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Getting Personal	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 38186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: Craaaaaaap! Getting these two chapters done has been a nightmare. Even with the head start I got on them the week before. Nightmare. I’m so glad it’s over and I can go back to just doing one from now on. I feel like I’m on vacation. So as I mentioned before, this weekend’s chapters are considerably lighter in tone. In fact, it's pretty much all sex (and then some more sex). There are some important plot points thrown in, but mostly they’re getting to know each other a bit better and spending time together. I know you all need something hot to keep you warm as the weather gets colder. See you all next Thursday.
Severus1Snape: Thanks for the review (and your continued love for the story). People will eventually find out but not for like like two more chapters. It’s not a huge part of the story (mostly because they’re too happy to care what everybody thinks).
Dmed: Thank you for reviewing. And, yes, I do try to keep things from being too intense. I don’t really like dark stories where there’s no break from the misery. I get enough of that in the real world. I like humor in stories; I think it helps you get to know the characters better and makes it easier to identify with them; and as you said, it balances out the more intense parts. And I think the ability to laugh even while in pain is a potent weapon.

I’m glad you cared about Barnabas. Hopefully that means I did my job as a writer.

I hope you like the coming chapters. Happy Reading.
Trelweny: Yay! That’s exactly what I was going for. Sometimes the sweetest moments happen at the most inopportune times.
Kathy: You are the second person to say that. I’m intrigued by your willingness to take a chance on a story you knew wasn’t your thing. I hope you continue to enjoy it. What do I have in store next? You’ll just have to read to find out. Like real life, there will be some ups and downs; neither sorrow nor joy is everlasting.
Remarkable: Thank you so much for the kind review. Yes, I do have a plethora of personal experiences to draw from. Not everything I write comes from real-life (some of it is just my active imagination), but it is important to me get into my characters heads. I love the sex side of writing (in case you couldn’t tell by my inability to get through a chapter without someone’s clothes coming off), but I realized that describing the act gets repetitive for me and the reader; however, figuring out how it makes the characters feel is much more interesting.

My take on Severus in this story is wholly different than I’ve done before. I didn’t want this to be a repeat of Teaching Miss Granger, so I tried to approach it from another angle. I like my Snape sarcastic, but I also like him to be in control. This story is kind of a weird blending of that. He does still have some insecurities (which will be brought to light later), but for the most part, he’s made some huge strides since his almost-death. I figured dying would seriously alter his perceptions on life. He’s past the worst of his past, but he doesn’t quite know how to align his life with his new mindset. Part of him is caught in a loop of habit and outside expectations, and now he’s trying to break that cycle. He knows how to be a good lover for her, but he doesn’t know how to have a real relationship. That’s kind of his journey in this story. He was never expecting to get so close to anyone by just answering an ad, so now that he’s faced with a growing affection for her, he’s becoming less sure about his footing. Things will soon become a bit more complicated. I’ll stop now so I don’t give anything away.

Far more sexy times to be had. (Especially in these two chapters.) I hope you like it.

Fox: Hahahaha! Yes, I missed you. My inbox was far too quiet without you. And thank you for the review on I Can Dream About You. I think you named all the reasons I like it too.
I'm glad you're liking this so far. I also prefer the personal touch of letters. My understanding of psychology is strictly personal. I'm relieved so many people found a commonality with Hermione in this one. I think you nailed the differences in the characters compared to TMG. I never would have thought to lookup the characters' birthdays individually. I know most of their signs, but nothing beyond that. I like that analysis. And I've often thought of Snape as the Hermit. Perfect.
Hope you enjoy the rest of the story :)

7 — I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends
Severus hissed, locking his fingers in her hair. As soon as he’d arrived that night, she’d dragged him to the couch and made good on her oral promises. She’d attempted to remove his frock coat, but the draw of his bulging placket proved to be too much for her to resist. He was left to liberate the remaining balance of buttons on his own. Unfortunately, his attention span seemed just as limited as hers. As soon as her lips were nursing his knob, all thoughts of buttons were forgotten in a fog of fellatio. He knew he must look absurd with his trousers round his ankles and his frock coat askew, but who could focus on such a minor fashion faux pas when their brain was being sucked out through their loins?
She smiled to herself, humming out a happy sigh around his sex. The heat of his rigid shaft against her tongue blurred the stark severity of the past week. The fuzzy warmth of his bollocks in her palm was the balm her brain needed to restore her sanity. Everything was stable and warm here. Strong. Safe. She tickled the back of his sac just to hear that growl of contentment on his lips again. His purrs calmed her the same way Crooks’s did—except Snape’s had the added bonus of filling her knickers with cream. Maybe he'd pull down her panties and go wading in her wetness when she was done with him.
She slid his foreskin up around his head and tucked her tongue into the pocket she’d created, giving his helmet a good spin shine. Severus's testes tightened, a portent of impending release. He didn’t want it to end yet. He was so damned relaxed. Perhaps relaxed was the wrong word. He was so damned senseless his brain had expelled every extraneous thought, leaving him with only the sweet sensations of her sucking. And her hands. Bloody hell, she was tapping and stroking him like a virtuoso violinist. He was about to hit the high note.
He wanted to tell her how much he adored her mouth, but the language department of his brain had gone on strike. All he could manage were animal grunts. He sounded like a caveman at a massage parlor.
Hermione felt him grow even harder in her hand. It was time for the coup de gras. Pulling her lips from his tip, she held his shaft loosely in her fingers, shifting his foreskin up and down over his purple head. With a wicked smile, she met his ebony eyes. Her stomach lurched up into her chest when she saw the way he was staring at her.
Severus realized she intended to watch this explosion; he quickly yanked his shirt out of the way and offered up his abdomen as her canvas. His scrotum drew tight, and he grunted as his body began to expel every ounce of the potion that had been brewing in his balls for the past hour.
His shaft throbbed under her fingers, and Hermione grinned broadly as his seed shot across his pelvis and then rained down over her hand like candle wax. It was beautiful. The tsunami of semen was the perfect finale.
“Fuck!” Snape slumped back into the couch. “Let me rest.”
Hermione milked the last pearl from his pipes and licked the tip of his shiny glans. Let’s clean you up. Lapping her way down to the dense thicket surrounding his stalk, she relieved him of the sticky evidence puddled on his pelvis, bathing him like a fastidious feline.
Crookshanks appeared from the shadows of the hallway and made his way to the kitchen, giving the couple a bored glance as he passed. Snape could swear that cat rolled his eyes at them. When they were alone again, Severus closed his eyes and smiled, welcoming the cleaning committee. He slipped his fingers into her hair and rubbed her scalp in appreciation. “You sure know how to start off the weekend with a bang.”
She smiled up at him. “And you sure know how to stretch my jaw to unheard of dimensions. I know how pythons feel when eating antelopes now.”
He snorted. “Are you really feeling better, or was this just an exercise in distraction?” Her eyes were brighter today, and she looked less drawn; but he needed to know how she thought she was doing.
“I was a bit better today. I only cried once, but I saw Herbert crying too; so it wasn’t just me.”
“Just give it time. Have you had dinner yet?”
“MmHm. You?”
“Yes.” He ran his finger over her cheek, studying her eyes. If she was over the worst of her grief, maybe it was safe to play again. He didn’t want her to hide from her feelings, but she might need a break from reality. “What would you like to do tonight? If you need to relax, we can stay in; but if you’re up for it, we could go out.”
She perked up. “Go out?”
He smirked. She was ready. “I think it’s time for a field trip. There are something things we need.”
Her brows pinched together. “What?”
Severus started to re-dress himself. “I can’t answer that until I see what you already have. Go to your room and get out every toy you own. Set them on bed so I know what we’re working with.”
A smile spread over her face. She didn’t know what he was up to, but it sounded fun. “Okay.”
Severus pulled up his trousers and watched her walk away from him, her cute bum twitching under her tight jeans. He hurriedly fastened his trousers and followed after her, not wanting to miss anything.
Hermione kept the toys she used most in her bedside drawer. The rest were in a box in the closet. Opening the drawer, she began to display what she had on the bed.
