Beg for me

Ok guys, you asked so here is more lude smut. I didn't want to make it as horrific
as the first chapter,
because too much of the gets boring. If she's gonna get brutally tortured, it can only
happen every
couple of chapters or I'll have to start thinking up even more terrible ways to torture
her to keep it interesting.

So this is a bit lighter.

Have fun!

Reviews are always welcome.


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Once again, Hermione Granger found herself walking through the halls of the castle in the
middle of the night. She’d landed herself another detention with
herprofessor, but
hardly thought it would be standard.



She stopped at the door before knocking, taking a moment to calm her nerves.
She was excited and she knew it. She had no idea what to expect but could only

assume it would be interesting.

Hermione raised her hand in a fist,
readying herself to knock on the door, when it burst open and the
Professor grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the room,
slamming the door
behind her.



She heard a clank behind her and knew the door had just been locked.



Once in the classroom Professor Snape spun around, grabbed his wand and pointed it
straight at her head.


“You will be silent Miss Granger. Once peep out of you and you’ll wish you’d never stepped
foot in this castle.”


She gulped at these remarks, wondering what it could be that would make her want to
make a noise.



He continued, “Since the last detention obviously did nothing to improve your behavior,
I feel a more strict punishment is in order.”



His face was stone cold and his voice was stern and measured. A hint of fear fluttered
across her mind and she knew she was in for it again.



“Raise your arms above your head Miss Granger,” Professor Snape instructed.


She raised her hands to find two long strips of black cloth hanging from the ceiling.
He quickly tied one around each of her wrists, binding her to her spot. He bent

down and did the same to her ankles and she found herself vertical, spread-eagle,
and incapable of protecting herself in any way.



He turned on heel, walked to his desk and retrieved a long, razor sharp dagger from
the drawer.


Hermione’s eyes widened to the size of bulbs.



“Do you know what it means to behave Miss Granger?” Snape asked her.


She nodded, remembering that he had commanded her to be silent.


He walked towards her. “Obviously not Miss Granger or you would not be here now.”



He grabbed her shirt and in one swift movement, had sliced the front of it, bearing her tender flesh
to him. She shuttered a little at this, her heart fluttering from
nervousness.



“You are pristine Miss Granger,” he complimented. His eyes moved along her flesh, examining every
inch of it. “There is not a flaw on you.”



‘Compliments can’t be a good thing,’ she thought.



He reached into his pocket and pulled out that same velvet blindfold. As he brought it up to her
head he stopped briefly and touched her cheek with his hand, lingering
for a moment to caress
her.



She kept her eyes on him, knowing better then to look away. Then the hand was gone along with her
sight. She sighed deeply, wondering what was to come when he
brought the knife up to her neck,
pressing hard enoug sca scare her, but not quite enough to draw blood.



Then he leaned in and claimed her mouth, enveloping her in a searing kiss. His teeth were sharp
and he bit into her lip, making her squeal a little.


He pulled back abruptly. “I said you were to be silent Miss Granger! Once again you cannot obey simple instructions.”



As punishment for her noise, he ran the blade down the top of her breast, barely cutting the pale flesh.
Tiny droplets of blood began to emerge from the wound and
she bit down hard, trying to recover
from the sting of it.



He admired his work, giving her his first grin of the evening. Then he lowered himself to her breast,
opened his mouth, and ran his tongue along the wound, licking the
blood she was giving to him.
He lingered at the nipple, running his tongue over it several times and causing her to squirm a little.



Her breathing deepened as he did this, and she felt herself become wet. She wanted him this time.
She knew it, but still, the realization of it shocked her a little.



He rose then, quite suddenly and before she knew it, he had his fingers around her neck and was
lightly choking her. He bent down, lips to her ears and whispered
gently.



“I want to taste you Miss Granger,” his fingers tightened, causing her to buck a little. “I want to
hear you scream my name and know that I am your god.”


Her eyes fluttered as her wetness increased. Then he disappeared behind her.



She waited a moment, wondering what he was doing. Then, with no warning, the leather strips came
down hard on her backside and she lurched forward, unable to
break free.


‘Apparently Mr. Malfoy isn’t the only one who fancies torture,’ she thought.



He whipped her again, this time causing her to grunt a little as the pale flesh rose up in red welts.


