Humility and Obedience

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~*~ Humility and Obedience ~*~


“The first degree of humility is obedience without delay.” --- Saint Benedict


Chapter 1


“Poetic justice,” Snape thought to himself as he stood looking down at the blindfolded woman kneeling on a cushion before him with knees widely spread and back very straight.

Obviously, she had no idea who he was. If she did, no doubt would she set her jaw, give him a defiant look and walk away with her head held high. She had done just that on numerous occasions back when she had been the insufferable know-it-all, one-third of the Golden Trio and the bane of his sanity so many years ago.

He had been impressed and perhaps a bit resentful of her sharp intellect back then, though he would never admit it. However, she had an ability for logical reasoning that surpassed even his own, and he was known as one of the most logical Wizards in the Wizarding World. Of course, she had also been an intolerable show-off, albeit a dazzling one. In short, she was the most brilliant and annoying Witch he ever had the misfortune to teach.

After she graduated and left Hogwarts, he never saw her again and frankly had not thought much about her, except on the odd occasion when someone with her type of intellect crossed his path, which was not very often. .

Sturgis Podmore, an old friend and member of the Order of the Phoenix, had asked him to attend a little soirée this evening. This was something that happened from time to time - although with some irregularity.

The location was as always, a discreet little house in Knockturn Alley that Podmore rented for just this kind of gathering.

Snape had been asked to fill in for a couple of Witches who had fantasies about submission. Podmore had needed a helping hand since each Witch was to have her own ‘Master’ to guide her through a few mild scenes. Not having anything else planned for that evening, he had agreed, and now here he was, about to dominate this bushy-haired Witch who had fantasies of being tied up and gagged, spanked and taken roughly.

“This ought to be an interesting evening”, he thought to himself as he cast a concealments charm on his voice. He then smirked wickedly while deciding he would do his best to accommodate each one of her needs.


***

“I must be out of my mind,” Hermione thought to herself. “What in Merlin’s name ever possessed me to confide in Ginny that I’d ever remotely entertained thoughts about being dominated by a pure stranger?”

She was shaking; she knew whoever was going to be her ‘Master’ for the evening was near. She could hear his breathing, smell his scent and even feel the warmth of his body in close proximity. A quiver of trepidation coursed through her, though she had been reassured more than once that she could put a stop to the play at any moment by using the safe word ‘Mercy’ or if she was gagged, by dropping a coin that she clutched in a sweaty palm.

She was still terrified; not being in control of a situation was not something that happened often in Hermione Granger's life.

A light touch on her neck, and it took all of her willpower to not cower away as a lone finger slid into her hair and to the pins that held the frizzy mane in a knot. She felt them being pulled out gently... one by one. Her hair cascading below her shoulders, its texture caressing her... She shivered.

Not knowing what to do, Hermione remained still and quiet. She was more afraid than she cared to admit; wishing that the man would hurry up and get this over with, the suspense was killing her.

Snape deftly gathered her hair in a gentle but forceful grip, and tugged upwards to indicate that she was to stand. Hermione complied, wishing that she could see the man that was her ‘Master’. Wishing that she could look into his eyes and read what was there, if it was cruelty or not. “What type of man frequents a place like this?”

The thoughts running through her head were suddenly interrupted.

“Remove your clothes.” It was a command, the voice a low caress indicating that it was a request not to be denied. Her shaking hands almost involuntarily lifted to the buttons of her blouse and slowly began to unbutton each one. She remained standing for a few moments with her blouse open, not sure how to proceed. She then felt his hands come to the top and peel the silk blouse off her shoulders and down her arms.

“Remove your bra.” Following his instructions, Hermione removed the lacy bra. Not knowing what to do with it, she held it in her hand, only to have him take it from her trembling fingers. “Lovely”, the tone clipped and dry, “Now the rest.”

He could see her visibly quaking... hesitating.

“Now!” She moved her hand to her waistband and unclasped the button and zipper, and slowly slid the skirt downward to pool at her feet. Standing in only her knickers and silk hose, she waited for further instructions. Suddenly she received a sharp slap on her bottom that made her jump and squeal.

“Remove it all...NOW!” he bellowed near her ear.