Severus stood out of her way, taking inventory. A toy collection could reveal a lot about a person. The first thing she set down was a small blue and purple glass phallus. He kept his face passive, but inside he was derisively arching an eyebrow. It was too narrow and short to do any real work. Its solitary benefit would seem to be providing something to clench around as she came.
Next she laid out a teeny tiny pink anal plug that almost had him laughing. It was cute, but he was starting to feel like Alice in Wonderland after eating the enlargement cake. Everything seemed comically small. That plug was barely a finger wide. No wonder she was so sexually frustrated.
Next to those first two, she set a pair of spring-action, wooden clothespins. Ah. Now things were getting interesting. The poor man’s nipple clamps. She was a resourceful girl. He noticed she kept her eyes down the whole time, avoiding his gaze. She was embarrassed to be revealing her private life like this; that might serve him well later.
The little leather paddle she’d written to him about was next, and he nodded in approval. It was just small enough that he’d be able to slap her between the legs with it. He’d keep that assessment under wraps until the right time.
The last thing she set down was what appeared to be a long tongue with lips and a prodigious nose at the base. He picked it up as she went hunting in the closet. Pressing a button, the tongue waggled at him, waving about like a red eel. The other settings provided a wealth of alternate movements: side to side, circles in either directions, short and fast wiggling. The nose would nudge her nub nicely if she inserted the tongue vaginally, but otherwise it seemed to be mostly a novelty. He couldn’t help noticing the uncanny resemblance between his own nose and the toy’s. They looked as if they’d been separated at birth.
Hermione brought over a box from the closet, and he peered inside as she set it on the bed. There was a small smooth plastic vibe, an enormous flesh-colored and veiny sleeve for that vibe, a curved probe to find her g-spot, and a complex yellow vibrator with a cat at clit level, its paws outstretched to surround her nubbin like a ball of yarn. He picked it up and switched it on, grinning as it lit up and the beads at the base started to rotate like a merry go round. “This is entertaining.”
Hermione smiled.
“Why do you keep all your vibrators in the closet?” He pushed another button, and the cat paws began to vibrate on and off.
“Well . . .” she pointed to the smooth plastic one. “This one is okay, but I prefer my glass one. And the sleeve is way too big.”
“Why did you buy it?”
She blushed. “I didn’t. It was a gift.”
“I see.”
She pointed to the curved probe. “This one just kind of poked at me and got me really close without ever delivering the goods.”
“What about the Catapult here?” he asked, clicking it off.
She snickered. “It was just too intense.”
“You don’t like vibration?”
“Oh no, I like it all right. But it kind of made me numb after a while. I had to keep turning up the intensity to feel anything. Then when I would try to use my hand, it was like nothing was happening. I decided I preferred the simplicity of my hand. It’s always with me and doesn’t need batteries.”
He smiled. “Is this everything?”
“Yes.”
“What about that fancy shower head in the bathroom?”
Hermione grinned. “His name is Wellington.”
Snape snorted. “Because he’s your Waterloo?”
She nodded. “He’s a tactical mastermind.”
“He doesn’t make you numb?”
“Only if I leave it on the hardest setting for too long. But it goes away quickly.”
“What about this plug? This doesn’t hurt you does it?” he asked, holding it up.
“No.”
“How often do you use it?”
“Occasionally.”
He dropped it back on the bed. “All right. I think I know what we need. Let’s go get your cloak and get going.”
“Where are we going?” She followed him back out to the front room.
“You’re going to take me to the shop where you bought that paddle. They’re still open, aren’t they?”
Hermione smiled as he helped her into her cloak, picturing Snape in the little boutique. “I think so. They might close at nine.”
“Then we should get moving. That only gives us an hour.”
He opened the door for her, and they stepped out into the cold, clear night. She locked the door behind them, and he offered her his arm. Smiling like an idiot, she slipped her hand around his elbow, and they set off down the walk. She pointed left so he’d know which way to go once they got to the street.
There weren’t very many people about, the weather too cold to invite dallying. She didn’t mind the frigid winds though. This was almost like a date.
Severus was mentally creating a shopping list in his head when he realized he hadn’t heard anything about Barnabas all night. “How was work today?”
Hermione sighed. “It was okay. We’re having Barnabas cremated. My boss is paying for it.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“Herbert and I took him to the undertaker today. We’ll collect his ashes on Monday and scatter them someplace nice.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Barnabas would probably want to be given back that psycho, but there’s no way I’m doing that.”
“How about the wife and children?”
Hermione nodded with a small smile. “I hadn’t thought of that. She seemed pretty nice. I’ll owl her on Monday.”
“What will you do at work now?”
“I’ll be assigned a new case. There’s nothing more for us to do now that the Aurors have taken over.”
“You should put up a plaque at the pond where Barnabas was found—honor his memory.”
Hermione looked up at him. “That’s a good idea too. I’ll suggest it to Herbert on Monday. I think he’d like that.”
“Is Herbert married?”
She smiled. “Yes, for three years now. His wife’s about to have a baby. He’s so excited.”
The thought of another future student made him grimace. “I don’t recall having any Herbert in school. Is he from around here?”
“No, he’s from Canada. And his wife is from Italy. They don’t look like they go together at all.”
He glanced down at her giggling grin. “I don’t suppose we do either.”
Her brow lifted in surprise. “I’ve never considered it. I guess we don’t. Appearances can be deceiving.”
“What will you do if people find out about us?”
She glanced up at him in horror. “Do you mean the ad?”
He smirked. “No. Just our general involvement.”
“Oh.” She relaxed. “I guess it’s their problem if they can’t handle us.”
“I don’t think Potter and Weasley are going to be thrilled that you’re sleeping with the enemy.”
She shook her head, smiling. “You are not the enemy. But you’re right, they would probably think I’d lost my marbles.”
“You’re not concerned about that?”
She ran that over in her head for a few seconds. “I love Harry and Ron, but they don’t have any say in my sex life. Honestly, Harry’s more concerned about his job and his family; and Ron’s busy with Quidditch. Neither one of them have much interest in what is or isn’t happening in my bedroom.”
They would if they knew I was the one warming your sheets. “So you would continue seeing me even if everyone found out about us?”
The confused line between her brows reappeared. “Yes, of course. I’m not giving up the one good thing in my life because they’re a little uncomfortable with the idea.”
He stopped and turned her face up to his. There was no deception in her eyes, no guile in her expression. She really meant that.
“What about you,” she asked, putting her hand over his so they were both cupping her cheek. “Are you okay with people finding out about us?”
That would be a seriously awkward conversation with Minerva. He didn’t really want to be found out, but that was more of a privacy issue. If people knew he was seeing her, especially why he was seeing her, their wrath would be aimed mainly at him. "I have absolutely no interest in gaining anyone's approval. My life won't be dictated by anyone but myself."
She smiled. “I guess I better practice telling people to mind their own business.”
He couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward. Her delight was contagious. Bending lower, he kissed her forehead. “I’ll understand if you ever get sick of defending your association with me.”
Hermione held onto his cloak and pulled him down, pecking his lips. “You know how much I love spending time with you, don’t you? I need to see you to feel normal. I’m not letting go of that.”
He returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her to protect her from the whipping wind and passing pedestrians.
Hermione ran her hand along his chest, slipping inside the warmth of his cloak for a better feel. He pulled back, a hint of smile playing on his lips. Hermione let her hand drop to his belt and tickled his navel. “We’re here.”
“We’re where?”
She gestured behind her. “This is it.”
“Well why didn’t you say something? Stop molesting me in the streets and go inside. It’s bloody freezing out here.”
She shook her head, laughing as she pulled him into Moonglow’s Erotic Boutique. His hand touched her back, urging her to the left towards the magazines and books. Hermione put her gloves in her pockets and opened her scarf as her eyes scanned the periodicals. The cover of Naughty By Nature had an entwined couple on the cover that caught her eye.
Severus looked around the store. It was the classiest sex shop he’d ever been in. It was obviously geared more towards women and couples. There was nothing unsavory or intimidating about the presentation or clientele. He followed her lead and pulled open his scarf, reading the magazine’s cover over her head. Ten Positions to Melt Your Man. Oral Sex Tips from the Pros. Fall’s Newest Negligees. He rolled his eyes. “Come along, pet. Why don’t you show me where you found that paddle.”
