ll climax.
Hermione heard him unbuckling his belt, and her pussy starting screaming. All the burn conglomerated into a supernova. “Oh God!”
Severus doubled up the belt and tapped it against her striped cheeks. He brought it down right over the ginger protruding from her arse. The small jolt made her jerk and moan. When he did it again, she shouted and bucked. The last one crossed her cheeks, and he smirked as she pounded on the side of the table and cursed.
“I’ll go finish getting your enema ready. You’ve got a while to go here.”
Hermione sank against the bench, letting out a tearless sob. Her entire pelvis was in flames. If it was just on her clit, she would love it; but it was like being skewered by hot peppers.
Severus came back in to watch her, letting the red bag float idly to the side of the room. He sat in the chair behind her and waited for her to lose her mind.
It took a good fifteen minutes. By that time, she was struggling and letting out a steady stream of obscenities. He noticed she kept her hands on the bench though. Either she liked it more than she was letting on, or she was being very obedient. He was happy with either option.
“Last three,” he declared, getting up and tapping his belt against her bum.
“Oh bloody fucking bugger! Please don’t!”
He slapped the leather against her upturned cheeks.
“Aaaah!” Her pussy lurched toward release.
Snap!
Her hips bucked against the A-frame. “Oh Gods! Severus, please!”
Snap!
The heat flared to a fever, and she started to come. It built slowly until she was mindless and desperate. Then the pleasure radiated out of her like a solar flare, burning her alive. Her body twitched, riding the heat wave.
Severus was entranced by the show. That ginger was getting one hell of a ride. When she calmed down, he patted her bum. “That was very naughty, Miss Granger. I think that will be twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five what?”
“You’ll find out when we get there. I think I'd better clean you out before we go any further. Are you ready for a nice enema?”
Hermione’s face flamed. The burn from the ginger was slowly dying, but she was up for anything that got it out sooner. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He vanished the ginger, and her body sank in relief against the leather. She’d still feel the warmth for a while. The red bag floated over to him, and he touched the small nozzle up to her reddened hole. The thin tip would feel much bigger after all they’d done so far. And without lube, it was bound to be a bit of a struggle for her.
Hermione winced as the rounded end pressed into her bum. It tugged her walls like bare skin on vinyl but finally settled into place. She let out a deep breath. There was a small click as he released the valve, and she moaned as the water started to flow.
Severus smirked and patted her arse again. She was gorgeous with her red bum on display and her shimmering pussy parted in welcome. He touched her soaked entrance with one finger, forgetting for a second that he was supposed to be disciplining her. “If you don’t hold that water, I’ll make you take another one. And it will have soap in it. So I suggest you do your best with this one. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
She sounded as if she were going to come. He pulled back. No more orgasms until I’m in your arse. Snape stroked her rump while she took the water, rubbing her belly when she started to hiss at the pressure.
The bag finally gurgled empty, and he pulled the nozzle free. Using his wand, he cleaned it and sent the bag back to the bathroom. “Now, we’re going to discuss your inappropriate actions in my class while you hold that water.”
“Yes, sir.” The top beam was pressing into her, which made everything horribly uncomfortable. There didn’t seem to be enough room for the water in her current position.
“You said you wanted my attention. You have it. Is it everything you imagined?”
She didn’t say anything. It was, and it wasn’t (and she wasn’t sure if that was a rhetorical question or not).
“Disrupting my class has consequences, Miss Granger. If you ever get the inclination to tease me again, I hope you remember how your bottom feels right now.” He emphasized the point by touching her dark whorl.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. What will you do when you get the urge to show me your knickers?”
“Um . . . come to you and ask for help?”
“Very good. Tell me what kind of help you need.”
Hermione could almost hear his cock getting hard. She wished he would press up against her so she could feel it. “Sexual help, sir.”
He smirked. “Do you need me to fill your naughty bottom.”
Her face flamed brighter. “Yes, sir.”
“Say it.”
How can I spout out the dirtiest words I know without thinking, but one bloody phrase gets caught in my throat? It might be the least dirty thing he’s ever asked me to say.
“I can’t hear you,” he growled.
