Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Ginny's Punishment	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Ginny Views: 101808 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Well everyone, enjoy another long awaited chapter of Ginny’s Punishment. I would really love to see some reviews so I can know how everyone is liking the plot. However, I am just as happy if you are simply going along for the ride. A fun note, do you realize how hard it was for me to NOT add Lucius into this chapter? I decided that Snape and Ginny deserved a fic to themselves for once lol

As always, this is not beta’d so I can get the chapters to you as soon as I finish writing them.

Another note, review replies are right here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/25326-ginnys-punishment-an-and-review-comments/

Enjoy and don’t hesitate to tell me what you think!

B*B*B*B*

Ginny sat in front of Snape’s desk, watching as he scribbled away on a piece of parchment.

This was actually quite a normal occurrence. Whenever Ginny came into his office for detention, he would make her sit there until he was finished with whatever needed to be worked on.

Ginny used these opportunities to study him without rebuttal from him.

His brow was furrowed, the lines in his forehead standing out. He had an angry scowl on his face. Then again, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for there not to be a scowl on his face. Even when they had sex together, he was scowling down at her in the rare times where he would shag her on her back.

The only time Ginny experienced Snape not scowling was when he finished shagging her and collapsed on top of her. He would look so relaxed—even calm. It took a while for Ginny to realize that when he shagged her, it was probably the only time he ever felt stress free.

Snape didn’t seem to mind that she studied him. Maybe it made him feel as if letting her study him was his way of holding some kind of power or sway over her.

Whatever the case, Ginny learned a long time ago not to let his need for power bother her. As far as she was concerned, she got what she needed from him and he got what he needed from her. When it all came down to it, she would be with Harry at the end of the war, and he would be dead or in prison.

Yet something told Ginny that Snape wouldn’t have as dark a fate as he or anyone else thought. Despite his rough treatment of her, she knew he wasn’t an evil person—crabby, possessive, a git, but not evil.

Snape finally put his quill down and stood.

“Come,” he said, walking toward his private rooms.

Ginny sighed, picking up her backpack and following him.

“Goodnight, Ginevra,” Dumbledore said cheerfully from his portrait.

“Goodnight, Headmaster,” Ginny called over her shoulder.

Ginny couldn’t believe how easy it was for Dumbledore to just accept what Snape was doing with her. Maybe he knew something about how Snape felt about the relationship that she didn’t know.

Nonetheless, she was happy that he wasn’t staring at her with disapproval any longer.

Snape stood in the doorway of his private rooms, his arms crossed, waiting for her to go through.

Ginny picked up her pace and finally made it through the door.

She set her bag on the floor near the door way and stood, waiting to see where and how he would want her.

Snape pointed to the desk and then reached to his neck to start unhooking his cloak.

Ginny stood there, taking off her robes. She let them fall to the floor and stood at the desk, waiting for him to finish what he was doing.

Snape was halfway through unbuttoning his cloak when he let out a curse and grabbed his arm.

Ginny’s stomach dropped when she realized what was happening. His dark mark was calling.

Before Snape could say anything to her, a piece of parchment flew from a drawer in his desk. The quill on the top of the desk dipped itself in the ink and began to scribble.

Ginny looked in horror at the message that appeared.

Bring your pretty red head toy with you. And that is an order—not a request.

When the quill finished, the parchment flew to Snape.

Snape read the message and began to curse again.

Throwing it down, he went into his room. A few seconds later he reappeared in his Death Eater robes and mask.

He grabbed her arm roughly and took her into his private quarters.

It was the first time Ginny had ever been inside.

Snape had a tendency to avoid beds when they shagged, hence the reason she never went further than his private office.

She didn’t have time to admire the clean, masculine layout, however. He was dragging her quickly through everything to a heavy door at the very end of the quarters.

He opened the door and dragged her though.

They began to walk down a long, dark corridor.

Ginny fought to keep up with his long strides.

Suddenly, there was a tiny tickle in her brain.

Someone has been spying on us. That is only one way the Dark Lord could have possibly known about the nature of our relationship. I have worked hard to keep everything that we do discreet.