She grinned and took his hand, pulling him round the corner into the next room.
Severus blinked at the change in their surroundings. The room appeared to be bi-polar. One half was gauzy and sheer, a diaphanous production of gaudy romance that reminded him of Lockhart’s Valentine’s decorations. The other half was tastefully dungeon-esque. He knew what to expect from such a display, so he studied her face to see what her eyes lingered on longest. “Which shall it be, pet, the paddles or the canes?”
Hermione looked around to see if anyone could hear them. “Um . . . the cane,” she whispered.
He kept her hand in his and escorted her to an umbrella stand filled with a nice selection of canes. There were multiple lengths and widths, and he sorted through them, checking out the make and style. He hadn’t looked at implements in quite some time. He could probably spend hours going through their assortment of paddles and whips. He wouldn’t though. She seemed overly tense at the moment, standing next to him like statue, her eyes getting wider every time he chose a new cane. He wanted her to let go tonight, not have an aneurysm. Plucking out a straight-handled rattan model that was neither too thin nor too thick, he held it up to inspect it from all angles and then tested it against his hand. Perfect. The price was a bit steep, but he figured he was paying an extra ten quid for the store’s ambiance. Whipping it though the air, he tested the weight and flexibility, watching her from the corner of his eye. “This looks nice, don’t you think? The quality is excellent.”
He handed it to her to hold as he started investigating the paddles. Hermione looked down at the cane in her hand and couldn’t stop picturing herself bent over as he applied it repeatedly to her striped arse. She knew it was going to hurt, but the visual left her squirming in her wet knickers.
Severus picked up a large wooden paddle and ran his hand over the smooth plane on one side and the carved hearts on the other. When he smacked it against his palm, she jumped like spooked rabbit. “I like that little paddle you bought. Do you prefer leather to wood?”
She stared at the paddle in his hand without blinking. “Uh . . . I’ve no idea.”
He put the paddle back on the wall and picked up a wide strap with a handle. The leather had some weight and body to it, but it was giving and had a nice balance. “Come here, Miss Granger.”
Hermione crept up to him, never taking her eyes off the strap in his hand.
“Bend over. I want to check the size.”
“What? No!” She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. There was only one woman in the room, but she was over on the other side rummaging through a bin of silk scarves.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly. “I just need to see what it’s like in action. Just put your hands on your knees. No one’s looking.”
Hermione gave her surroundings one more nervous glance then closed her eyes and turned around, bracing her hands on her knees.
Severus smiled and patted her bum through her clothes. “Very nice. I think we’ll get this too.”
Hermione bolted upright and spun around before anyone saw her like that. She wanted to bury her face in his cloak so no one could see how red her face was (including him).
Severus handed her the leather paddle to carry then started to peruse the rest of the aisle. He couldn’t stop picturing her modeling each item he passed: that riding crop would mark her round arse beautifully, those fuzzy handcuffs would fit perfectly around her little wrists, that ball gag would look like candy between her wet lips.
When they reached the corner of leather restraints with no further toys, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried what else he might have in store for her, but at the same time, her gusset was sticky with anticipation.
“Uh . . . I don’t really have this kind of money,” she admitted, biting her lip. “I can probably pay you back in a couple of weeks.”
Severus couldn’t keep a straight face. “It’s all on me. Consider them gifts.”
“These are the scariest gifts I’ve ever gotten,” she muttered, staring down at the paddle in her hands.
He chuckled and nudged her toward the first room. “All right, let’s go find you a decent set of anal plugs.”
She froze and looked up at him. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “Some will be for fun, but others will be for correction. That one you have isn’t suitable for either.”
Hermione’s feet started to walk on their own accord, letting him guide her back into the first large room they’d entered through.
There was a huge selection of plugs and probes on one wall, and Severus led her over to the anal array. She kept trying to obscure the implements she was carrying, embarrassed by the idea that everyone would know what they were going to do when they got home. He left her to her humiliated huddling and picked out a set of four plugs of increasing size. The littlest one was maybe a finger and a half wide and the largest one would probably never get used (but the girl needed something to focus on). “How about these? Silicone is easy to clean and they have nice rings on the base for easy removal.”
Hermione stared at the largest one, her throat going dry. “You’re scaring me.”
He smiled. “You don’t trust me?”
She looked up at him. She trusted him with her life. Her rectum was a whole other story. “I trust you,” she nodded. “I just don’t think you understand the physical limitations of my sphincter.”
He laughed and pulled her into his chest. "We'll start with the smallest one. I promise you'll be begging me for it.”
She wasn’t so certain he could be that persuasive, but she didn’t think he would cause her any real harm.
He handed her the plugs and managed not to burst out laughing as her face went crimson. “Let’s find you a decent dildo too. I don’t know why you bother with that one you have.”
"Richard suits me just fine, thank you. I think we have plenty."
Snape led her over to the selection of glass phalluses. "Do you name all your toys?"
"No." She wasn't about to tell him that she'd taken to calling the tongue Professor.
"Come along, pet," he squeezed her shoulders. "Help me pick out something. I want you to love it."
"You do?"
"Yes, of course. I want you to have something suitable when I'm not around."
Hermione looked over the selection. She'd studied this display before. She knew what she wanted. Pointing to a handblown dildo with a bumpy shaft, she gave him a questioning look. "How about this one?"
Taking the box from the wall, he studied it closely. The length was good (more than she could use). It had a bulbous acorn-like head that would plumb her depths with ease. The whole thing was threaded through with yellow and green swirls, creating an artistic effect. "It's not very thick."
"I don't need it to be."
He smiled. "You don't like the way my cock fills you?"
Hermione couldn't help smiling back. "I love it. But you and a toy are two different things."
"This is really the one you want?"
"Yes, sir."
Severus choked back his snort. She may have been embarrassed and a bit scared, but she was ready to go home and be his sweet little submissive. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled her closer to his body, pressing his crotch into her side. "I know this has been a long week," he whispered. "I'm going to take such good care of you when we get home."
Hermione turned her blushing face into his chest. She wanted to disappear in the sanctuary of his arms, hide from the scrutiny of the other patrons. Their public display of affection was drawing some amused stares.
"They're just strangers,” he whispered in her ear. “What happened to my brave Gryffindor who tells people to mind their own business?”
Hermione looked up and gave him a small smile. "I'm already slacking. You’d better take me home and spank me."
"I'll do more than that. Let's get this stuff paid for so we can correct this needy little bottom." He patted her backside through her clothes.
If her cheeks got any redder, steam was going to whistle out her ears. How did he always use just enough humiliation to make her face just as hot as her clit? He guided her up to the woman at the till, and Hermione set everything on the counter, not making eye contact.
"Did you find everything you were looking for?" the clerk asked, ringing them up.
"I did," Snape answered. "How about you, pet? Did you want to ask if they had any super-absorbent knickers? I don't want you catching a cold on the way home."
Hermione's eyes bugged out at him.
The shopkeeper grinned and shook her head. "Sorry. All our knickers are of the 'less is more' philosophy. You'll have to manually warm her up when you get home."
Snape bit back his laugh at Hermione's mortified expression. "I intend to."

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They came in the front door, and Severus took the sack from her and helped her with her cloak. “Are you ready to be my good girl?”
Hermione looked at the floor and nodded, not wanting him to see how wide her grin had become.
“Do you own a pair of plain white cotton knickers?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to get them and then go in the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Do whatever you need to to get ready. Use the loo and pull up your hair. I don’t want any interruptions once we get going. And I want you to get a good look at your backside before we start. It's going to look very different when we're through. When you’re ready for your correction, put on your white panties and come to the bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Hermione nodded again. “Yes, sir.”
Sweet Circe, she needed this. It wasn’t just the sex and affection, it was the control. She loved having fun with him, and she definitely loved the way he shagged her; but this was a side of her sexuality she never got to let out with anyone else. He seemed to know that, and was giving her the opportunity to be herself.