“I can't go through with this, he's going to hurt me.” Hermione’s thoughts was spinning wildly, “How do I get out of this mess?”

Suddenly her hands were seized and she was turned around, her arms brought to her back and she heard a low incantation and felt what must be ropes snake around her wrists tightly. Snape smiled at the shivers that coursed through her while noticing the effect on her nipples. They were taut and straining. He reached for them and tweaked both at the same time, pulling them out so that they became longer and more turgid. Then he pinched even harder until he heard her moan.

“Come.” His command came from a short distance and that surprised her. She had not heard him move away. “Follow the sound of my voice and come here.” Obeying, she followed the sound of his voice. “Stop.” She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. “Lay across my lap, face down… DO IT!” She moved further towards him until she felt his legs and then moved to the side as his hands came up to guide her down across his lap.

“Spread you legs wide.” He could sense her concentration; see visivisible shaking of her body as his hand came to rest on her lush behind. His other hand snaked beneath her body and he cupped her mound. Slowly she began to squirm and earned the first hard spank to her tender globes.

Never in her life had Hermione been spanked.

“Ouch, that hurt!” She received an even harder smack for her trouble. Pleasantly surprised, she could feel his fingers insinuating themselves between her nether lips, and then one finger entered her while he continued to spank her mildly.


***

“So wet,” Snape felt her wetness starting to leak out onto his hand as he began to rub her aroused nub. He took care to maintain a gentle touch, except when he smacked her cheeks then he rubbed harder as he knew from experience that it would make her tolerate the sting to her behind with more ease.

He had no doubt she had never done any of this before, her shocked gasps to this rather mild punishment attested to that fact if nothing else.

“You are not to orgasm until I tell you to… If you do, you will be severely punished,” he murmured. Despite the warning, as soon as Hermione felt the man enter her with another finger her body almost betrayed her. At the same time, a quick series of hard smacks were administered to her bottom. They sounded far worse than they felt.

Hermione’s hips began to move in that age old way that is so telling. Her orgasm was near, on the fringes. It would not take her much to let it claim her, but his warning about the dire consequences of doing so without his permission were holding her back... barely.

He was doing such wonderful things with his fingers, first a little rough, then a bit gentler and then rougher again. That combined with the vibrations from the spanks to her bottom was sending jolts of pleasure through her core. Hermione was not sure how long she would be able to hold out.

Snape’s manipulations of his ‘Slave’ for the evening became more intense. He noticed that she was biting her lip, trying to keep the waves at bay. However, he could also see that she was about to lose it.

“Please”, Hermione moaned, “Please Sir, may I come?” she hated herself for the desperate quality in her voice.

Her juices leaked down her thighs unto his trousers. He removed his hands from her centre and told her to stand up. Hearing her groan of disappointment as she stumbled to her feet, he could not help smiling to himself, “She will be begging for release by the time I have finished with her.”

He led her to a stand, which was designed specifically to aid in games like the one he had planned for her now.

Hermione felt the ropes around her wrists loosen and then her arms lifted and tied above her head instead. A knee inserted itself from behind and pushed her legs wide apart. Once again, Hermione heard him utter a low incantation, and felt the ropes tighten around her ankles moving her into a standing spread-eagle position.

Snape allowed his eyes to roam over her body, pleased with the perfection she presented. The way he had tied her up enabled him to appreciate her nakedness undisturbed, her beautiful breasts with their turgid tips just begging for his lips to devour and her mound shamelessly pushing itself out, inviting his touch.

He permitted a finger to trace the parts of her face that were not covered by the blindfold. It traced her cheeks, nose, lips. He even forced her to open her mouth, rubbing his finger against the soft wetness inside. Then he sharply pinched her lower lip and when she finally squealed in protest, he moved on, slowly tracing her jaw line and neck all the way down to her belly button.

Both hands came into play now, first cupping her breasts. Fingers clasped the turgid tips between index finger and thumb, pinching until she moaned for more. Then one hand sneaked its way down her stomach and further down to her mound. He separated the lips and laid one finger on her throbbing nub of flesh, keeping it absolutely still.


***

Hermione waited breathlessly.

