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Many Lessons to be Learned	By : Shay89 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 36507 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Willful

(SS POV)

            For seven days I’d had the little witch in my territory for detention. Not only had she calmly completed all tasks, a great number of which were disgusting instead of willfully going against my accusations and insults as she usually would she took them with grace and a bow of her head. Only once did she make a large mistake which after thoroughly berating her and making her repeat it until she’d finally succeeded at near midnight I gave her another night of detention for lack of concentration. Which is why I was here right now leaning against my desk waiting for her arrival.

            Each night she had come in either early or as promptly as possible. Instead of forcing me to acknowledge her presence, as was traditional amongst these thickheaded students, she would enter the classroom from either my private labs or the hall and stand silent a polite distance from the desk. She never let her distaste in some of the tasks she was assigned show she would just placidly say ‘yes Sir’ and when done politely inform me and wait patiently for approval before packing up and leaving with an even more obnoxiously polite ‘goodnight.’

            Yes I knew Granger was submissive but this sudden change in behavior was almost bizarrely similar to a submissive doing their best to attract a dominants attention. The only way she could know my preferences would be that damnable godson of mine. Come to think of it, it really wasn’t so far fetched to assume he might have told her. The only question then is why he told her.

            Granger had used a different approach than that day in class to let me see certain things, but only those she was okay with. In an interesting turn of events she stopped blocking her sexual thoughts entirely. Sometimes the thoughts were so overpowering that she not only had a slight physical reaction to them but also was practically broadcasting them to him. At first I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this new behavior and as it increased my frustration I would viciously take it out on her.

            One particular evening I had her collecting the seeds of a particularly hard nut to crack. It was a difficult task and she’d come over when the set was done to pass her work over. For the last twenty minutes she’d been thinking about his cock and sucking it, perhaps it was a good distraction for her task. He however was having a difficult time grading as he was supposed to be doing. He’d practically growled that she didn’t have near enough and to get over there and finish the task. She’d mumbled a ‘yes Sir’ and patiently went back to work resuming her inappropriate thoughts. The girl didn’t leave until 12:30 and he was rock hard by then.

            Something was up with her. Yes she still blushed and rubbed her thighs together brazenly when he would speak to her, or come even the slightest bit closer. But she was no longer shielding the fantasies of hers and it seemed she had been having an awful lot of them. Once when I’d had her edit first years papers her thoughts grew so intense I’d heard her moan and watched her lean her head back slightly. Too astounded at the moment I’d ignored it but it seemed with each passing day her control was slipping bit by bit. I’d find her staring at me, or with her eyes closed enjoying a particularly creative scene. And each time I did the desire to both intensely punish her and bend her over my desk and take her forcefully from behind increased two-fold.

            Giving her this extra day of detention had been a mistake, I knew that now. The girl wasn’t even in the room yet and still my cock was straining against the fabric of my trousers. What the little slut didn’t know was that I had a breaking point and her actions had pushed her right up to the line. She may enjoy fantasizing but the reality would be much different and I wasn’t entirely sure she could handle it.

            Ah there she is, exactly on time once again. “Miss Granger, tonight you will be taking inventory of my storeroom. I expect it to be thorough and neat. Don’t break anything the consequences will not be enjoyable.”

            She gave her now traditional ‘yes Sir’ took the notepad I offered to her and proceeded to walk past me and into the storeroom. It was big and would take her no doubt her entire Friday evening a fact I derived almost too much pleasure from. I figured in that big room she’d be far enough away that she could keep her fantasies under control and I could perhaps actually get some grading done.

            Not even an hour into the evening I growled and dropped my head to my desk. This was almost worse than the other nights with little short clips of fantasies or little depraved things she wanted done to her ripe, young body. The vision he was getting now reminded him of that fantasy in the hallway, only this time she was in the storeroom resting on the wide step ladder, knees spread wide, ass near the edge. That too tiny school skirt of hers entirely flipped up to reveal a bare and already soaking cunt with her panties lying discarded on the ground. Growling again I tried to ignore how bold and loud her thoughts seemed to be getting.

            Five minutes later I heard a loud moan coming from the storeroom. Letting the thoughts back in thinking perhaps it was just her fantasy making her act like a wonton hussy it was amusing to find her lithe figure exposed. Shirt unbuttoned with the black fabric of her bra pulled down one hand pinching and tweaking each nipple forcefully as her other hand danced over her clit. The distinct thought being ‘I wish Severus would come in here.’

            Surprised by her using my first name I slipped back out of the thoughts and slammed down a mental wall to ignore them. In blissful silence once again I was startled when a familiar keening sound made its way out of the storeroom. Rising quickly I strode into the storeroom to find the fantasy was actually a reality. A partially done inventory had been discarded on the floor.