Severus leaned down and kissed her head. “That’s my girl. Go ahead.”
Hermione dashed off to her room and found a pair of white cotton bikinis then hurried to the bathroom. She ripped off all her clothes and stared at her nakedness in the mirror for a minute. There was an urge in her to run back out there and kiss him into unconsciousness, but she knew that would happen later; it was time to switch over to her alternate persona. Being Snape’s submissive was so much easier than anyone would ever guess.
She emptied her bladder and then cleaned up, using her wand to make sure her arse was as clean as he required. Then she stood before the mirror again and got out some hair ties to restrain her curls.
When she’d finished all that, she stepped into her white knickers and turned around, checking her bum in the mirror. Everything looked good. She was more than ready for her correction.
Severus heard her open the bathroom door and cross the hall. She came into the room, and he bit his tongue to keep from grinning. Instead of a ponytail or bun, she’d gone with bunches. He hadn’t specified what he wanted, but he approved of her choice. If she wanted to be his naughty schoolgirl, he had no objection.
Hermione looked around. He’d cleared away all her toys from the bed, leaving out just the little paddle she’d purchased and the big paddle and cane they’d just gotten. He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and his sleeves rolled up as if he was ready to get down to business. His shoes, socks, and frock coat had been discarded elsewhere. These were his work clothes now.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then turn around and pull down your panties. It’s time for your inspection.”
Hermione whirled around and hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Why’d I even have to put these on?
“Slowly,” he warned. “Baring your body for me is part of submitting. It has a purpose. The humiliation reminds you who’s in charge. I know this excites you, and I adore your enthusiasm; but I want you thinking about each new inch you’re exposing, every curve and crevice revealed as you bend over. Present yourself to me.”
Hermione was glad he couldn’t see the hot blush creeping over her face. Or her grin. “Yes, sir.”
Severus nodded as she slowly peeled her knickers over her round bum. Much better. Her gusset stayed trapped between her thighs, only snapping free when she had the sides down to her knees. The cotton slackened and dropped to her ankles.
Hermione mashed her lips together, smiling at the floor when she felt his warm hand on her left cheek.
“That’s it. Just stay right there,” he murmured.
Hermione rested her hands on her shins, trying not to squirm as his fingers walked across her buttocks. Caressing her crack, he gently parted her cheeks, letting the light shine on her valley. He hummed a note of appreciation, which for some reason made her strangely proud. She kept expecting him to tap at her backdoor or dip his finger into her vagina to test her wetness, but no such relief presented itself. His eyes were doing all the inspecting this time. He moved his hands lower, using the base of her cheeks to pry open her pussy. She knew what he must be seeing. She could feel it dripping out of her. Cleaning up in the bathroom had only been momentarily effective. Apparently her body didn’t need actual skin on clit contact to turn on the waterworks.
“Spread your legs.”
She did, stretching her knickers taut between her ankles, waving her arse as the air cooled her steamy slit. She couldn’t help it. Her clit was already begging for his touch.
“We need to discuss what you did at the park,” he said simply, perking one eyebrow at her dancing derrière.
“Yes, sir?”
“I think you know very well that that was inappropriate.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you deserve to have your bottom smacked?”
She didn’t know if she was dizzy with excitement or because all the blood was rushing to her head. “Yes, sir.”
“How long did it take you to get yourself off as a man?”
“Um . . . I guess a couple minutes.”
He gave her a quick smack to the right cheek. “You call me sir until your punishment is over. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I think tonight I’ll warm you up and then give you a hard spanking for the same amount of time you were wanking. Do you think that sounds fair?”
“Yes, sir.”
“After that we can introduce you to your new friends.”
Her eyes went wide. “All of them?”
“I wouldn’t want any of them to feel left out,” he quipped.
Hermione bit the smile off her lips. “Are you going to hurt me, sir?”
He ran his fingers over the red spot forming on her cheek. “I won’t say it’ll be entirely pleasant, but I want you to get a taste for each of them. The spanking is your punishment, not the toys.”
“Okay.”
“Do I need to add another minute? You can practice calling me sir until your bum blisters.”
“No, sir! I’m sorry. I won’t forget anymore.”
He nodded. “Then it’s time for your punishment to begin. Stand up and turn around.”
Hermione awkwardly turned to face him, her knickers waylaying her feet.
Getting down on one knee, Snape began to pull up her panties. Her eyes went dark as mahogany as she stared down at him.
Hermione had a vivid flashback of Halloween. He was putting her underwear back in place, dressing her like a toddler. It was both humiliating and arousing. He treated her like a work of art, adjusting them and smoothing them out until they looked perfect. She was confused why he was putting them back on at all.
He stood back up and gave her a stern look. “What do you need to say to me, young lady?”
She blinked blankly and then realized what he meant. “Um . . . It was wrong of me to touch my . . . I mean, that man the way I did. Please, sir, will you pull down my panties and give my bare bottom a hard spanking so I learn my lesson?”
Severus smiled and nodded. “That was very nice, Miss Granger; but those knickers are staying right where they are. They will remain on until I take them off. This is another correction at my disposal.”
Wouldn’t leaving on her knickers make whatever he did less intense? “Yes, sir.”
“All right. Let’s get that bottom warmed up before I light it on fire.”
Hermione gulped as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap. He didn’t let her straddle his thigh, he just turned her over his lap like a wayward child. She put her fingertips on the floor and tried to get comfortable.
“Don’t worry if those panties get wet." He smirked to himself. "They’ll help keep your mind focused on the site of your transgression.”
Hermione blushed as he started to lightly swat her backside. It didn’t hurt. All it did was make her wetter.
“Is there anything else you need to confess before we start this?” he asked between slaps.
“No, sir.”
“Have you been sleeping all right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you been doing your best with your cleaning compulsion?”
She shifted around as the swats got a little harder. “Yes, sir. I left those glasses where you put them until dinner.”
He grinned. “I’m impressed. My estimate was an hour. How about your guilt over the war? Have you been blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault?”
“Um . . . not as much, sir.”
That meant yes. “Let’s do some reviewing before we start then. Say, ‘The war was not my fault.’”
She repeated him.
“Say, ‘I saved everyone I could.’”
“I saved everyone I could.”
“Say, ‘I’m getting better every day.’”
“I’m getting better every day,” she said through a grimace of discomfort. Things were getting a lot warmer in there.
“Are you?” he asked seriously, pausing his hand in midair.
“Well . . . I’m certainly better when you’re around,” she answered evasively—but not dishonesty.
Snape nodded, smiling to himself and smacking her arse again. “Just give it time. One day you’ll find the pain isn’t so sharp.”
Hermione grabbed onto his trouser leg as he laid his hand into her even harder. She did her best not to shout, but her whimpers and gasps were getting louder.
Severus spent another minute making sure she was ready for the spanking to come. Her body was writhing in his lap, jerking with every hit. He needed to decide right now how hard he was really going to spank her. He wasn’t particularly upset about what she’d done, he just wanted an excuse to get her over his knee. Making her cry right now would turn his stomach. She’d bawled enough this past week. That wasn’t what he wanted. She just needed to let go. Sometimes that required tears, but he didn’t want go that route tonight. He could take her to new heights without leaving her a blubbering mess. It would take time, but time was something he had plenty of.
“All right,” he said softly, stroking her arse until she quieted. “Are you ready for the real thing?”
Hermione took a deep, fortifying breath and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Keep those feet down. Only undisciplined little girls kick like that.” That wasn’t true. Most witches kicked; it was a reflex. But he didn’t want her getting out of control.
Hermione straightened her legs. “Yes, sir.”
Snape smiled. “Two minutes. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
His hand came down on her arse like a gunshot; the sound made her jump more than the burn did. She winced as the sting settled, squeezing her eyes tight as he struck her other cheek. He was hitting her pretty hard, but he wasn’t going very fast. After ten good slaps, she realized he was going to keep that pace the whole time.