“I need you to fill my naughty bottom,” she forced out.
“With?”
“Your cock.”
He slapped her arse. “Say it all together, and you will address me as sir.”
Hermione covered her eyes with one hand. For some unknown reason, hiding helped. “I need you to fill my naughty bottom with your cock, sir.”
“Much better. But you haven’t quite earned that yet. Are you ready to show me what a good girl you can be?”
“Yes, sir." She heard him walk to the dresser. Turning her head, she tried to see what he was getting, but his body blocked her view.
“You take the rest of your punishment like a brave girl, and I’ll help you.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Hermione held her breath as he stood behind her. She felt something cool and dense at her pussy. It was the glass dildo. Thank Merlin! He eased it inside her, pumping into her still-tingling tissue. Her arse clenched to hold in the water. She was getting too full.
Severus got the glass wet in her flowing channel and then brought it up to her backdoor. He pushed the flared head past her tight entrance. She stopped breathing.
“This should help you hold in that water while you sit in the corner,” he purred.
Hermione's eyes widened as she processed that. He was going to make her sit in the corner with a glass dick up her bum? While holding the enema? That was diabolical. She didn’t know if she could hold in the water much longer. The glass sank deeper and deeper. It was cold and unyielding. She preferred his cock.
Severus eased it in all the way to the base then released her ankles from their restraints. “Don’t let that fall out. Unless you want that next enema.”
Hermione stood on her shaking legs, making sure she was stable before pushing herself up. Her colon made it clear it wanted her to expel everything she was holding. “I need to go, sir.”
“Ten minutes in the corner.”
Hermione looked at the chair he’d set in the corner. “Yes, sir.” She held her disstended belly as she walked over to it.
He’d put something in the chair. It looked like the mat her parents bought to wipe mud off boots at the back door. Prickly.
“Sit,” he said with an evil grin.
Hermione looked at him for a second then back at the chair. She slid into the seat and grimaced as the mat poked and scratched her. Ten minutes was going to last forever.
“Good girl. I’ll be right back.”
Hermione heard him walk to the bathroom. It sounded as if he were either putting things away or getting things ready. She tried to lift up a little, but that somehow made it worse. Too exhausted to fight it, she took the discomfort. Isn’t this what I wanted? My pussy certainly fancies it.
Severus came back to find her sitting stiffly just where he left her. He put the leg rests back on the bench and put the cane back on the shelf. Seven more minutes. Sitting on the bed, he opened his trousers so his dick could breathe. Much better. Six minutes.
Five minutes.
Four minutes.
“Three more minutes, Miss Granger. When the time is up, we’re going to go to the bathroom, and you’ll be allowed to let out that water.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“But first,” he added, “you’re going to get twenty-five deep thrusts with that glass.”
Hermione bit her lip. Having the dildo buried in her while sitting still was one thing, but having it moving was another. It felt bloody huge as it was. And that wasn’t taking into account the water straining her bowels.
“Two minutes.”
The mat bit into her sore bum. She tried to stay still as he counted down the remaining time.
“One minute.”
Severus put his cock away and moved behind her. “All right. Stand up. Legs spread.”
Hermione put her hands on the wall and stuck out her bum for him. Getting off that mat was a blessing.
“Good girl,” he said softly. He had to keep reminding her how proud he was so she'd want to do all this again. “You'd better not let out any of that water.”
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Severus held the base of the dildo and pulled it out, leaving just the head inside her. “One,” he said evenly and then shoved it back inside her hard.
Hermione’s eyes bugged out. “Unh!”
“Two.” He thrust it again.
“Unh!” It was intense: not painful, but jarring and overwhelming.
Each new thrust made her stomach jolt.
“Eight.”
Her back was tight, and her cheeks were red and irritated from the mat. He could feel the heat from her backside every time he thrust in the phallus.
“Eleven.”
Hermione started to cry. She wanted him to do it faster. Or stop. It was just enough discomfort to make her ache for more and wish it was over at the same time.
“Fifteen.”
He sounded bored. She didn’t know how he stayed so bloody calm. Her legs were like marble as she fought to keep control of her water.
“Eighteen.” Thrust.
