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Adult ++
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An Act of Contrition
Chapter 14: An Act of Contrition
The brisk winter wind whipped the snow around corners and into the shadows. One of those shadows moved steadily through the village of Hogsmeade until at last it came to rest in a deserted corner of the village. A heartbeat later it disappeared into thin air.
When the shadow appeared again it was in an equally deserted part of London. It was place of questionable repute but the shadow didn’t care. Instead it shrugged the hood from its head knocked on a door.
After a few moments the door was opened by a stunning woman dressed head to toe in black leather. Her hair was just as black and gleamed with a remarkable luster for such a dingy area of the city.
“Severus!” she cried in surprise. “It’s been so long!”
Snape cast his eyes down and stepped into the hallway. “Mistress,” he said calmly as he removed his cloak.
“Always so formal,” laughed the woman. “I wish you would call me by the name my poor sweet mother gave me.”
Snape raised his eyes and showed the woman the full extent of his torment and her face changed expression.
“Nevermind then,” she said in a sterner tone. “We’ll go downstairs at once. It’s more private there.”
Snape followed the Mistress down a rickety staircase into a room that could only be described as a dungeon. Every implement of pleasure and pain could be found there. The Mistress was one of several men and women who practiced their arts on willing (and paying customers). That night was no exception as at least five customers were in various parts of the house receiving what they paid for.
The Mistress lit a few candles and a comforting scent filled the small room. Snape looked at her and sunk to his knees. His throat was closing up as he tried to choke back the emotion.
“I wish to be punished, Mistress,” he said in an uncharacteristically humble voice.
“Only if I choose to,” the Mistress said harshly. She planted one leather boot on his shoulder and pushed it back so that his head snapped back. “And what makes you think you deserved to be punished?”
Snape blinked back tears that he couldn’t believe he was shedding. “I…I…raped a student.” Then under his breath: “Oh Merlin forgive me…” He wept.
For a moment there was only silence. The Mistress let out an audible gasp.
“Severus…oh, my. That is serious. I always thought…” Clearly she was at a loss for words.
“Have no mercy on me,” he said with a voice full of anguish. He bowed his head again.
“Severus, why don’t we just talk for a bit. We’re friends after all, aren’t we?”
“No talk, Mistress,” he rasped.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The silence in the room engulfed them for a full minute as the Mistress weighed the situation.
“Very well, stand up,” she commanded at last.
Snape got to his feet.
“Off with your shirt.”
He shed his white shirt and stood clad in his black trousers. Long hair covered his face.
“Hold out your arms.”
Snape did as told and the Mistress bound them together and secured them to the center pole. Snape felt his insides clenched as he prepared for what was next.
“Use the whip,” he croaked. “Show no mercy…”
The Mistress nodded and selected a particularly nasty whip and stood back. Snape shut his eyes tightly as the first lash struck the hard flesh of his back. He wouldn’t let himself scream yet. After a few seconds another hit his back and pain seared through his body and made his vision white.
“I hope it burns you for what you did,” the Mistress said as she wound up for another lash. “That young girl…”
WHACK!!!
“At least you could have seduced her, Severus.”
WHACK!!
He ignored the words; she was only using them to torture him even more. It was the whip’s bite that hurt, hurt more than words could describe. At last the pain touched his tortured soul and he let an unholy howl fill his throat, his mouth, his ears…
But Mistress continued with the punishment. Snape felt the present eroding as visions of Hermione flashed before his eyes. But instead of being aroused, he was deeply ashamed.
“One more,” the Mistress said, bringing him back.
She let loose the hardest lash of the night and Snape screamed something unintelligible and slumped to the floor. All feeling and thought went from his brain and he blacked out.
+ + +
Sometime later Snape found himself laying flat on his stomach while the Mistress applied some salve to his ugly wounds. Salt tracked across his face from the tears he had shed and his voice was hoarse from the screaming.
“I’ve never known you to be so caring towards me,” Snape said bitterly.
“I guess I’ve mellowed Severus. Just seeing you there on my doorstep with that look of pain…it touched me.” She laughed a joyless laugh. “But I know how you work and pain and pleasure are two things that have equal billing in your mind. And, do I dare say, get somewhat confused?”