Severus kept his eyes on her wobbling backside. That jiggle should require a permit. And the way she was scuffing her feet against the floor just made the whole show more enticing. True to her word, she didn’t kick; but her efforts to restrain that urge were arousing him just as much as the warm glow of her rump. He liked that she was trying so hard to please him, and he definitely liked her control. But mostly he liked the way her bum quivered and shimmied on his lap. It was lovely. Her skin was the color of a freshly cut grapefruit. Grapefruit that could shake like jelly.
Hermione whined with each clap of his hand, hating the popping sting but loving the residual warmth. Had it been two minutes yet? She wanted to be his brave girl, but she needed a bloody break. Her arse was about to catch fire.
Severus glanced at the clock. Fifteen more seconds. He stopped. She was getting too tense. Rubbing the burn from her bum, he pulled her in closer and told her how well she’d done. She needed the praise as much as anything else. “That was excellent, pet. You did very well. Is your bum feeling nice and toasty now?”
Hermione caught her breath, relaxing in to his petting. “Burnt to a crisp, sir.”
He grinned. “I’ll let you rest before we move on.” He actually wouldn’t mind spending the whole night rubbing her arse.
Hermione gradually calmed down, his hands making her brain go as soggy as her pussy. She started to drift in and out of reality. He was going to stroke her into a coma.
Severus sensed the trauma had passed and patted her backside to get her attention. “Are you ready for the meet and greet? You certainly smell ready.”
Hermione’s eyes popped open. He was right. She could feel the wet spot soaking the center of her gusset. “I guess so, sir.”
“I want you kneeling on the bed, arse up in the air. Stay close to the edge so I can reach you.”
Slowly backing off his lap, she stood up and stumbled toward the bed to get in place.
Severus helped her, easing her down so her bright red bum was propped in the air and her chest was pressed to the comforter. “That’s it,” he purred, standing up to get a good look at her. “You look perfect, pet. Let’s start with your little paddle first, shall we?”
He picked it up and got into position, tapping the leather against her rump. “Did you have fun experimenting with this one?”
She had. But she’d had complete control over the timing and impact. This was very different. Her skin prickled with adrenaline, making everything seem like a storm to her senses. “I pretended you were using it on me, sir.”
He smirked. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
Swack! The leather popped against her skin, leaving a hot spot that stung for a second then radiated with throbbing heat. It felt as if her arse had a heartbeat; then the heat spread, engulfing her pussy in its warmth. “Mmmm!”
The corner of his mouth curled up. Swack! The other globe got a taste too. Carefully, he covered the crest of both cheeks, unable to restrain his growing smile as she moaned through each blow.
“Spread your legs,” he rumbled, tapping her inner thigh.
Hermione spread her thighs, knowing he must be able to see the wet patch on her knickers now. That just turned her on more. She wanted him to see what he was doing to her.
Severus grinned at the transparent blot marking the center of her crotch. The cotton clung to her lips, dipping into her slit like a second skin. He patted the curve of her vulva with the paddle. Her body jolted as it rang through her clit. “Look at this, Miss Granger. Your paddle fits you perfectly. What an excellent choice you made.”
Hermione gasped as he gave her sex a light slap. Tingling shot through her lips, making her arch her back for more.
“Yes, pet, I know what you need,” he murmured. Snape gave her ten more, slowly, watching her hips weave and sway with each blow. “Your pussy needs spanked just as much as backside, doesn’t it?”
Hermione’s mouth was too dry to talk. She couldn't believe what he’d done to her or how much she liked it. She finally croaked out, “Yes, sir.”
Severus tossed the paddle aside and ran his finger over the growing lake in her gusset. She shivered and pressed toward him. Pulling away with a chuckle, he picked up the leather paddle he’d bought that night. “Not yet, pet. There’s someone else I’d like to introduce you to.”
Hermione dug her fingers into the bedding and panted as he tapped the thick leather against her bum. Oh God! He just kept rubbing her and patting, making her wonder when the blow would land. Each little brush and bump grazed her labia, and she couldn’t resist helping it make better contact.
Thwack! The leather slapped both her cheeks at once, snapping her out of her haze. It was so different from the little paddle. This was a thud to her nerves. It covered so much area at once. This wan’t a flame and burn, it was a razing. Thwack! Her moment of fear was smothered by the lasting buzz in her backside. She was a little less frightened with each lick.
Severus gave her an even ten. The red crept out from beneath her white panties. The focal point of the picture was under wraps for the time being, but he’d unveil his painting in just a few minutes. “Just the cane now, pet. You’re being so brave. I’m proud of you.”
Hermione smiled into the bed, hiding how pleased she was to hear that. The cool wood tapped at her bum, and she cringed away. The thought of the cane turned her on, but she’d read so many horror stories about broken skin and bruises. She was frightened now that she was the one in the spotlight.
Severus used his other hand to stroke her inner thigh, calming her down. “Don’t be scared. I’ll take it easy on you this time.”
Her breathing was fast and short. This was terrifying. She was glad they didn’t really do this in school anymore. She would have dropped dead from panic if he’d ever caned her when she was a student.
He lined up his aim and gave her a light lick. “Can you take it harder?” He knew she could, but he wanted her to think it was her decision.
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled into the mattress.
Tap. Tap. Swish-thwack!
Severus rubbed his hand over the light line that formed. “Harder?”
“Um . . . Yes, sir.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Swish-crack!
That was what he would deem a real hit. Her bum bounced and boogied, dancing the way a caned witch should dance.
“Ow!” It felt as if a synchronized hoard of hornets and just stung her in a perfectly straight line. She reached back to feel her arse. Everything was hot to the touch.
Severus brushed away her hand and rubbed for her. “Your backside looks lovely, Miss Granger. I only wish we had a camera to commemorate the moment. I’ll give you a break in a few minutes and let you go look at it in the mirror.”
The line of fire was dying to a smolder. It wasn’t so bad once it lost some heat. His hand wandered down her crack, teasing the divide of her cheeks before slipping between her legs. He brushed over her clit, and she bucked at the electricity racing through her. “Unh!”
“Can you take a few more, pet? I want you to have these lines for a few days so you remember who’s taking care of you now.”
Hermione grinned. She wanted that too. “You’re not going to do it any harder, are you?”
“No, pet. They’ll be just like that last one.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”
Severus smiled and lined himself up for the next swing. “That’s my girl.”
Each new stroke left her reeling, but he gave her plenty of time to recover, never rushing her, always rubbing her. He rewarded her for each lick by giving her vulva a massage that left her keening for more. Her knickers were getting sticky. As promised, he stopped after three, and gave her a final rub.
“Do you want to go see your new marks?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come along. I’ll help you.”
With his assistance, she backed off the bed and tested out her legs. They didn’t seem entirely steady. He escorted her over to the closet door and opened it so she could see the mirror on its reverse. Hermione’s first thought when she saw herself was that she looked as if she’d lost about twenty IQ points. Her eyes were fuzzy, and her hair had become disheveled.
Severus turned her around by the shoulders and showed her her red bum in the mirror. “See how nice that looks?”
Hermione’s lips twitched into a smile, and she reached back to run her hands over her red arse. “It’s pretty.”
He grinned. “Yes, it is. Let’s see how it looks underneath.” Snape gently peeled her knickers down over her bum and left them clinging to the tops of her thighs, baring her backside for their viewing pleasure. “Red’s your color.”
Hermione laughed and looked over her other shoulder to see if it appeared different from the other direction. Nope. Still perfect. “Will you rub it for me? I’ve got some oil.”
He shook his head. “We’re not finished yet. But when we’re done, yes, I would be glad to rub oil on your bum. In fact, I insist on it.”
“What else are you going to do to me?”
He reached one hand around her back while the other snaked down her belly. They both caught her knickers and pulled them back into place. “You didn’t think I let you wear these knickers for protection, did you? These panties are for punishment.”
When he started to pull the rear of her knickers into her crack, she gasped and put a hand on his chest to steady herself. Gripping the opposite sides firmly, he lifted the cotton tightly into her juicy gorge. Her breathing became more rapid, and she looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion and excitement.
“I thought the spanking was my punishment,” she whispered.
He nodded. “That was your punishment for the park. Now we need to work on solidifying your other lessons.” He lifted them higher, watching her jaw drop as the pressure on her clit became overwhelming. “I want you to tell me three positive things about yourself, Miss Granger. It’s time that you stopped all this negative self-talk.”