            “Miss Granger, I do not believe this is the task I assigned you,” I growled out. In this room her scent had permeated every corner of it and assaulted my senses as soon as I entered. It was sweet and I knew she would taste delicious.



            Her eyes flew open to find me as I closed the distance between us very quickly. The distinct look of prey being hunted entered her eyes once again and in those moments she froze leaving the perfect picture of her sweet supple body exposed ready to be abused and used in the most wonderful ways. When I was a mere foot away I lowered myself bending at the waist to pick up the discarded panties. On the way down my nose and mouth were at a perfect level to practically be in her cunt if I just moved minimally closer. Unable to entirely resist I let my tongue slip out on the way up and gently scoop up some of her flavor.

            I heard her gasp and her body tensed up in anticipation only to be disappointed when I was standing straight once again. Pocketing her panties I watched as she quickly lost some of her nerve sobering up in my presence and moving to lower her skirt.

            “Miss Granger you will follow me and you will keep your skirt up to expose that greedy little cunt of yours.” I didn’t give her any time to protest I just turned and made my way back into the potions room. I wasn’t entirely sure she’d follow but when I reached my desk I was pleased to see her cautiously emerging. “Miss Granger do not pretend to be modest now, come here.”

            I could practically see her trying to summon up the courage and when she finally did I bit back the groan. Gryffindor’s little golden girl, their Princess was standing next to my desk ass and pussy clearly exposed and swollen lips looking like they were dripping with the extent of her arousal. Growling I pushed all the papers off my desk sideways and gripped her hips roughly uprooting her and planting her on my desk. The little squeal she emitted causing me to chuckle as I once again took my seat casually tossing a silencing and a locking charm on the classroom door.

            Bringing the chair closer to the desk I watched her sharply inhale a breath the anticipation evident on her face. Grabbing both her feet I lifted one each to rest on the arms of my chair, which left her fully open, completely exposed and vulnerable. She was seated up using her hands for support blushing terribly as she realized the position that she was in. Her glistening folds were literally right before my face presented like some sort of prize. Though I had no intentions of getting her off and doing the work myself I couldn’t help but reach out and scoop up some of the juices leaking out. With her eyes watching my every move I brought the soaked finger up to my nose and inhaled deeply before licking it clean of the sweet nectar.

            As the finger was in my mouth she let out a deep, guttural moan. “Since this is all you seem to be able to think about Miss Granger and you so badly want to perform for me, that is exactly what you will do.”

            “Wh – what?” she stuttered out looking back at me.

            Sneering at her I adopted the tone I use to admonish her in class “what are you hard of hearing now?” When she didn’t move I slapped the inside of each exposed thigh once. “You better start finger fucking that tight little cunt right now, you won’t like the alternative” I growled out.

            As if moved into action she leaned back a little more resting her weight onto one arm and took the other hand on a teasing trail over her chest. I slapped the inside of each thigh once again in the exact same spots earning a sharp pained cry from the girl. That was a beautiful sound; one I will no doubt have to draw out of her again and again. This time her hand flew down to her lips and one finger began circling her clit.

            “What do you think you were doing? Acting like a wonton hussy in my storeroom. Disgusting…” I said the last word with a venom-laced voice even as I leaned in for a closer inspection of the perfect view in front of me. The insult prompted her to sink two fingers into herself and her head fell back. “You like that don’t you, being degraded, made to feel like the slut you actually are?” She moaned deeply and I slapped the insides of her thighs once again “you will answer me directly when I ask you a question slut.”

            Her eyes flew open as if she was trying to remember something but two more slaps to each thigh broke her concentration “yes, yes I like it” she cried out and as a reward I rubbed a soothing hand over her no doubt sensitive thighs. Her little fingers that had frozen in place began moving again without a command and her hips started moving in time with the thrusting motion.

            Letting out a growl I laid a hand on the fabric covering my rigid member and rubbed lightly. “Such a willful little slut, you don’t really know how to be obedient do you Miss Granger?”

            “No Sir, but I can learn” she breathily replied.

            Two slaps to each thigh resounded in the stone room coupled with her enchanting moans. “I did not ask for an explanation slut, you are a willful and disobedient whore, let’s see if we can break you of that shall we?” She didn’t answer and for my own pleasure I slapped those soft thighs two more times each earning desperate moans for my efforts. “What a little pain slut you are. Looks like those nasty rumors don’t have any ground to stand on” I practically purred rubbing the two glaringly red spots on her flesh. “If only Weasley could see you right now, primed, soaked and desperate. He’d get to see how a real man handles a woman like yourself.” She was quickly losing control in a matter of simply minutes and I could only imagine what she would be like fully naked and trussed up.