“Nineteen.” Thrust.
“Twenty.” Thrust.
“UNH!” She started sobbing. Her heart was pounding; sweat rolled down her face. It was hard not to clench around the glass while trying to hold the water. The churning in her belly became a tempest.
“Twenty-four.” Thrust.
“Twenty-five.” Thrust.
“All right, Miss Granger. March yourself to the bathroom. You'd better not hide your face when you let that out either.”
Walking was more than difficult. He kept one hand on the base of the dildo to help her keep it in, but it was the still the longest walk to the bathroom she could ever remember. Hermione sat down on the toilet with a groan.
Severus eased the phallus from her bum and took it to the sink to clean it. From the sound of it, she really had been desperate to get to the loo. He kept one eye on her to make sure she didn’t hide. To her credit, she didn’t. She didn’t look at him, but she kept her eyes open. He went to the tub and started filling it for a bath. She seemed grateful for the sound of the water drowning out her expulsion.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. That got her attention. His shoes and socks came off next, but he left his trousers where they were.
When she felt empty, Hermione wiggled around, making sure no more water was hiding, then wiped herself clean. The way he watched her made her blush, but she was hopeful that it was time for a thorough buggering. Although, her bum was sore as hell, so she was a little worried. But she needed him whether she was sore or not. She could always tell him to stop if she couldn't take it.
Snape beckoned her closer and she nervously approached him.
Cupping her face with both hands, he wiped the drying tear-streaks from below her eyes with the pads of his thumbs. “I saved the trousers for you. I know how much you like to remove them yourself.”
Hermione smiled and ran one finger over his growing bulge “Your detentions are very personal, Professor.”
“Detention is over. You’re here voluntarily now. You want to stay, don’t you?”
She smiled at him. “More than anything. Sir.”
Severus bent to her lips and kissed her. “You'd better call me Severus when you come.”
Using her hands to feel her way, she kept her eyes on his as she unfastened his trousers. She didn’t need to see what she was doing. The actions had been burned into her muscle memory. The distance from his chest to his waist and from his waist to his cock was a divine ratio with which she could build monuments. His cock had covertly become a unit of measurement that she used on a daily basis for estimation.
After she uncovered his stiff flesh, she gave him a cheeky smile and ran one finger over its expanding length. “Is this how you react to all your detentions, sir?”
Severus’s lips twitched. “No.”
“So then, this is just for me?”
“Only you,” he murmured and kissed her again.
Hermione let his tongue lick away her ability to think. Oxygen was overrated; she could learn to breathe him over time, adapt to a new environment.
Snape growled into her soft lips. His cock knew what was in store and solidified in her clever fingers. Trousers falling to the floor, he forced himself away from her mouth and knelt to take off her socks. Sad to see them go, he pressed his lips to her soft hip to distract himself. “Turn around so I can oil you up.”
Hermione smiled as he spun her around by the hips and kissed her damaged bum. He summoned a clear jar off the counter and patted its buttery contents over her sore hole. When he eased his finger inside, she let out a contented sigh. A single digit greased her walls. He’s being very thorough, she thought with a laugh.
Severus added another finger and dug in deep. She moaned for him, and he twisted his hand, smirking at her squeal. “All right, you’re ready.”
When he stood, Hermione wrapped her fingers around his jutting length. “Do I get to do you now?”
“As long as you mean lube my cock.”
“I did. But now I’m wondering how you’d like my new glass lover.”
Severus shook his head as he smeared the oil on her hand. “You’d have to get me pretty pissed before I’d let you do something like that.”
“Is that an invitation to spike your drink tonight?”
He gave her a warning look despite the laughter in his head. “Most certainly not. Don’t you even think something like that.”
Hermione pumped her fist around his cock, grinning as he bobbed in her hand. “I’m getting cold. Did you make the water hot?”
“Hot enough. Get in. That is sufficient, Miss Granger. I’m greased enough to pass through a keyhole.”
Maybe in a giant’s house. “I like how soft it makes your cock.”
He gave her a look as he urged her toward the tub. “It’s probably not a brilliant idea to say soft and cock to a man in the same sentence, nor how much you fancy it.”