In her mind, she was begging him to move his finger around a bit. She waited a bit longer, but nothing happened. He just stood there... silent... unmoving... with a long finger firmly placed over her most sensitive spot. Very slowly, her hips began to move as of their own accord. Doing so created more pressure and she felt encouraged when he did nothing to prevent her. Gradually her movements grew bolder, more exaggerated as gringrinded against his hand. Her breathing turned erratic. Once more, Snape could feel the wetness escape her.

He allowed her to continue until he was quite sure that a few more thrusts against his hand would take her over. With perfect timing, he removed his hand and stepped away, chuckling at her impatient groan. “Please...”

“All in good time my sweet pet. All in good time,” she d hid him laugh. This time his voice came from behind her. He stepped closer again and allowed his hands to roam from her nape down to her heated and quite rosy butt cheeks, the ones that now burned like fire, and then back up all the way to her wrists.

He untied her bindings and instructed her to kneel once more.

“For me to permit you to come, you will first take me in your mouth and show me just how much you want it.” She heard rustling of fabric and what she guessed were buttons being flipped open. She waited. Hesitating, not quite sure she wanted to go through with this. She silently considered uttering her safe word, but her aching flesh and the Gryffindor inside made the decision for her. She could not stop, not now! “At least he smells clean.” So, she obeyed and opened her mouth letting her tongue snake out to moisten her lips in preparation.

Holding onto his shaft, Snape rubbed the tip on her wet lips, avoiding her tongue as it tried to lick him in passing. Her mouth opened wider and he entered shortly, only to pull away, passing it agonizingly slow, back and forth over her lips. “Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please... Please Sir. Let me suck your cock”, she begged while feeling a bit silly over the crude wording. He decided to show a bit of mercy and slid his penis in a few inches. Doing so, he was forced to swallow a gasp as her hot wet mouth encircled him, sucking and twirling her tongue around the head repeatedly.

Hermione started to enjoy the experience and attempted desperately to get more of him into her mouth. Again, he kept her at bay, barely giving what she wanted... needed, teasing her mercilessly. He chuckled again at her groans of frustration, knowing that he was driving her crazy by not allowing her to perform what she now desired.

He continued to stay in control of the situation, not letting her take him further than a certain point. He was after all her ‘Master’ and control was the name of the game. He forbid her to use her hands and threatened to bind them again of she attempted to. When he felt that he no longer could delay his own release, he removed himself from her mouth and ordered her to lie down on the floor.

“Spread your legs wide apart, and show me how you pleasure yourself when you are alone.” When she did not immediately comply, he took the command in is voice up a notch, “I want you to masturbate for me... NOW!”

“Oh Merlin, he finally allows me to come and I have to do the job myself.” Afraid to cross her ‘Master’, Hermione positioned herself on the floor in the way he had directed. Slowly she let her hands move up and cup her breasts. She tweaked her nipples a few times, pinching and pulling them much in the same way he had done earlier. Then she let one hand snake down to her mound, slid a finger between her wet lips and began to circle her nub slowly.

He watched her, observing the way she pressed down on the area surrounding her nub so that the tiny head popped out and then let her middle finger lazily stroke over it. He kept a close watch, letting her continue only until her breathing changed and a flush started to appear on her breasts and shoulders.

“Stop at once,” he ordered. He had always loved this particularly aspect of the game.

He got high when he was able to execute total control over another human being, controlling their pleasure as well as their release. However, she was not paying attention and her hand continued to stroke, so he bent forward and caught it in a vice like grip. He then pulled her up to her feet, giving her bottom a hard smack! “Ow, ow, why did you do that Sir?”

“When I say stop, you stop... UNDERSTOOD?” The loud angry sound of his voice scared her again and she was shaking badly... but not only from fear, “I need to come Sir. Please... Please, I beg you.”

There she was, almost incoherent in her lust, begging for release... Just the way he wanted them!

He grabbed her upper arm and led her towards the chair. He sat and pulled her down towards him. “Lie crosswise in my lap, face up.” He inserted his hands between her knees indicating that she was to open her legs wide, wider still. Then he took his time gazing down at the very aroused ‘Slave’ on his knee. A smug grin spread over his face. Her chest was heaving and her body was trembling. Right then and there, Snape thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He teased her nipples, pinching and pulling until they were jutting out taut and puckered. His hand glided down her belly onto her crotch area. He lightly slapped the inside of her thighs, indicating that she was to spread her legs even wider. He gazed longingly at her centre for eternal moments before his hand began to massage her mound, fitting it all in one hand. He squeezed it several times before inserting his long middle finger inside; her moans of approval were music to his ears.