How was she supposed to think with her gusset cleaving her body in two? “Ah! I can’t think, sir.”
He wiggled them even higher, wedging her cotton core completely in her trench before releasing her. “Leave those where they are. Now, you can think. Tell me three positive thing about yourself.”
She shifted around as her underwear abraded her folds. “I really don’t know, sir.”
“Can you think of three negative things about yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Then you should be able to think of three positive things. Go ahead, I’m waiting.”
She covered her belly with her hands. Why was it so much easier to think horrible things about oneself?
“Come along,” he said softly after a silent minute. “Something good about you . . . or that you’ve done. Anything.”
She sighed. “I guess it was smart that I thought to use Polyjuice to spy on Barnabas’s house.”
He nodded. “That’s good. Two more.”
Her fingers dug into her stomach, trying to make it settle down.
Severus brushed his hands over hers and pulled her claws from her flesh. “This isn’t difficult, Miss Granger.”
She stared at the ceiling, searching for an answer in the plaster. “I’m a hard worker.”
“Just one more,” he prodded.
“I . . . I guess I’m very organized.”
He sighed. He didn’t want to encourage her obsession. “Yes, you are. But how about you’re kind to all creatures?”
“Yes, I guess I am.”
He rolled his eyes. “You guess you are? Merlin’s balls,” he muttered. "From now on you have to think of three positive things about yourself every night before you get in bed. And they have to be different things each night."
"I don't know if I can think of that many things, sir."
"Don't give me that. You're an intelligent witch. I can think of ten positive things about you right now off the top of my head, so I'm certain you can squeeze out three each night."
She didn't know if she liked this new assignment. It made her stomach ache.
Severus patted her red rump with one hand. "I want you to write me and tell me what three things you pick each night."
"You want me to write them down?" That would be even worse.
"I don't think that’s unreasonable." She made it sound as if he were asking her to take a bath in Bubotuber puss. “Come sit over here with me.”
He took her over to the bed, and Hermione climbed into his lap. She could feel the stiff lump of his erection against her leg; knowing he was so turned on made her feel quite a bit better.
"This isn't an exercise invented to torture you. This is about you no longer beating yourself up and dwelling on the negative. Can you do that for me?"
Hermione slowly nodded. "It's just hard."
He understood where she was coming from. "I know. But you'll get better at it. Can you think of three good things about me each night?"
"Yes," she said automatically. That was much easier.
"All right then. I'll make a deal with you. For one week, you write me and tell me three good things about me, and I'll write you three good things about you. It'll ease you into it, and hopefully you'll be able to see yourself as others see you and not this horrible monster you've created in your head. After that though, you have to think of them on your own. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Then I want you to stand up and get ready for the rest of your correction."
She was already worried about how she was going to think of three good things about herself every night when the week was up.
Severus caught the self-depreciating flash in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her before she could stand, making sure she knew that he was still there for her even though she was learning a lesson. He held her to him, smiling when she put her arm around his neck and hugged him back. "You are sweet and thoughtful, and you have the loveliest red bum in all of Britain," he whispered in her ear. "See how easy that was?"
Hermione buried her face in his neck, smiling at both his affection and his words. "You're smart, caring and have the loveliest cock I've ever seen."
Severus chuckled and kissed her forehead. “That caring bit is only for you. Keep that to yourself. You’re going to ruin my reputation.” He patted her warm bum again. “All right. Stand up. I need to check that your knickers are ready for round two.”
She stood, and he pulled her in close and gave her knickers a few more firm tugs. This was the wedgie from hell. Her perineum was taking the brunt of the weight, her pussy and anus doing their best to withstand the onslaught.
“How does that feel?” he asked, lifting her up on her toes.
She grabbed his shoulder to keep her balance. “It kind of hurts, sir.”
"Corrections aren't about being comfortable. They're about helping you see the error of your ways.”
Wiggling only made it hurt more, so she went still. “In that case, they’re working, sir.”
“Good. Get back in place on the bed. The paddles and cane should feel quite different without those knickers protecting you."
Hermione's eyes went wide, and she stared at him for several seconds, trying to figure out if he was really going to give her all three again.
Snape raised both eyebrows, giving her a warning look.
Scrambling back into place, she arched her back and spread her legs just as she had before. She didn't want him to think she was being obstinate. She really did want him to keep doing whatever it was he had planned. She just wasn't so sure she would enjoy her new "friends" without the protection of her knickers. He'd essentially turned her bikinis into a thong. The meat of her cheeks was bare and vulnerable.
Severus held back his laugh at how quickly she jumped to task. He knew right at that moment just how perfect she was for him. She was hungry to prove herself to him, and he wanted nothing more than to take care of her. Whatever she needed, he would provide.
“That’s a brave girl. Just for that, I’ll give you a choice. Pick whichever implement you fancy most, and I’ll let you spend the most time with it. I’ll only give you three licks apiece with the other two.”
That was easy. “The little one, sir.”
He nodded to himself, having already guessed her choice. “We’ll save that one for last.” Picking up the leather strap, he patted her red rump with it. “Stay nice and still for me.”
Hermione braced herself for impact. Each hit centered her attention on the fire building in her cheeks. Every thwack of the leather absorbed thoughts. She counted each lick in her head, hissing in relief when he finished.
“That was excellent, pet. Now just three with the cane.”
He switched implements and swished the cane through the air, getting used to its light weight after the paddle. He lined up the rod against her cheeks and gave a few practice swings. When he was sure he was in a good position, he snapped the wood into her upturned rump with a sharp crack.
A red line bloomed across her backside, and he bent down, placing a kiss on her right globe. He wanted her to love the cane.
Hermione groaned at the strange melding of the hot sting of the cane with the soft warmth of his lips.
Standing back up, Severus lined up the next stroke. Swish-crack!
Flexing her body to remain still, Hermione squeezed her eyes and grunted into the bed. His lips returned to her wounded derrière, and he placed a line of kisses over top the fiery stripe. If he had told her this was how he was going to cane her, she might have chosen differently.
"One more. Nice and still," he whispered, tapping her bum with the rattan. Swish-crack! Her back jumped, but she stayed motionless otherwise. The line bloomed right over her sweet spot, and he leaned down and began to lick at the developing red weal.
Hermione hoped she was allowed to move. It was impossible to stay still with someone lapping at your caned bum. Her moaning was becoming obscene. "Thank you for correcting me, sir!"
Severus couldn't stop smirking as he flicked his tongue over the hot line lighting her arse. “You're welcome. Are you ready for your favorite now?”
“Yes, sir.”
Snape got the little paddle and ran it up and down over her arse. "Those knickers are going to be soaked when I'm through with you."
Hermione gritted her teeth as the paddle snapped into her hide. Each hit left her bum burning and her pussy leaking. He wasn’t going too fast, which she appreciated; but she was starting to feel as though the next whack might be the one that ignited the bonfire. She was a briquette, and he was holding the match closer and closer. Her hands itched to reach back and rub, but she didn’t want to seem ungrateful or impertinent. “Please, sir!”
Severus stopped and kneaded her arse with one hand. “Yes, pet?”
“I’m so sore.”
He nodded. I know. “How about this?” he purred, patting her pussy. “Is this sore?”
Her hips rolled, the excitement surging through her. “No, sir. It’s okay.”
His patting became light slapping. He watched her body jump with each soft smack. “In a minute I’m going to take down your knickers and see how much you fancied meeting your new friends.”
Hermione shivered. Her entire vulva was pulsing with vibrations. The paddle was probably wet by now. She didn’t know if she could come from this, but she was damn close. “Mm!”
Severus stopped and tickled his fingers over her bunched knickers. “Not yet. First I want you over my lap so I can see how wet and warm you are.”
Hermione was ready to knock him to the ground and rub her dripping pussy all over him. Then he’d know just how wet she was. Instead, he helped her up and then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her so close her tits were right in his face.
Severus smirked up at her and let his hands rest on her hips. “Let’s have these down now.”
Her brain was swimming; she could only nod in agreement. Yes. Take them down. I don’t mind if the carpet gets flood damage.
