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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 49 - The Lesson

Severus delivers Welkin's promised lesson in B&D, and she quickly considers becoming a B&D dropout.

Welkin was quiet, straining to hear a sound; hopefully the sound of Severus returning soon to begin her lesson. It had to have been at least an hour since he had turned her face away from him, and fastened the green silk sash about her head to cover her eyes, knotting it securely in back.

Where was she? Welkin knew that Severus had Apparated with her to somewhere, that much was certain. She had heard the sounds of feet shuffling about on the floor, and the low murmurs of a conversation, but nothing that she could make out distinctly.

Her arms extended over her head, Welkin's wrists were cuffed to the wall, just high enough that she was obliged to balance on the balls of her bare feet. She felt a chill on her body, for he had divested her of all clothing before this began, except for a small black leather collar, which he had fastened around her neck.

Somehow she knew that she should not call out for Severus. He probably would not be inclined to answer, in this scenario. He was obviously trying to keep her off-balance. It was working. She was getting pretty nervous, despite the fact that she had asked him for this, hadn't she? Her lesson in bondage and domination had begun, and she should cooperate as fully as she could. She was sure it would be a most informative and stimulating lesson. Severus was an excellent teacher, in her estimation, despite his reputation at Hogwarts among the students for unfairness, if not outright mental cruelty.

Still, she kept straining to hear any small sound, as the minutes slowly ticked by. Was patience part of the lesson? It wasn't exactly one of her strong points, she had to admit.

Had Severus really left, or was he still here as a silent observer of her discomfort? Just when she was certain that she must still be alone in the room, she felt the soft stroke of a hand down the side of one of her breasts, and then the touch of fingers flicking at her nipple. The gentle manipulations continued for some time, teasing her nipple erect, before moving on to the other breast. It was a bit odd that he was being so tender with her. Perhaps his own self-restraint was part of the lesson.

She felt the touch of his shoe against her legs, nudging them apart, and then, after a short pause, she felt something strike her between her spread legs.

The gentle stinging on her pussy continued, as she heard the swish of something brush-like, which continued to strike her on that most tender portion of her body. The stinging sensation centered on her pussy, but also was alternately directed at each of her breasts in turn, causing Welkin to moan softly and undulate a little in place as she responded. It definitely stung, and yet it was rather pleasurable as well.

She had no idea how long this went on, but by the time it stopped, she was more than ready for the next phase to begin. Her clit was throbbing and her nipples were stiff and tingling.

At last, she felt hands at the blindfold which obscured her vision, and the fabric was pulled away. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the light, and looked up into the eyes of a stranger.

"Expecting someone else?" a low female voice asked.

"I...uh...yes," Welkin said softly, shocked to see the unnaturally raven-haired leather-clad Amazon who was standing before her. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar darkened chamber, until with relief, she saw Severus. He was seated on what looked like a gray marble throne, positioned against a side wall of the room, which was somewhat dramatically covered in deep red velvet draperies. Wall torches on either side of him helped dispel the gloom in the chamber. Snape was regarding her reaction to the Amazon with almost academic interest. He took a drink from a goblet he was holding as he watched Welkin watching him.

"What a sweet little poppet," the Amazon said to him, as she stroked the back of her hand across Welkin's nipple again. "No wonder we haven't seen you here in well over a year, Master Snape. It's a shame you didn't want the full treatment for her. I think I would have enjoyed that."

"I'm sure you would have, Lilith, but I reserve such pleasures with this one strictly to myself," Snape told her.

Lilith? Welkin thought. What an appropriately cliche name for something like this. The room was filled with all sorts of things that looked vaguely like medieval torture devices, but with the modernized gleam of newer metals.

"Yes, of course, Master Snape," Lilith replied with practiced deference. "Still...it's a pity," she concluded, eyeing Welkin again. "She is exquisitely responsive."

"Perhaps you would care to display her to me before you leave us?" Snape offered her with benign graciousness. "I shall give you at least that small reward for your admiration of my personal... property," he told her, his eyes flicking back to Welkin to observe her reaction to his use of the provocative word to describe her. If she was offended by it, her face did not betray it, he thought. Very good.

"Of course, entirely for your pleasure, Master," Lilith responded.

Welkin thought she sounded a little too eager to please Severus, and that it might not be strictly entirely for his pleasure at all, judging by the way Lilith's dark eyes, heavily lined with gothy black eyeliner, were looking at her.

"It will be Milord, I think," Snape corrected. "She will address me as Milord."