Ginny wasn’t alarmed at the random voice inside her head. Snape enjoyed using Legilimency on her rare times when they had to keep quiet because he refused to put a silencing shield up around them.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his suspicion about a spy. Snape was far from discreet when it came to shagging her.

Sometimes she would be walking to class and he would find a dimly lit corner and take her. Sometimes he would take her in the stairway leading to the office.

And sometimes he would find an empty classroom and make her ride him in the professor’s chair.

Even Neville was commenting on how much Snape stared at her during meals and how much detention she had with him.

She was actually surprised it took this long for them to even get discovered.

Ginny felt Snape’s hand tighten on her arm and he stopped in the dark corridor.

She looked up at him in question and he was looking at her with what looked to be surprise.

Have I really been that careless?

Ginny simply nodded her head.

Thinning his lips, he tightened his already ironclad grip on her arm and started pulling her through the dark corridor again.

Seconds later they were outside.

Pulling her into his chest, they apparated to the Dark Lord’s lair.

It was unsurprising to Ginny that the Dark Lord’s lair was a mansion.

Welcome to Malfoy Manor.

Ginny rolled her eyes. That was even more unsurprising than the dark lord having a mansion as a lair.

Snape pulled her up the long driveway. At the large double doors, he knocked three times.

The door automatically opened. On the other side was a house elf with empty eyes.

Without saying a word, it led them through the mansion.

Ginny couldn’t stop from gaping at her surroundings. The entrance hall was full of marble floors, elegant sculptures, and large ceilings that went on forever. There was even the expected yet still elegant spiral staircase that probably went to the private section of the mansion.

Before Ginny could explore and gape any longer, she and Snape were led down into a dark, poorly lit corridor.

Ginny crossed her arms, goose bumps appearing on her skin. Her thin, cheap robes did not protect from the cold air of the Malfoy dungeon. But it was more than cold that was making her anxious. This would be the first time she saw Tom Riddle since she was eleven years old. She didn’t know if she was ready to face him again.

We are almost there. Keep your head down and only lift it when it tells you to. If he speaks and wants you to speak to him, always refer to him as ‘My Lord.’

Ginny began to feel even more overwhelmed. Gods could she face him again even after all of those years of acceptance and the little help she had gotten from Snape.

The house elf stopped at a large, wooden door and popped away.

Snape didn’t open the door right away. Instead he faced Ginny, his face blank.

He doesn’t look like the Tom Riddle you know. He has sold his soul to the devil and is paying the price. If you can get through a year of being possessed by him, then you can get through this hour barely looking at him.

Turning away from her, he grabbed her arm and walked her through the doorway.

Ginny was still in shocked. Though it wasn’t explicit he actually complemented her for something.

She had no time to marvel over the rarity of his praise, however. As soon as they stepped beyond the door, they were surrounded by death eaters.

To avoid running out of the Manor at the sight of being around so many dangerous figures, Ginny put her head down.

She could hear their jeers and crude comments being directed at her but she simply closed her eyes and hoped that she would leave the Manor alive.

“Ahhh Sssseverus. Ssssso glad that you fulfilled my command.”

Ginny felt as if ice cubes were caressing her spine at the sound of the voice.

It was like a high pitched siren—a whine if you will.

She couldn’t help but glance up as she continued walking.

At the sight of him she quickly glanced back down. She couldn’t wipe the image from her mind.

Snape was right. This evil master was not the Tom Riddle that she knew from within the diary. He was pale, almost as if he were another creature. He had no nose, no hair and his lips were so thin they were almost nonexistent. Still, he wore elegant robes and people worshipped him.

Snape finally stopped in front of Voldemort’s throne, bowing, forcing her down with him.

“Sssssso thisssss isssss the sssssstudent I have been hearing about from my trusssted sssssspy. Tell me, Sssssseverus, doesssss ssssshe feel asssss good asssss ssssshe looksssssss?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. She is that and so much more,” Snape said submissively.