She scolded herself mentally for the little noise she had made, knowing she would pay for it.
And she did.


When he brought the whip down the third time it was harder then ever and she swore she might
break in two.



“Hard to keep quiet is it pet?” he asked her.


She nodded in resp. <.



“You may speak for now Miss Granger. Tell me how much it hurts. Tell me how much you hate it.
I want to here you beg me to stop Miss Granger.” And with that he
whipped her again, causing
her to shriek this time.



“Please professor. It stings. I don’t think I can take it tonight,” she pleaded with him, hoping it
would be enough.



He brought the whip down again on the back of her thighs and her knees gave. She hung for a second,
fastened to the ceiling, and then recovered herself, standing as
solidly as she could.



He walked to the front of her, noticing the tears of pain that were escaping the blindfold and rolling
down her cheeks.


“Alright Miss Granger. I will not whip your backside any longer.”


She breathed a sigh of relief, glad of his kindness.



That breath came too soon and as she inhaled again she felt the thick leather strips land upon her breasts.

It knocked the air out of her and she jerked at the pain of it.



He smiled deeply at her wincing, proud of his work and quite satisfied with the marks he had left on her.


“That’s enough, “he said “There is no need to make you bleed anymore tonight.”



He freed her from the ceiling, leaving only her ankles bound, and summoned a table that positioned
itself in front of her. Then he pushed her into it, bending her over
at the waste. He flicked his
wand and she found herself naked, cold, and quite exposed to him.



Her slick folds were displaying themselves to him and he brought his hand down hard upon them,
slapping the bundle of nerves at the center and causing her arousal
to increase. She could
feel herself dripping for him but knew he would delay it as long as possible.



“You must taste wonderful Miss Granger. Has a man ever tasted your pleasures? Have you ever
experienced that?


She shook her head in response.



He continued, “No? How lucky that I get to be the first.” And with that he kneeled behind her and
inhaled her scent.



He leaned in, and with the lightest of touches, ran his tongue up the length of her slit. She squirmed
wildly at the contact, amazed at the feeling it had.


He swirled his tongue on her hood, slowly deepening the pressure until he found her center.
His tongue danced on the bundle of nerves, causing her to shriek and
moan. She arched
her back, giving him better access. Then his tongue disappeared in her opening.


She moaned loudly, lost in the heaven of it when he suddenly stopped.



He stood up, loosened her ankle bindings, and turned her around, placing her ass on the table and
spreading her legs.


Then he lowered his head again and continued his ministrations. This time he inserted a finger
into her wet opening, thrusting it in and out of her.



She rocked her hips in response, grabbing onto the table and biting her lip.


He inserted a second finger and began thrusting again, his tongue flicking up and down her clit.


Her hips rocked wildly as her breath became short gasps.


Then in one great movement it hit and she screamed loudly, arching her back and lurching forward.
He continued until the waves died down.



She lay there for a moment, still panting from the experience she’d just had.



Then he grabbed her by her hair, yanked her up and spun her around, forcing her chest back
down on the table. Her ass was bared open to him again and he undid his
belt quickly,
yanking it away to free himself. His pants dropped and in one swift movement he thrust into
her with all his strength, splitting her in the middle
and making her scream.


He pumped hard into her, deepening himself with every thrust. He buried himself in her as deep
as he could go and every time he thrust she yelped in pleasure.


“Beg me to fuck you.”


She screamed loudly, overflowing with ecstasy. “Please fuck me Professor. Please! I need it.”


He began to thrust harder and faster. He was pounding into her so hard she knew it would leave
bruises but she loved it and begged him to go deeper.


He grabbed a handful of her hair yanked her head back, using it as leverage to pound harder.
He used his other hand to rake his nails down her back, leaving pretty
red streaks on her
beautiful porcelain skin.


She moaned and bucked wildly as the pressure inside of her increased.


Then she burst, screaming at the top of her lungs, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed
over her.


He continued to fuck her until his own orgasm hit and he groaned loudly as he spilled himself
inside of her.



When he had calmed, he removed himself, turned her around and bent her down in front of him.


“Clean it up,” he commanded.


She leaned into him and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft and licking up
every last drop of their joining.


When she was done he pushed her away, walked over to his desk and sat down.



“Please return tomorrow evening at the same time for your next detentioss Gss Granger.
I feel your behavior will need more discipline.”