“I fancy your cock in all states of tumescence,” Hermione said as she stepped in with him.
Severus sat down and motioned for her to sit in his lap. “So if I’m limp the rest of my life, you’d be okay with that?”
Hermione wiggling her bum against his erection and leaned her back onto his chest. “You’d still have your fingers, right?”
Severus wrapped one arm around her and pinched her nipple. “No. They were blown off in a potion explosion.”
“You’d still have your tongue though?”
“Cut out by a disgruntled student.”
I can believe that. “Then I’d find an intact part of you and hump it.”
Snape silently laughed into her hair. “I give you permission to sleep with other men if I’m ever reduced to a fingerless, tongueless, impotent shell of a man. Although, I hope you’d have the decency to put me out of my misery should that ever happen.”
“Never,” she said, smiling. “I’d just figure out a way to ride your feet while I kiss your remaining lips.”
Her answer made him disturbingly happy even if he didn’t really believe it. His cock was tight as a bow. He pulled her upwards and kissed the side of her face. “Put it in.”
The tip touched her backdoor, tapping and prodding for admittance. Reaching between her legs, she held him steady as she slowly impaled herself. Her breath escaped in a heated sigh as he stretched her. She gradually eased down to the base, her bum kissing his hips in greeting.
“That’s my girl,” he hissed in her ear. “Put you legs up on the edge of the tub.”
She propped up her legs on the sides as Severus held her hips and began to move underneath her. His oiled length slipped in and out. The motion made the water slap the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples went hard as the air cooled over them.
Severus rode her from below. The warm water lulled him into a lazy cocoon of pleasure as her tight hole seized his shaft. Every time she moaned and whimpered, the sound echoed around the tiled bathroom. The harder he thrust, the louder she got, the tub amplifying her cries.
Hermione let out a pitiful noise when he teased her clit again. His fingers played her to the edge of crescendo then left her panting on the edge. “Severus! Please.”
“Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want it harder?”
Her eyes rolled back as his voice coated her pussy. “Yes, sir.”
Severus breathed a soft grunt in her ear and sank his fingers into her hips to hold her in place. “Pinch your nipples for me. They'd better be red when we’re done.”
Hermione’s legs flexed against the tub’s edge as he went at her arse like a runaway piston. She almost tore off her nipples trying to keep hold. The water was splashing up over the edge of the tub, and she watched it with a disconnected stare. She didn’t care if the whole bathroom got flooded so long as he didn’t stop.
Severus listened as her breathing became erratic and short. There was going to be a ruddy mess to clean up when bathtime was over, but he didn’t care so long as she came.
“That’s it. I know you’re there,” he panted. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
Snape couldn’t talk anymore. He was out of breath. Her body went to stone over him. When her back arched, he gasped as her sphincter tried to rip off his cock. Her muscles trembled, and he grunted at the added vibration.
“Severus!” she choked out. It was difficult to talk, but she knew he wanted to hear it. Her body had tightened itself to such a peak, she was never going to slide down from it. When she finally broke over the crest, she floated through the release like a narcoleptic trance dancer. Her body jerked and shuddered on top of him, but her brain had shut down, leaving her eyes empty and unfocused.
He slowed down when her body started to go limp. It took him a few minutes before he could talk, but he finally managed. “That was bloody fabulous, love. Do you want to keep going?”
Hermione gave him a dazed nod.
“I can’t keep this up. I’ve got to slow down.”
She nodded again.
“Tell me you’re all right.”
“I love you, Severus,” she whispered.
He let a tired smile pull at his mouth. Her pigtails had gotten drenched and were sticking to his neck and chest. Pushing them out of the way, he touched his lips to the back of her ear. “Say it again.”
Hermione smiled and turned her face sideways to his. “I love you. Please kiss me again.”
Tilting his head, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. The angle was uncomfortable, but he didn’t stop.
The soft sigh that breathed over her cheek as he kissed her told Hermione everything he couldn't say. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight, making her feel safe even as he continued to ream her arse. Perfect. He didn’t need to tell her he loved her, he showed her through everything he did. Nothing was left unsaid.
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