Voldemort laughed, his high pitched whining piecing the very fabric of Ginny’s soul.

“I hear you have not been playing very nicely. A few of my mosssst trussssted sssservantssss have asssssked for a tasssste and you have very bluntly told them no.”

“I am a very selfish man, my lord. And the fools have not earned the right to touch my toy.”

Suddenly Snape’s grip on Ginny’s arm was gone. Ginny watched in horror as he twitched on the ground, little grunts of pain escaping from him every once in a while.

Finally he was unmoving on the floor.

Ginny bit her lip, hoping that he would stand soon.

“It isssss not your place to decide what my trusssted memberssss desssserve.

In the middle of the speech, Snape began to move again.

“Thank you for the punishment, my lord. I am not worthy,” Snape said hoarsely, on his hands and knees.

Suddenly, the attention shifted and Voldemort was focused on Ginny.

It took all of Ginny’s willpower not to cower away from his bright, red eyes.

She could feel Voldemort sifting through her memories, focusing mainly on her and Snape’s casual, sexual relationship. He was especially interested in the memory of Harry sneaking into Hogwarts and Snape branding her afterwards.

Voldemort finally pulled away from her thoughts, cackling again at his findings.

Ginny grasped her head, a headache forming.

“However, I am willing to let you keep your toy all to yourssssself, Ssssseverus. After all, sssssshe is Pottersssssss girlfriend and I’m sssssure he would not like to dissssscover that ssssshe issss your toy.”

“Thank you, my lord. I am not worthy of such a generous gift,” Snape said, finally gaining full use of his voice again.

“In order for you to keep her for yousssself, you will have to sssshow me how thankful you are for my presssssent to you.”

Through Ginny’s headache haze, she noticed that Voldemort pointed his wand at Snape and seconds later, Snape stood as if he had never been hit by his master.

“How can I show you my gratitude, my lord?” Snape asked.

Voldemort smiled. Ginny forgot about the pain in her head at the sight. Gods, a man that creepy shouldn’t smile at all.

“Sssssimply play with your toy, Sssseverus.”

Ginny felt as if she was going to throw up. She may have been a Gryffindor but she knew how to pick up on what was not said.

“Of course, my lord,” Snape said bowing.

Voldemort simply motioned to Ginny and sat back on his throne comfortably.

The death eaters, who had been watching the whole thing in silence up until that point began to speak up once more. They began to shout obscenities, giving Snape directions on what they wanted to see.

Snape ignored what they were saying and turned to face Ginny.

He pulled her to her feet. He quickly made work of getting rid of her robes.

Ginny wanted to plead with him to make this as easy as he could despite the circumstances but she didn’t feel his presence in her head. He simply looked at her as if she were nothing more than an object.

Once her robes were free, he began working on her shirt.

Ginny closed her eyes as the reality of what was happening overwhelmed her. She knew getting involved with Snape was probably not one of her best decisions, but she didn’t think it would mean that she would have to let the dark man shag her in front of all his death eater buddies and Voldemort to stay alive.

The cold air hit her newly exposed skin. In a flash, her breasts were exposed to all of the leering death eaters watching the whole affair.

Snape then slid her skirt and her knickers down her legs.

And the humiliation hit Ginny like a fist in her gut. Tears began to spill from her eyes. She gave her body to Snape to make his life more meaningful. She did not sign up for having him parade her in front of his Master and his fellow comrades.

Snape pushed Ginny down on her knees and began to unbutton his trousers.

Ginny closed her eyes and tried to reign in her tears. There was no point in crying. First she had get through this humiliation ritual of having Snape ‘play’ with her in front of his Master. She could cry about it later. She opened her eyes in time to see that Snape had finished unbuttoning his trousers.

His half hard cock sprang out.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Closing her eyes again, she took the head of it into her mouth and began to suck.

He began to leak down her throat right away. Ginny swallowed and continued her actions.

It didn’t surprise her when Snape became completely erect within a few moments of her devotion. During the rare times that Snape actually bothered with foreplay, her sucking him would have him completely hard within seconds.