“Perhaps.”
“So, tell me about this incident that has your soul in torment.”
Snape contemplated whether or not he should just be silent. He struggled with it and then realized it would help to unburden him self. However, the Mistress did not know he was a wizard. She merely thought of him as schoolmaster at an exclusive private school in the country.
“I couldn’t help it. I was weak,” he began. “She was haughty and ripe for it.”
“So she deserved it?”
“No, of course not,” he said. “No one deserved that…”
“Ok, so how did you do it?”
“I used my power as a professor to lure her to my…my rooms for detention. Once there I took her brutally. I lost myself.”
“Again, Severus, why didn’t you just try to seduce her?”
He shook his head. “She is too smart for that. I wanted to possess her – totally.”
The Mistress fell silent for a moment. Then she put the salve away. “I’ve dressed your wounds. You may sit up.”
Snape sat up gingerly and faced the Mistress.
“So tell me…has this girl gone to the authorities?”
“No, and she won’t,” he said with deep conviction in his voice.
“And what now? How are you going to face this girl?”
“I…I am going to make it up to her.” Snape looked into the Mistress’ eyes. “Does that sound absurd to you…Zylphia?”
“Coming from you? No.”
Mistress and servant stared at each other for a long moment. Snape knew she wanted him to make love to her. Their sessions usually ended that way. But he couldn’t. He just didn’t have it in him that night. He was mentally and physically exhausted. His back was on fire from each stripe she laid upon his skin. He stood up.
“I need to return. I do not want to be missed,” he said somewhat coldly. “Where is my shirt?”
Zylphia pointed at the shirt neatly folded upon the divan. “So I suppose you don’t…”
Snape reached for his shirt and put it on, wincing with each move.
“Not tonight my darling. Perhaps next time I am in town.” When I am immortal, he added in his mind. And then we shall see who the master is.
+ + +
Not more than a half hour later Snape sprawled on his bed, his bare back open to the air. There were any number of potions that would heal it but he would bear this pain as long as it took. Instead he composed a letter.
The brisk winter wind whipped the snow around corners and into the shadows. One of those shadows moved steadily through the village of Hogsmeade until at last it came to rest in a deserted corner of the village. A heartbeat later it disappeared into thin air.
When the shadow appeared again it was in an equally deserted part of London. It was place of questionable repute but the shadow didn’t care. Instead it shrugged the hood from its head knocked on a door.
After a few moments the door was opened by a stunning woman dressed head to toe in black leather. Her hair was just as black and gleamed with a remarkable luster for such a dingy area of the city.
“Severus!” she cried in surprise. “It’s been so long!”
Snape cast his eyes down and stepped into the hallway. “Mistress,” he said calmly as he removed his cloak.
“Always so formal,” laughed the woman. “I wish you would call me by the name my poor sweet mother gave me.”
Snape raised his eyes and showed the woman the full extent of his torment and her face changed expression.
“Nevermind then,” she said in a sterner tone. “We’ll go downstairs at once. It’s more private there.”
Snape followed the Mistress down a rickety staircase into a room that could only be described as a dungeon. Every implement of pleasure and pain could be found there. The Mistress was one of several men and women who practiced their arts on willing (and paying customers). That night was no exception as at least five customers were in various parts of the house receiving what they paid for.
The Mistress lit a few candles and a comforting scent filled the small room. Snape looked at her and sunk to his knees. His throat was closing up as he tried to choke back the emotion.
“I wish to be punished, Mistress,” he said in an uncharacteristically humble voice.
“Only if I choose to,” the Mistress said harshly. She planted one leather boot on his shoulder and pushed it back so that his head snapped back. “And what makes you think you deserved to be punished?”
Snape blinked back tears that he couldn’t believe he was shedding. “I…I…raped a student.” Then under his breath: “Oh Merlin forgive me…” He wept.
For a moment there was only silence. The Mistress let out an audible gasp.
“Severus…oh, my. That is serious. I always thought…” Clearly she was at a loss for words.
“Have no mercy on me,” he said with a voice full of anguish. He bowed his head again.