Inching her knickers over her hips, Snape ran his eyes over her body from head to toe. She was trembling with excitement. He eased down her panties just as he had before but this time continued to pull them down her thighs. They peeled out of her crevice like a banana skin but got caught in the deepest recesses of her core. Meeting her eyes, he slid one finger between her lips and the cotton and encouraged it to loosen. The material was soaked through, cooling now that it didn’t have her body for heat. The crotch finally came free, and he drew her panties to her knees and let them pool at her feet. One finger traced the line of her sex, tickling her with the suggestion. She almost collapsed against him as her eyes rolled back. “All right. Over my lap. Legs apart.”
Sweet Circe. She somehow managed to lie across his thighs instead of coming all over him right then and there. It seemed like ages ago that he’d given her that first spanking of the night. He rubbed her bum for a while, prodding and lifting her cheeks to check them from every angle. She was about to start humping the side of his leg just to get some relief. When he spread her open, she splayed her legs even wider, praying that he’d slide his fingers inside her to test her arousal.
Severus didn’t need to go inside for a look, her juice was everywhere. The smell of it filled the room. Even her thighs were wet. “Where's that oil you told me about, Miss Granger?”
Her brain had gone on holiday. It took her several seconds to process his words and then translate them in her sex-addled mind. “There’s a little jar in the drawer,” she said, pointing to the bedside table.
Severus looked over and waved toward the table. The drawer popped open, and the jar sailed into his hand. He’d seen it earlier when he was putting away her toys. He’d assumed it was lube.
He dotted some of the buttery contents over her crimson cheeks and then set aside the jar. Slowly and methodically he covered her from her waist to her knees. Her arse was glistening like a suckling pig, the redness highlighted by the shine. It was beautiful. She had three little moles on her buttocks: two on the right and one on the left. He had kissed each of them during the caning. Now they shone like chocolate buttons that left his mouth watering. Getting another dollop of oil, he ran his finger down the crack of her arse, grazing her twitching whorl as he passed. She almost bucked off his leg. I know, pet.
He tickled the puckered skin surrounding the site. “Do you want something filling this little bottom, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then what do you say?”
“I’ve been such a good girl. Please finger my bottom, sir!”
He smirked and ran his finger up and down her furrow. “Let’s get you nice and slippery.”
His finger eased into her bum, and she let out the loudest moan of her life. His fingertip tickled up inside her, and her pussy released another wave of wetness. Oh Merlin!
Snape had secreted the smallest plug from the set in his pocket; he eased his fingers free and retrieved it from its hiding place. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I thought you might.” He greased the body of the plug, making sure it was thoroughly coated, then touched the tip to her tiny hole. “How’s that feel?”
“Good, sir.”
“Tell me if it’s too much.” He swirled it around, slowly guiding it into her arse.
“Oh God!”
“Does that hurt?” he asked, going still.
“No, sir. I need to come.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Straddle my leg like you usually do, but don’t you dare climax until I say it’s all right. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.” She was already over his left knee, rubbing her pussy on his leg before he'd finished his sentence.
Severus gently pressed the plug deeper, watching her back for signs of panic. Her hole stretched around the widest part, and he let it rest there. Her rocking hips were doing all the work; she was practically shoving herself back on the little toy. “Does that feel nice?”
She froze. “I’m gonna come, sir.”
He smiled. “It’s okay. You’re allowed now.”
She ground her clit into his leg and shouted his name as the ballooning pressure inside her finally popped. The stretching in her sphincter became overly tight and then faded away as her muscles started to pulse.
Severus nudged in the plug the rest of the way as she screamed his name. Her entire core was contracting and twitching. He placed his thumb against her plug to help her hold it in and felt the throbbing of her orgasm pulsing it in and out like a heartbeat.
The release rushed through her, pounding at her temples and making her vision blur. Everything in her pussy was thumping like a snare drum. She rode through the rhythm until her body went limp.
Severus patted her bum. “How’re you feeling?”
“Mmmm,” she groaned.
“It looks as if you fancied your new plug. Do you have a thank you for me?”
“Thank you, sir. I love the way you correct me. You’re very generous.”
Snape smiled. “I want you to go stand in the corner for a bit and calm down. Can you stand?”
That was questionable. Her legs were sturdy as slug slime. He had to hold her waist until she got her sea legs; then he helped her stagger over to the corner by the door. Her panties lay forgotten on the carpet. She heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived at their destination.
Severus stroked her back, watching to make sure she really was calming down. He was nowhere near through with her for the night, but he didn’t want to overload her with stimuli. His hand went down to her ravaged bum, smoothing over her cheeks and caressing her crack. The female form was a landscape of hills and valleys, pathways to paradise; and she was particularly scenic. His hand slid up the shadowy corridor of her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. “I want you to think about those three things I said earlier. Do you remember them?”
She’d never forget. “Yes, sir.”
“When you’re done here, I’m going to have you repeat them back to me.” His fingertips grazed her muff. “Ten minutes. Then I’ll see how you’re doing.”
She sighed tensely as he released her. He didn’t know if it was because she was sad to lose his fingers or if she was dreading what she was going to have to say. Stepping away, he sat on the bed to watch her. “Reach back and hold those cheeks open. I want to see your new plug while you think.”
Hermione smiled into the corner and did as he asked. Her skin was hot in her hands, yet chills raced up her spine as she pulled her cheeks wide. She could feel his eyes all over her.
Snape stared at the black plug peeking from her hollow. She was stunning like that. He readjusted his hard-on as he contemplated what else he’d like to do to her. This had been a memorable evening, and he wanted to conclude it on the right note. She needed some sweet words to soothe her soul after everything they’d done. He could praise her until the break of dawn; she’d been so good for him all night.
He was a bit concerned that she had been so hard pressed to come up with three good things about herself. Self-loathing was a habit he knew well, but it was becoming clear how deeply these demons of hers had dug their claws into her psyche. She was harder on herself than he could ever be. He’d have to be careful. Any criticism might be taken as confirmation of her worst fears.
Hermione put her nose to the wall and did her best to think about what he'd said earlier. Thinking seemed so much more complicated when one's bum was stinging and hot. She tried to focus on his praise. He'd said she was sweet, thoughtful, and had the loveliest red bum in all of Britain. His voice echoed in her head, making her smile at the memory. No one had ever really called her sweet before. She didn't know if it was true or not. At work she was more of a warrior. At home she was mostly bookish and compulsive. But she liked that he thought she was sweet, and she wanted to be sweet for him. Maybe nobody else ever was. She wanted to be the bright spot in his life. He certainly was for her. Thoughtfulness was a bit easier to digest. She did try to think of others. And in some ways her job was about being thoughtful. She could go along with that assessment. The loveliest red bum in Britain? She smiled at the wall. I doubt that. Her bum as a whole was okay, and it did look better red; but she had absolutely no idea how many other red bums Britain contained nor did she know their loveliness quotient. Although it was unlikely her rump was anything outstanding, Hermione was secretly quite pleased with that compliment. If he fancied it, that was good enough for her.
When her time was up, he didn’t move. “You look lovely like that, pet. Why don’t you bend over for me so I can see everything.”
She grinned to herself and stepped back so she wouldn’t run into the wall. Keeping her hands planted on her arse, she spread herself wide so he’d see how much she needed him to shag her.
Snape’s gaze dropped from her plug to the glazed petals peeking from beneath her cheeks. She’d pulled herself so wide he could see the glistening pink interior. Those lips were begging for him. “How does that plug feel now?”
“I can’t really feel it anymore, sir.”
“Your muscles are relaxing. Come over here and let me see.”
Hermione wanted to hop in his lap and let his cock do the investigating. Going a more restrained route, she stood before him and let him turn her hip so her bum was facing him.
“Hands on your knees . . . that’s good. Now, push it out.”
Her face burned, but she felt the plug pop free as soon as she bore down. There was no rest for her rectum—his finger was already wiggling its way inside her. It went in pretty easily, and she was impressed by her body’s ability to adjust so quickly. It wasn’t just exciting like it usually was, it felt good. Damn good. Everything was relaxed and full. But it could be fuller. Maybe two fingers didn’t sound so scary now. Her pussy concurred. It was dripping as though he’d turned on a tap inside her. She closed her eyes and smiled. One of his other fingers had found her entrance and the soggy sound of his teasing filled the room.
