Little Miss Snape

Author\'s Note: written by me and lunarose66

\"Let\'s just go see honey.\" He was trying to be
patient with her, but it was difficult at this hour of the
night. \"Huh uh,me sweep here she says, ducking under the covers. He
wrestled May\'s little body out of his blankets and set her on his
hip. \"Little children must sleep in their own beds,\" he stated
firmly. \"Huh uh, me scared, pweez?\" she begged, clutching his
nightclothes. He held her close and rubbed her back.

It\'s ok Mashka. You show me what scared you and I\'ll make it go away,
alright?\" She shook her head no and burst into tears. \"Mama sweep
me,\" she sobs, referring to her Mother.

He carried her into her bedroom and lit the room. \"Pwease me sweep
you!\" May begs. \"Now Mashka, you are a big girl and you need to sleep
in your own room.\" He just didn\'t think it was a good idea to let her
sleep with him. If he let her tonight, then she might make a habit of
it.

She sobs as he sets her down and starts stomping her little feet \"me
scared!!\" He didn\'t want her to feel scared, but he was starting to
loose his patience with her. \"I\'m sorry you\'re scared May, but you
had better stop that stomping, this instant,\" he demanded.

She kept right on with the stomping and even included a kick to his
shin, then looked horrified and started backing away. Anger
overrode his judgment for a moment. \"How dare you kick me young
lady!\" he shouted at her. \"Come here, RIGHT NOW!\" He pointed his
finger at the floor next to him. May screamed and backed into the
wall, then slunk down and covered her head, shaking and sobbing.

Snape didn\'t know what to do. It killed him to see her cowering from
him and he wished that he hadn\'t lost his temper so quickly. Her kick
really hadn\'t hurt him, but he had to let her know how unacceptable
that was. He slowly walked toward her. \"You don\'t have to be scared
of me, Mashka.\" He spoke softly. She whimpered and crawled into the
closet, grabbing her treasured blanket on the way.

He walked over to the closet and reached down to pick her up. She
whimpered, shaking hard, and squeezing her blanket so much that
her knuckles were turning coloSnapSnape picked her up and held May
with her head facing over his shoulder. \"no hurt me,\" she begs,
trying to get away. He tightened his grip on her and started kind of
bouncing to calm her down. \"I told you Mashka, I will never hurt you
like your father did,\" he tried to assure her. She babbles in
Russian, with some English mixed in, \"ouch, sorry, bad, hide\" are the
bits in English.

He sat down on May\'s bed and situated her so she was sitting in his
lap. \"I love you so much sweetheart. I will never let those bad
things happen to you again,\" he promised, rocking her back and forth.
She started to calm down, clutching his nightclothes and her blanket,
tears running down her face. He just kept rocking until May stopped
crying. Her tears and shaking stopped and she looked up at Severus, a
rather haunted look in her eyes.

He smoothed some stray hairs out of her face and kissed her on the
forehead. \"I big trouble, get hurt bad,\" she says softly. Snape
sighed, \"You are in trouble. You should not have kicked me, but I
love you and I would never hurt you badly, Mashka,\" he said, looking
into her eyes. Her lower lip quivered. \"Me sorry,\" she said
sincerely, then rubbed her tummy. \"Does your tummy hurt?\" Snape asks
her, confused. \"No, but will,\" she says, \"tummy be sad.\" \"Why,
honey?\" Snape inquired. \"Me kick Father once. No food all day, hit
head,\" she pointed to the back of her head, \"lots times.\"

He ran his hand over her shiny black hair. \"I would never do either
of those things,\" he sighed before finishing his sentence, \"but I
will have to punish you.\" May whimpered and tried to crawl away, but
Snape held her firmly and used his finger under her chin to make her
look at him. \"Do you think it that it is ok to kick people?\" he asked
her seriously, looking at her. She shook her head no. \"me sorry,\" she
whispered. \"me spank?\" she asked, her lip quivering. \"Yes, Mashka,\"
he says, \"I\'m going to spank you. I don\'t ever want to see you kick
or hit anyone again, especially a grown up.\" \"Me sorry, ok?\" she
wriggled and put herself over his lap, then started crying again.

\"Ok, I am going to spank your bottom,\" he rolled his sleeve away from
his hand a little bit, \"but I love you, and I want you to learn not
to do that again.\" She nodded, still crying.

He lifted her nightgown and pulled her panties to her knees. Why did
this have to be so hard for him? He had wished he could paddle the
heck out of some of his students on numerous occasions, but this was
different. He knew that May deserved a spanking, and a good one at
that, but it tore him apart to inflict pain on his little niece. He
tried to remember how he had felt when she first kicked him. `She
really does deserve this,\' he thought.

He took a deep breath and delivered the first smack right across both
of her cheeks.