            I groaned once again stroking my painfully hard member through the cloth admiring the beauty literally writing on my desk with her feet and legs spread directly in front of my face. “Oh god” she moaned “please Professor…”

            “Please what Miss Granger?” I leaned a little forward ignoring my erection for the time being.

            “I need –“ she gasped for air a second and her hips bucked up in her hands.

            “What is it you need Miss Granger? Ask nicely and I may just give it too you” my face was now mere inches from her spread and swollen lips.

            “Please hit me again,” I growled as she whimpered that out. I can’t say it’s what I had been expecting but her affinity for pain mixed with pleasure was truly appealing to my more animalistic nature.

            “I will keep hitting you Miss Granger, but you may not cum until I tell you. Do you understand this?”

            “Yes, yes Sir. Oh please keep going. I promise I’ll wait” desperation was obvious in her voice, her head almost thrashing violently from side to side, as she was lost in pleasure. Clearly she was just as wild sober as she was intoxicated a fact, which held promise.

            With two fingers plunging into her tightness so close to my face I murmured “good girl” blowing warm air onto her clit and I could see the muscles contract at the new sensation. I started off with one to each thigh, then two and so on until I reached ten per set. No longer just settling for the tops of her thigh I reddened all visible flesh with a great amount of fervor. Her greedy fingers had been alternating between her clit and her tight hole. “Put your fingers in your ass” I growled out. For a moment shock it seem stilled her body once again but almost as instantly she recovered and without even taking time for preparation shoved both deeply in. To reach she had to bend her body in a way that left her more open to me.

            As she was now lying fully back on the desk her other hand snaked down attempting to take over the task of rubbing her clit. Slapping the hand away I once more blew air onto her clit. The hand made a second approach and I more forcefully slapped it away “you will not touch your clit Granger, when you come undone I want it to be from fingers in your ass and the pleasure you get from pain. Add a third finger.” She complied beautifully keening out her approval sliding her other hand on her body to prevent any other attempts to use it.

            “Please Sir” she cried out “I need something on my clit, I need..” her cries were pained and desperate and I chuckled when I heard them.

            “No Miss Granger you don’t know what you need, but I do. Take the third finger out now, yes that’s a good girl” my voice was a hiss as I saw the slightly stretched hole contract to fit tightly around the two fingers still remaining. Rubbing one of my long fingers up and down her slit I gathered up juices to coat the digit. Once pleased it was wet enough I slid past her opening stopping only slightly to dip in and tease her a moment. The muscles at her entrance contracted as if trying to swallow my finger into her depths. “Miss Granger if I wanted to put my finger in your filthy cunt I would’ve by now, you have no self control, it’s pathetic.”

            A beautiful embarrassed flush coated her skin and my finger moved past her opening and down to the tighter puckered hole, which was still greedily consuming two of her fingers. I rubbed and pushed lightly “as it is my interest lies in another hole of yours entirely. Look at you, displayed on your Professor’s desk begging to be slapped and fingered. You truly are a depraved little whore; I bet your hoping I shove this finger in your ass with your other two. That you would do anything to be filled even if it meant offering up your little ass like a hussy the first time. So fucking hot.” The last bit I’d growled not even attempting to hide the lust and anticipation in my voice.

            “Yes Sir, please yes. I’ll take whatever your willing to give me, you can have whatever hole you want” she had lifted her back off the desk to give me a better angle and I groaned at this. Needing no further encouragement I jammed my longer thicker finger in with her two thrusting digits. She groaned loudly at the intrusion and momentarily stilled her other fingers. As my digit began to pull back she restarted matching my pace eagerly even when it began to verge on violent.

            Watching her come near undone at the sheer eroticism of the whole situation I kept my finger thrusting with hers rubbing the edges of her tight little hole, expanding and stretching it further than it ever had been before. I licked my free hand and found her watching me with a lust filled gaze.

            “Miss Granger I’m going to slap this little clit now, spread your lips with your free hand and expose it for me” as she complied I groaned out at her perfect obedience. “I want you to count how many you can take.” With no further warning my hand descended and her muscles tightened at the painful sensation.

            “One” she cried out after circling the nub twice gently I raised my hand and landed three rapid-fire slaps and she had to catch up with the counting after they’d been administered. I could feel some slight spasms deep in her ass and I knew she was on the edge. Delivering three more I felt her legs tremble and she forgot to count but she was moaning uncontrollably now so I let it slide just this once.

            “Merlin look at yourself, getting finger fucked in the ass by both yourself and your Professor and on the verge of coming from slaps to your clit. What a perfect little slut you are. It’s a wonder with a hungry body, ass and cunt like yours half the school hasn’t sampled you by now. When I bite your clit that’s when you can cum Miss Granger, not a moment before and trust me I’ll know.”