“Severus, why don’t we just talk for a bit. We’re friends after all, aren’t we?”
“No talk, Mistress,” he rasped.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The silence in the room engulfed them for a full minute as the Mistress weighed the situation.
“Very well, stand up,” she commanded at last.
Snape got to his feet.
“Off with your shirt.”
He shed his white shirt and stood clad in his black trousers. Long hair covered his face.
“Hold out your arms.”
Snape did as told and the Mistress bound them together and secured them to the center pole. Snape felt his insides clenched as he prepared for what was next.
“Use the whip,” he croaked. “Show no mercy…”
The Mistress nodded and selected a particularly nasty whip and stood back. Snape shut his eyes tightly as the first lash struck the hard flesh of his back. He wouldn’t let himself scream yet. After a few seconds another hit his back and pain seared through his body and made his vision white.
“I hope it burns you for what you did,” the Mistress said as she wound up for another lash. “That young girl…”
WHACK!!!
“At least you could have seduced her, Severus.”
WHACK!!
He ignored the words; she was only using them to torture him even more. It was the whip’s bite that hurt, hurt more than words could describe. At last the pain touched his tortured soul and he let an unholy howl fill his throat, his mouth, his ears…
But Mistress continued with the punishment. Snape felt the present eroding as visions of Hermione flashed before his eyes. But instead of being aroused, he was deeply ashamed.
“One more,” the Mistress said, bringing him back.
She let loose the hardest lash of the night and Snape screamed something unintelligible and slumped to the floor. All feeling and thought went from his brain and he blacked out.
+ + +
Sometime later Snape found himself laying flat on his stomach while the Mistress applied some salve to his ugly wounds. Salt tracked across his face from the tears he had shed and his voice was hoarse from the screaming.
“I’ve never known you to be so caring towards me,” Snape said bitterly.
“I guess I’ve mellowed Severus. Just seeing you there on my doorstep with that look of pain…it touched me.” She laughed a joyless laugh. “But I know how you work and pain and pleasure are two things that have equal billing in your mind. And, do I dare say, get somewhat confused?”
“Perhaps.”
“So, tell me about this incident that has your soul in torment.”
Snape contemplated whether or not he should just be silent. He struggled with it and then realized it would help to unburden him self. However, the Mistress did not know he was a wizard. She merely thought of him as schoolmaster at an exclusive private school in the country.
“I couldn’t help it. I was weak,” he began. “She was haughty and ripe for it.”
“So she deserved it?”
“No, of course not,” he said. “No one deserved that…”
“Ok, so how did you do it?”
“I used my power as a professor to lure her to my…my rooms for detention. Once there I took her brutally. I lost myself.”
“Again, Severus, why didn’t you just try to seduce her?”
He shook his head. “She is too smart for that. I wanted to possess her – totally.”
The Mistress fell silent for a moment. Then she put the salve away. “I’ve dressed your wounds. You may sit up.”
Snape sat up gingerly and faced the Mistress.
“So tell me…has this girl gone to the authorities?”
“No, and she won’t,” he said with deep conviction in his voice.
“And what now? How are you going to face this girl?”
“I…I am going to make it up to her.” Snape looked into the Mistress’ eyes. “Does that sound absurd to you…Zylphia?”
“Coming from you? No.”
Mistress and servant stared at each other for a long moment. Snape knew she wanted him to make love to her. Their sessions usually ended that way. But he couldn’t. He just didn’t have it in him that night. He was mentally and physically exhausted. His back was on fire from each stripe she laid upon his skin. He stood up.
“I need to return. I do not want to be missed,” he said somewhat coldly. “Where is my shirt?”
Zylphia pointed at the shirt neatly folded upon the divan. “So I suppose you don’t…”
Snape reached for his shirt and put it on, wincing with each move.
“Not tonight my darling. Perhaps next time I am in town.” When I am immortal, he added in his mind. And then we shall see who the master is.
+ + +
Not more than a half hour later Snape sprawled on his bed, his bare back open to the air. There were any number of potions that would heal it but he would bear this pain as long as it took. Instead he composed a letter.