"Of course, Milord," Lilith said with a knowing look, as she was busy fastening a lead to the leather collar around Welkin's neck. She released Welkin from her manacles and took up the braided black leather leash.

"On your knees, little poppet," Lilith instructed her. "Milord wishes you to go for a little walk, and display yourself for him."

Welkin hesitated, reluctant to be led around on a leash like somebody's chattel.

"Now," Lilith insisted more firmly. "Do not keep Milord waiting," she warned. The woman towered over her. Welkin estimated that she had to be at least six inches taller than Severus was, and Severus was a little over six feet tall. Better not argue with this one until she had a better feel of this scenario.

Welkin sank to her knees, but otherwise stayed upright.

"Hands and knees," Lilith instructed.

"You've got to be kidding me." Welkin couldn't help protesting a little, her advice to herself swept aside. She thought better of it when she felt the sharp tug of the leash, urging her to silence and obedience.

Welkin went to her hands and knees, her head down, as Lilith began to lead her across the floor towards Snape. She strolled her back and forth like a dog trainer would before a judge at a dog show, while Snape watched her crawl naked in front of him, and they freely discussed her buttocks and her swaying breasts. Occasionally, Lilith would give a sharp slap to Welkin's rump on alternating sides. At one point Snape left his seat to examine her between her legs, commenting crudely on how wet her quim was becoming.

She couldn't help being stimulated, but it was humiliating to be treated like this in front of another woman, and Welkin immediately began to have second and third thoughts about requesting this lesson.

"That will be enough, I think," Snape said at last. "Take her to the table and secure her."

Lilith got her to her feet, and did as she was ordered, but not before bidding her to thank Milord for the great privilege of parading herself in front of him, which Welkin did a little too curtly and insincerely, drawing a frown from Severus. He had expected Welkin to rebel, but not quite this soon in their session.

Welkin protested again several times before she finally took her place lying on the hard, rough wooden table in the center of the floor.

When she had secured Welkin spread-eagled to the table, Lilith gave her a crooked smile. "She's a little mouthy," she remarked to Snape. "Would Milord like her gagged?"

"Yes. I think that would be best. She does tend to be a bit too verbose. She will not need to do more than moan...in the beginning," he agreed.

Lilith retrieved a leather ball-gag from a drawer in the side of the table and forced it between her teeth, securing the straps tightly behind her head. Whatever renewed protests Welkin was making were effectively muffled.

"Have fun, little poppet," Lilith whispered next to her ear, stroking her breast one last time. Welkin watched her with a slight sense of relief as she left them alone, the heavy door clanging shut behind her ominously.

When she turned her head back towards Severus, he was looking at her with an odd little smile on his lips, his dark eyes gleaming at her strangely in the light from the torches on the wall, as she lay spread open to him, utterly defenseless against whatever he had planned. It was then that Welkin noticed the object he was holding in his hand.

In his hand he held a long grey cylinder with a large, knobby rounded tip, approximately as large as his own cock in diameter. He flipped a switch on the side and it began to pulsate and hum. Her stomach did a flip-flop of apprehension as he approached her with it. Lord, help her. Severus Snape was armed with a vibrator. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Snape touched the Muggle vibrator device to her clit again and held it there, pressing it to her tenderness as Welkin's muffled squeals started up again through the gag. He had very much enjoyed taking her into the throes of orgasm, over and over again, and then suddenly stopping, as she squirmed and squealed under his persistent ministrations.

At first it was frustration he sensed as he withdrew his attentions, but now, having elicited many orgasmic spasms from her, she was near exhaustion, for he had been at her for nearly an hour. He had only taken one break from using the device, long enough to sheath his cock inside her and take his own pleasure, the evidence of which had partially seeped from inside her naturally, or been forcibly expelled by her other orgasms as he returned to using the Muggle contraption.

"Such a mess you're making, my pet," he purred to her with a smirk.

Perhaps he could contrive a magical version of one of these devices, Snape thought. It might be very useful to prolong her stimulation in between their couplings when they returned to Hogwarts for the new term. It also might have definite marketing possibilities to adult witches, he thought, following a more practical line of consideration. As Arthur Weasley would have noted, these Muggles were certainly an ingenious lot.

Flipping off the switch, he moved to her side and leaned down next to her ear. "Would you like the gag removed now?" he asked softly. Welkin nodded at him enthusiastically, and tried to mumble something through the gag which was, under the circumstance, rather incoherent to him.

"Please, Severus, I don't think I can come any more like this. Please stop. Let me up, please," she pleaded, after he removed the gag from between her pouty lips.

He grasped her face roughly with one hand and squeezed her cheeks. "Please, Milord," he instructed. "Say it properly, and I shall release you."