            No longer even willing to delay it for myself I delivered the two hardest slaps of the night taking joy in her pained gasps before lowering my tongue to her slit and delving it into her taste sucking down some sweet juice. I worked my tongue up to her clit and lightly tickled the now overly sensitive bud. Above me she was begging for nothing in particular just saying please over and over completely out of control. Her muscles were spasming around the three fingers in her ass and I knew she was fighting to hold off. To end her torment I took the swollen and abused nub and worried it between my teeth.

            Her body froze as her orgasm hit a deep animalistic sound ripping out of her throat. Her ass tightened over the fingers, of which mine was the only one still thrusting. Suddenly spasms were rocking her body, in wave after wave and I pulled my mouth back to take in the sight. Slowly my finger stilled and I pulled out and yet her cunt and ass were clenching at air as if they could find more, something to fill them. She couldn’t move as the orgasm had taken a lot of her energy so spent and exhausted she lay on my desk with no care for where she was or who was between her legs.

            Deciding to disrupt her bliss I spoke in a bored tone “if you are quite done Miss Granger you should clean yourself up and leave. Your detention is clearly over.”

            She removed her feet and swung a shaky leg around sliding off the desk and to her knees. It seemed she couldn’t really stand and a self-satisfied smirk plastered itself on my face. Weakly she turned towards me, and her little hands extended sliding onto my knees. I slapped both away and coldly insulted her “I did not give you permission to touch me slut.”



            She looked up a little confused and gave me a questioning look before trying again. Enraged I grabbed her petite body and harshly bent her over the desk she’d just came on. Lifting her skirt once more I took in the two round globes that were her ass and smirked at the expanse of reddened skin on her thighs, which would no doubt be sore tomorrow. Gently rubbing the two orbs I planned to punish just as thoroughly I considered the witch under my hands. She was arching her body back up to me as if she were gleefully anticipating the punishment. Someone needed to show her that not all pain was meant to mix with pleasure and if she didn’t stop acting like a willful slut she wouldn’t be experiencing my brand of pleasure again anytime soon.

            “Fuck, you never learn do you. You haven’t earned the right to touch me yet. You’re just a slut who likes to finger herself for her Professor. No fucking control, you have literally none. I’m going to teach you Granger that were not all here for your fucking pleasure and some pain isn’t meant to bring on an orgasm.” I knew my words were vicious, and I could see them cutting into her lust filled gaze sobering her up, yet still she did not resist. Needing no further encouragement the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room coupled by her pitiful yelps. There was no way I was going to be lenient not after this whole week, she had a world of punishment coming her way not just for thinking she could touch him but for her persistent and purposeful torment. He wasn’t stupid, her change in behavior and being caught on the last day of detention; this had all been planned. However the little know-it-all won’t have anticipated the very real pain coming her way.

            She was pleading with me to stop and I laughed coldly. “Give yourself over to it Granger, you know you deserve this.” I didn’t let up my relentless and unyielding pace that took care to grace each part of her perfect ass until she finally stopped fighting and sobbing. It was as if the pain had become a part of her and she was standing separate of her own body. Tears were silently streaming down her face. Finally I slowed my pace to a stop and summoned a jar from my office. Looking at the tenderized flesh I knew for a first spanking I had taken it above and beyond but I refused to regret it.

            Though I was no longer holding her down she didn’t move. Dipping my fingers into the salve I rubbed it deeply into all the angry red flesh on the right cheek first than the left, before moving onto her thighs. Nothing about this cream would help her with the pain tonight that would be hers to deal with. But as tomorrow progressed there would be a time released cooling sensation to at least ease the more severe moments. Letting my hands linger on her young and eager flesh I realized I wasn’t sure if she’d be coming back for more after that display or would just be terrified of me, though admittedly I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment.

            The trembling girl emitted a light moan and pushed her butt back into my hand. Lightly slapping both sensitive cheeks she hissed and pulled back forward. I moved away from the desk casting a spell to clean up the paper work knowing it was vanishing into my office. I wasn’t planning on saying anything to the girl as I retreated to my rooms but she seemed unwilling to move, as if the act of breathing were the only thing she could focus on.

            “Miss Granger you would do well to make yourself decent and get out of my classroom.” My voice was cold again as usual but it elicited no reaction until I shouted “now!” She hopped up sliding her skirt gently over her ass pulling up her bra and buttoning the shirt before fleeing the cold classroom without even glancing back at her dark potion’s Master.

            By the storeroom door her bag and cloak were resting on the ground. Summoning them I smirked, she’d have to come back now; even if I were just to see the embarrassment on her face it would be enjoyable. With one last look at the lingering evidence on my desk I entered my office slamming the door. Willful girl, I could break her and control her every desire. I will break her; I will own her.

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