An Unusual Punishment for Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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30,969
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34
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Not the Usual Punishment
“Running in the corridors Miss Granger?” It was that low, commanding voice again. “And I see that you are now three minutes late for detention. Not a good start Miss Granger, not a good start. In! “ He barked holding open the big wooden door to his office. She looked down at the floor wishing it would open and swallow her up, then, as it hadn’t moved, walked slowly into his office, jumping slightly as the door slammed shut behind her.
Snape went to sit behind his desk. It was a large desk, made from dark wood and polished to a high shine.
“You may stand there.” Snape said, pointing to the other side of the desk. Hermione crept across the room, still not daring to look up and positioned herself as he had requested. Her stomach was still fluttering and more surprisingly the desire to touch herself had increased. She felt a slight flush coming to her cheeks as his eyes continued to bore down on her.
Snape looked at the woman in front of him and bit his lip. “She’s still at school,” said one voice in his head. “She’s of age, in fact she’s over age,” said other voice. Hermione was actually nearly nineteen. She had decided to return to school after the year away defeating Voldemort, so was now a year older than normal seventh year students. “Oh Merlin, I have to stop staring at her,” he thought. Her tie was loose and the top buttons of her shirt were undone, giving him a glimpse of he pale white skin, usually covered by her uniform. He could see a couple of drops of sweat glistening on her chest. She must have run all of the way from the hall. The fabric of her white shirt was strained across her chest, allowing him to see a subtle outline of the lace on her bra beneath. Her hair, which was usually so sleek and smooth now looked so natural, slightly tangled, the way it must look first thing in the morning. He wanted to reach out and wrap it round his fingers. He watched as a slight flush appeared across her cheeks. Then snapped himself out of it and cleared his throat.
“You behaved disgracefully in my lesson today!” He snapped at her.
“Sorry Sir,” Hermione replied, “I didn’t mean to disrupt the class.”
“You have been a troublesome influence since first year, calling out, assisting other students with assessed work, and look at me when I am talking to you!”
Hermione looked up as his voice rose. Her brown eyes met his black ones and she felt as if she had been given an electric shock. Surely he wasn’t just going to shout at her for the whole hour. What did he have in mind?
Snape felt a shudder run down his spine as her brown eyes were raised to meet his. What was he going to do with her? Could he really go through with his plan? It wasn’t against the rules, it was just not mentioned except in extreme cases. But he had been dreaming of this moment for months. Ever since he realised how beautiful a woman Hermione had grown in to. He took a deep breath.
“The usual punishment in these cases is lines, but given your love of writing, and the length of time this has been going on for, I have chosen something more appropriate,” he said softly.
Snape stood up and walked to a dusty cupboard in one corner of the room. Pointing his wand at the door, he muttered a spell and the door swung open. He reached inside and took something from a hook, closed the door and walked back to his desk. Hermione gasped and felt her knees start to tremble. In Snape’s hand was a short, black leather belt. He didn’t intend to… Did he?
“I have decided to teach you a lesson you will not forget Miss Granger” Snape spoke in a very low voice. By the time you leave this office you are going to wish that you didn’t have to sit down for lessons tomorrow.
Hermione unconsciously moved her hands to her pert bottom and started to gently massage her cheeks. She could not believe what she was hearing. She had heard of corpral punishment being used at Hogwarts (and seen the effects when the twins had returned from Dumbledore’s office three years ago looking rather sorry for themselves) and she had even been spanked by her mum on several occasions, but not for many years.
Snape went to sit behind his desk. It was a large desk, made from dark wood and polished to a high shine.
“You may stand there.” Snape said, pointing to the other side of the desk. Hermione crept across the room, still not daring to look up and positioned herself as he had requested. Her stomach was still fluttering and more surprisingly the desire to touch herself had increased. She felt a slight flush coming to her cheeks as his eyes continued to bore down on her.
Snape looked at the woman in front of him and bit his lip. “She’s still at school,” said one voice in his head. “She’s of age, in fact she’s over age,” said other voice. Hermione was actually nearly nineteen. She had decided to return to school after the year away defeating Voldemort, so was now a year older than normal seventh year students. “Oh Merlin, I have to stop staring at her,” he thought. Her tie was loose and the top buttons of her shirt were undone, giving him a glimpse of he pale white skin, usually covered by her uniform. He could see a couple of drops of sweat glistening on her chest. She must have run all of the way from the hall. The fabric of her white shirt was strained across her chest, allowing him to see a subtle outline of the lace on her bra beneath. Her hair, which was usually so sleek and smooth now looked so natural, slightly tangled, the way it must look first thing in the morning. He wanted to reach out and wrap it round his fingers. He watched as a slight flush appeared across her cheeks. Then snapped himself out of it and cleared his throat.
“You behaved disgracefully in my lesson today!” He snapped at her.
“Sorry Sir,” Hermione replied, “I didn’t mean to disrupt the class.”
“You have been a troublesome influence since first year, calling out, assisting other students with assessed work, and look at me when I am talking to you!”
Hermione looked up as his voice rose. Her brown eyes met his black ones and she felt as if she had been given an electric shock. Surely he wasn’t just going to shout at her for the whole hour. What did he have in mind?
Snape felt a shudder run down his spine as her brown eyes were raised to meet his. What was he going to do with her? Could he really go through with his plan? It wasn’t against the rules, it was just not mentioned except in extreme cases. But he had been dreaming of this moment for months. Ever since he realised how beautiful a woman Hermione had grown in to. He took a deep breath.
“The usual punishment in these cases is lines, but given your love of writing, and the length of time this has been going on for, I have chosen something more appropriate,” he said softly.
Snape stood up and walked to a dusty cupboard in one corner of the room. Pointing his wand at the door, he muttered a spell and the door swung open. He reached inside and took something from a hook, closed the door and walked back to his desk. Hermione gasped and felt her knees start to tremble. In Snape’s hand was a short, black leather belt. He didn’t intend to… Did he?
“I have decided to teach you a lesson you will not forget Miss Granger” Snape spoke in a very low voice. By the time you leave this office you are going to wish that you didn’t have to sit down for lessons tomorrow.
Hermione unconsciously moved her hands to her pert bottom and started to gently massage her cheeks. She could not believe what she was hearing. She had heard of corpral punishment being used at Hogwarts (and seen the effects when the twins had returned from Dumbledore’s office three years ago looking rather sorry for themselves) and she had even been spanked by her mum on several occasions, but not for many years.