Slowly he raised his other hand and started to spank her mound lightly. Each time a firm slap connected, Hermione’s hips raised completely off his lap, begging for more. His thick, long finger moved around inside and she could feel the calluses on his finger adding to the stimulation deep inside and he could feel her muscles clench tightly around it. He started to flick her sweet nub with his thumb, gently at first, but increasing the pressure as he sensed her approaching an orgasm.

Hermione was moaning quite loudly now, begging the man to continue.

Her flesh throbbed under his ministrations and after several minutes, when she was nearing climax again, he administered a strong spank dead centre on her clit. He felt her walls contract, pumping against his fingers and he increased the speed in and out of her before he administered another spank.

She screamed as her body expelled her hot juices in several long gushes, tumbling into orgasmic oblivion. Her body jerked and quivered and she was crying with the force of her pleasure, tendrils of tears seeping forth from under her blindfold.

He allowed her to calm down for a few moments, slowly caressing her belly while hushing soothingly. When he decided that she had retrieved enough composure, he helped her to sit up in his lap while he wordlessly indicated that she was to straddle him. Her breathing was still a bit erratic and she was visibly shaken. He placed one hand on her lower back for support and helped to scoot her forward against his erection. With his other , he, he grabbed himself and slid the tip against her soaked slit. Entering her slightly he let his erection slide back and forth a few times letting her fluids coat him to then plunge in... deeply.

Hermione’s back arched and her head flew back, her breasts millimetres away from Snape’s mouth. Not being a man who denied himself a free meal, he surrounded one offered pink areola with his mouth and began the feast. He bit down gently, careful not to break the tender skin or inflict too much pain to her untried flesh. Then he grabbed her arse cheeks, moving her up and down on his engorged shaft. She became incoherent again, begging him not to stop his magic. “So good. Oh, so good,” she lamented.

Climax overtook her several more times before he allowed himself to follow her into oblivion, moaning her name as he shot his load deep inside.

“Ah, Hermione!” he gasped lost in bliss.


***

“Wait a moment”, Hermione thought. “Did he just cry out my name?”

It had the effect of a bucket of iced water dumped on her. “How do you know my name?” She struggled to get off his lap; her hands reached for the blindfold and pulled it off before he was able to stop her. She stared at him for a couple of moments with a blank expression. “Professor Snape? Oh shit!” she whimpered hiding her face in her hands as it finally dawned on her who the man was. The coin that she had held on to until now, fell to the floor with a clinking sound.

He gathered her clothes for her and noticed how her hands trembled as she finally accepted them. She then quickly turned away, trying to shield her nudity while swiftly getting dressed.

He watched in silence. His arms crossed over his chest, and his hand neatly tucked into the crook of his arms. He had remained fully dressed in his customary black frock coat and black trousers all through their little play.

“Is it not a little late for modesty, Miss Granger?” he smirked with a raised eyebrow and a smug expression on his face as she struggled with the fastening of her bra.

She whirled around, her face bright red with embarrassment and anger but before she could articulate the scathing vitriol she was about to let go off, he grabbed her upper arms and shook her several times non-to-gently. “Do not worry your frizzy little head, Miss Know-it-all. Your sordid little secret is safe with me if that iat yat you are fretting about.” He suddenly noticed she was grimacing in pain, and fear had crept into her eyes. He immediately let go.

“Get over it, get dressed and wait for your friend in the hallway.” With that, he turned on his heel and marched out of the room leaving her in mild shock. If he had worn his robes, she was sure they would have billowed.

Hermione crumpled to her knees, her shoulders shaking with sobs. The feeling of dejection and humiliation was smothering.

Snape had not walked far though, wanting to make sure she was all right first. He could hear her piteous sobs from the other side of the door. He felt a momentary twinge of regret that she had discovered his true identity before they were able to complete the scene she had requested, the scene he had so meticulously planned. He seriously doubted that she had ever let herself go like that before...

And now... for this disaster, he berated himself.


TBC…


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