"Please, Milord!" she repeated hastily.

When he had loosed her, she started to roll off the table but he pressed her back down firmly, holding her in place with his hand on her chest, like a lab specimen that was threatening to escape his grasp before the experiment was complete. "I do not believe that I have given you permission to rise," he told her imperiously.

"Please, Sev...I mean...please, Milord...may I get up?"

"As you wish, my pet." He nodded at her, as he removed his hand.

She sat up on the edge of the table, rubbing her wrists and ankles where the ropes had made marks on her skin as she had jerked against them during her orgasms.

"Milord, can't we just go home now. I think you're right. I'll never be any good at this. Maybe this lesson wasn't a very good idea after all."

"I do not allow drop-outs from my classes," Snape informed her curtly.

"Please, Sev...Milord! Can't you just make this one little exception this one time? I just don't like being tied down and gagged."

Snape sighed and shook his head at her. "I am most disappointed in your lack of cooperation and persistence. I have gone to considerable expense and preparation to provide this experience for you, Welkin, only because you said you wanted it, and asked - or rather, begged - me to. Now you wish to abandon it before we have used any of the other devices. I do not believe that you are giving these activities a proper trial or consideration in discounting them so quickly."

Quickly? If he spent as much time on her with the other devices in this room as he had with the vibrator, they'd still be here when the sun came up tomorrow! Not only that, but most of the things he expected to strap her into and use on her looked like torture devices out of an old Vincent Price movie.

"I'm sorry, Severus...Milord. I can't help the way I feel. Except for the orgasms, it's just not my thing, I guess. It's not that much fun for me like this. Can't you just fuck me without having to truss me up like a turkey?" she pleaded.

Severus sighed again. "Can we at least use the swing device before I take you home? That does not require that you be totally restrained. You merely have to be seated in it for the most part. I was saving it for the completion," he informed her, sounding disappointed that he would have to forego the rest of her lesson.

"Of course, Milord." Welkin grinned at him, simultaneously looking as relieved as he did disappointed. "No more vibrators though, okay, sweetie? I'm feeling a little bit chafed. Anyway, I prefer your Real McCoy to a mechanical device."

Severus had been truly blessed by the Cock Fairy, Welkin thought fondly, grinning to herself, relaxing again now that the ordeal of his lesson was almost at an end.

Snape lifted Welkin in his arms and carried her to the swing device, positioning her in the sling seat. He proceeded to expertly secure her legs to the sides, spread wide apart for easy access.

Welkin kept nattering on to him about a variety of things as he positioned her, most of which had no bearing on the sex act they were preparing to complete.

Severus unzipped himself, whipped out his cock and unceremoniously pressed it into her, shutting her up by kissing her firmly. It was not a ball-gag, but it was very nearly as effective. Welkin stopped trying to talk and flung her arms around his neck enthusiastically as the momentum of his thrusts rocked her rhythmically back and forth in the swing.

Now, this was more like it, Welkin thought. Hopefully, Severus would eventually get over his disappointment at her being a B&D drop-out. It's not like it was going to affect her O.W.L. exams, after all.

"Are you really disappointed with me for not going through with it, Sevvy? I'm sorry I'm not any good at it and spoiled it for you," Welkin told him, as they lay in bed at home later that night.

"Of course not, my pet. You cannot be good at everything sexual."

"That's very philosophical of you, but, is it something that you're going to miss? I mean, I suppose if you felt like you needed it really badly, you could go back to...that place," she said hesitantly. "I wouldn't want you to feel all deprived and bitter, or anything. And I guess as long as it was strictly business and nothing personal..." Welkin was crossing her fingers that he wouldn't take her up on her generous and understanding offer. She probably would not be quite so understanding if he were to actually do so.

"That will not be necessary. I am quite pleased and well satisfied with our range of sexual activities, Wells. I do not require augmentation of them in any way," he assured her.

"Good!" Welkin sounded greatly relieved. "I didn't really want you to say yes. I didn't want to have to picture you with that Amazon Goth Lilith person. She's not at all your type, you know," she sniffed.

Severus smiled to himself, pleased at the jealousy he detected in Welkin's voice, unfounded though it was. He had no plans and no desire to return there. He pulled her closer, to snuggle against him. "And what is my type, in your estimation?" he asked.

"Me, of course," Welkin said matter-of-factly, as if that settled the matter.

"You, of course, my little poppet," Snape agreed, stroking her hair contentedly. It did, indeed, settle the matter.
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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)

Chapter 49 - The Lesson