“Do you like that, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“We’ll work on this more tomorrow,” he said, slowly pulling out his finger. “I don’t want you to be sore because we took things too fast.”
She breathed out a tense huff at his departure. “I think I’m going to be sore anyway, sir. My arse feels like fire.”
He snickered as he cleaned his hand, nodding at her pronouncement. “That’s a different kind of sore. Come on, sit in my lap and tell me three good things about yourself.”
Hermione slipped sideways, keeping her bum safely off his leg as she wrapped her arm around him. Her voice wasn’t very loud, but she answered him without hesitation. ”I’m sweet, thoughtful, and have the loveliest red bum in all of Britain. According to you."
He gave her a warning look. "Do you doubt my sincerity?"
"Not at all," she replied, worried that he'd think she wasn't taking him seriously. “I just think that last one's a bit more subjective than the others."
"Trust me. I know red bums, and yours is a dream."
She couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you, sir.”
He patted her arse and kissed her cheek. “Which would you prefer now, hugging or fucking?”
Hermione smiled. “Both!”
He snorted. "Both?" He supposed he could manage that. Picking her up off his lap, he laid her out on the bed then settled down next to her, stroking her face. "Very well, hug-fucking it is. I think you'd better get these trousers off me soon or 'bent out of shape' is going to take on all new connotations."
Brushing her hand down his chest, Hermione smiled at him and began unbuttoning his shirt, shifting closer so their bodies were touching. His chest was pale and narrow. He'd never be on the cover of any bodice-ripper, but every time she saw him in any state of undress, her brain started to sweat. She was captivated by the beauty of his body. Pushing off his shirt, she got an eyeful. His nipples were a muted brown that reminded her of toffee. She grazed each one as she stroked his chest. This was artwork that was meant to be handled. Her fingers trailed down to his trousers. The featured exhibit. She could stare at his dick for hours.
Snape let out a tense breath as she freed his cock.
"These are sexy," she said, running her hand over the front of his black boxer-briefs.
He smirked. "I enjoyed them until I came over here. They're a bit snug for erections."
Only when the erections are this massive. "I fancy it. You look as though you're going to burst through the seams."
Snape laughed. "You’d better let him out then. He doesn't like being restrained."
Hermione pulled the waistband over his stiff sex and smiled as his knob bounded out to greet her. He helped her wrestle off his remaining clothes, and she gave his rigid length several testing squeezes.
His stomach jumped as she pumped his shaft. Her hand was so hot it felt as though she'd been warming it in front of a fire before fondling him. Grunting at her playful petting, he slipped his hand down to her pussy. "Do I need to get you wet again before we go further or are you ready to ride me?”
“If you want to . . . I mean, you don't have to, but I love the way you lick me"
Was she barking mad? Did she think he was lying all those other times? "Do you know what I think about when I'm in class?"
She shook her head.
"I think about your juicy pussy shining like the sun."
She blushed but smiled broadly.
"When I can't stand looking at my class one second longer, I picture you spread out on my desk touching your clit and begging me to make you come. I think about eating you at least five times a day."
"Really? I think about you too."
He rolled her onto her back and started to kiss his way down her body. "Do you? Tell me what you think about."
Hermione gasped as he suckled her right tit. Damn he's good at this. "Sometimes I think about things we've done. But other times I just think about you naked, or I picture you wanking."
He switched to her other nipple. "You've never seen me wank."
"I have to use my imagination," she gasped, squirming under the suction. "I like to think about you stroking your cock when I'm touching myself. Sometimes I picture you coming on me, but other times you push your cock in my mouth and come down my throat."
He chuckled and licked his way to her trimmed triangle. "That sounds excellent. Next time you're sucking my dick, I want you to touch yourself."
"Yes, sir." She grinned down at him.
Severus held her open with his thumbs, spreading out her labia like butterfly wings. He took a deep breath, inhaling her aroma. Fuck! That scent got him every time. His dick twitched against his fly; it knew exactly what that smell meant. Burying his tongue inside her, he drank from her fount, anointing his face with her ambrosia. Her hips jerked with pleasure, and she whimpered out a sound that shot straight to his balls. When he lapped at the apex of her folds, she shouted his name and arched her back as if she were ascending to heaven pussy-first. His finger slipped inside her passage to test the degree of her engorgement. Her puffy walls pushed back at him, signaling that their qualifications were above par. “I think you’re ready.”
She grunted in agreement.
"Come up here and sit on me, pet."
Hermione watched in a haze of lust as he climbed up the bed and sat against the pillow. He held out his hand to her, and she got in his lap.
"Wrap your legs around me," he murmured. He sat cross-legged as she snaked her arms and legs around him like a vine. "Lift up just a bit."
Hermione used her legs to give him room. He reached between them and got his cock in place. Lubing himself in her excitement, he pulled his knob through her folds several times, brushing her clit with each pass. When he put his head near her entrance, she growled and slid down before he could tease her any further.
Severus hissed as she sank onto him, holding his cock steady until she was halfway down. Letting go, he gripped both her hips and helped her impale herself. Every inch of her was entwined with him: her arms circling his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, her legs squeezing his hips. His eyes were trained on hers, mingling their gaze as tightly as their bodies. She whimpered steadily, and her uneven breath puffed over his face. When she was settled and his cock was as deep as it could go, he let out his breath and moved his hands from her hips to her back, pulling her closer so her chest was mashed to his.
"Test it out," he whispered. "Move your hips a bit. See what you like."
She was glad he wasn't expecting her to seriously ride him in that position. It seemed impossible to get much thrusting going. Rolling her hips in small circle, she groaned as his cock swirled through her channel, slowly churning up a squall of pleasure. She tried the other direction. Both were nice. Rocking back and forth—even better. It was all much more intense than she anticipated. Although, that might have had something to do with the way he was staring at her.
Severus marveled at the heat pulsating off her. Her entire body felt just as hot as her bum had earlier. They were both sweating like Hufflepuffs at a Slytherin orgy. He didn't mind the varnish of perspiration; they slipped against each other like silk on satin. She felt surreal. Wanting to seal their union in every way possible, Snape pressed his mouth to hers, breathing in her moans as her tongue tangled with his.
Hermione was amazed at how perfectly they fit together. She was barely moving, but her pussy acted as if it was getting a pounding. He held her tighter, locking her in his embrace. She felt safe, which made her heart and head calm. He was protecting her. Was that why she enjoyed him so much? It seemed to be the only time the world couldn't touch her. She didn't have to save anybody or double check to make sure everything was perfect. It just was. She was immune to life's pitfalls as long as he was around. Even if she did trip up, he seemed happy to set her on her feet and dust her off.
Severus was so caught up in her he lost track of reality. He was indulging in her salacious sweetness like a kid at Honeydukes. The closer he got to her, the better he felt (and the more he wanted to be around her). He hadn’t felt this incredible in years. He wanted to stay buried inside her for all time.
"Mm!" Hermione shouted into his mouth. She was so close.
Severus pulled back, panting against her lips. "I know you're ready, pet. Don't hold back with me."
Hermione pressed her forehead to his, digging her heels into his lower back to give herself more traction. She pressed her pelvis to his, grinding her clit into him as his cock scoured her depths. The pleasure built to a sharp crescendo. "Ah!"
Severus smiled and closed his eyes as she started to constrict around him. He relaxed his control and let her choking channel drag him into bliss. Her body thrummed with pleasure, her heart pounding against his chest. He grunted her name as his balls drew taut and expelled their haul in waves of release.
Hermione smiled as she came down. She wanted to stay joined just as they were all weekend.
Severus dropped his head and kissed her shoulder, gasping to catch his breath. "Was that enough hugging and fucking for you?"
Hermione combed her fingers through his hair. "Never."
He grinned, hiding his smile in her neck. "Well the hugging can continue the rest of the night, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow for more fucking."
"I'm free all day."
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