Snape’s breathing changed and he began to let out little groans when her tongue caressed him in the right way.

Ginny was trained enough to know that he liked when she let her teeth gently graze the length of his erection, knew that he liked when she paid special attention to the veins popping out of his thin skin, knew that he liked when she suck her tongue into the little hole at the tip, knew that he liked the way she focused on the very tip, knew that he enjoyed the way she gently squeezed his balls through his trousers.

Soon, Snape reached a point where he felt he needed to take control of the situation. Grabbing her hair, he forced her head all the way to his groin. He held her head into place and began thrust into her face, his head held back as the pleasure consumed him.

Ginny’s jaw began to ache but she knew that it would be a bad idea to try and stop him from reaching his peak.

She opened her eyes, looking up. She knew from experience that he was something he liked to see.

Snape looked down at her and let out a curse. He began moving his hips faster.

Ginny couldn’t help but moan at his rough handling of her mouth. Somehow he trained her to enjoy his degrading treatment of her body. Her cunt was throbbing with desire. It took all of her will to resist rubbing herself in front of all of those death eaters.

If anything, the fact that the death eaters were giving them instructions on what to do made Ginny even wetter. Gods she was so tempted to touch her clit just so she could get some instruction on how to play with it better.

The whole entire situation made her feel even more humiliation and shame. What kind of person was she to actually feel any desire for being used as an object?

Suddenly, Snape stiffened. He held her head into his groin and spilled into her mouth.

Ginny tried to swallow all of it but there was so much that he spilled out of the corners of her mouth.

Snape thrust a few more times, before pulling out.

Ginny couldn’t stop the tears from falling again. She knew Voldemort was watching to show Harry later via Legilimency. Gods she hoped Harry would think Voldemort was being a bloody prick instead of showing actual images.

She hoped that was the end of it since Voldemort said nothing else but Snape was far from over.

He got on his knees, still taller than Ginny despite being in the same position.

Snape gently pushed her down on the ground and forced her legs open wide.

Ginny didn’t understand what he was going to do as the only reason Snape had ever done this to her before was to fuck her. With him just having an orgasm, she didn’t know what other reason he would have to expose her unless it was to show her to everyone.

Snape settled himself face to face with her cunt. Ginny’s eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do.

Snape had never performed oral sex on her before. He was always focused on his own pleasure. The fact that she came the majority of the time was simply a stroke of luck. Or maybe some demented part of her enjoyed the fact that he didn’t focus on her pleasure.

Snape spread the lips of her pussy and began to nibble and lick on her clit.

Ginny felt liquid pleasure consume her belly. She didn’t know that it could feel so … so good.

Snape kept licking, one of his long slender fingers slipping into her pussy curling to touch her g-spot.

Ginny arched her back and put her hands into Snape’s hair. She began to grind her hips into his mouth, her peak being reached quicker than she ever imagined. The fact that she had dozens of eyes trained on her while her orgasm began to build in her belly made the pleasure even more intense.

She began to cry again as the feelings of humiliation and pleasure began to intertwine itself into a large ball of desire that fueled the fire burning in her belly.

Snape added a second finger, and then a third upon her begging.

It stretched her pussy and she felt a bit of pain but it hurt so good!

Snape moved his fingers faster and then bit on her clit.

Ginny let out a scream and found herself coming all over Snape, the bliss racking her whole entire body in tremors.

She let go of Snape’s hair and collapsed on the ground, trying to catch her breath.

She barely noticed when Snape climbed on top of her and suck his newly erect cock inside of her.

Snape began to thrust inside of her roughly, putting her legs on his shoulders so everyone could have a good look at his cock moving inside of her, burying his face inside of her hair.

They both blocked the world around them as they reached their peaks again.

When it was finally done, Voldemort dismissed them.

Ginny numbly put on her clothing again. She waited for Snape to take her wrist again.

Once they made it safely from Malfoy Manor and back to Hogwarts, Ginny said nothing to Snape as she went straight to her room to reflect over the night.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Ginny's Punishment