The Punishment of Secrecy

Ok, the SMUT STARTS HERE. This is your last chance to run far and fast before it gets ivolved. Just like anything else you\'ll see on this site, I don\'t own the characters, the places blah blah blah. You know the drill. This story is littered with BDSM issues; spanking, whipping, dominat pad paddling,sadistic behaviours etc. If you don\'t like this sort of thing...TURN BACK NOW and DON\'T READ! If this is your cup of tea...continue. It\'s a long one and not even close to being finished. Enjoy...
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The weeks passed slowly since his cosionsion. They had yet to chance another encounter, but he got the idea that she wanted to continue where they’d left off. She still sneered at him hatefully but he assumed it was part of keeping things as normal as possible. He did his part by being extra stern with her in class, although he had not attempted to give her another detention. They carried on like this until the afternoon of Halloween. She entered the classroom, like normal, and Malfoy started on her. He called her a mudblood, tripped her causing her to knock his cauldron over and set her text on fire when her wand hit it. Knowing that Malfoy was at fault, he called them both into his office.
“May I ask what the problem is now Malfoy?” heed wed with his usual sneer.
“Seems Granger is a bit of a klutz. She was so rushed she knocked my cauldron over and then caught her books on fire with her wand. She really should be more careful or she’s going to end up hurting someone,” Malfoy said with sarcasm and hatred dripping from his words.
“Very well. Twenty points from Gryffindor and Miss Granger, please stay after class to discuss your detention,” he said sharply.
“But sir,” she started, when he looked up. Anyone with a trained eye would have seen the desire burning from his eyes, but Malfoy took it to be malicious and chuckled.
“I don’t want to hear it. Unless of course you’d like more points taken from your house, I suggest you return to your seat. We’ll discuss this after class.” He got up and walked swiftly back to the classroom, leaving Malfoy to gloat and Hermione in shock.
The rest of the day was uneventful as usual. There was a grand feast prepared to celebrate Halloween, but Severus couldn’t sit still. He wanted nine o’clock to hurry and get here. He caught Hermione’s eye several times during dinner, but she just gave him an icy look and returned her attention to her friends.
She arrived promptly at nine o’clock and he instructed her to start scrubbing down the desks he used in the classroom dungeon. She did it without speaking, getting herself the water and cleaner needed to do the job from the small storage cupboard at the end of the room. He watched her from his office for over an hour, wondering how he was going to approach her again. Finally, when she’d reached the end of the last row, he snuck up behind her and put his arms around her small waist.
“You’ve been slaving like a house elf tonight dear,” he said softly into her ear as he pushed her hair back behind it. She pulled herself out of his grasp.
“Sorry Professor, I have work to do,” she said shortly and continued what she had been doing. He didn’t know if she was genuinely angry or if she was playing so he attempted again.
“Hermione, you’re doing a wonderful job. You can stop any time now.”
She glared up at him and dropped the scrub brush back into the pail of dirty water.
“Sure, tell me I’m done when there is only two more desks to go. I think I’ll finish what I started Professor,” she said hotly. He nodded, not knowing what to do and returned to his desk in the classroom where he could watch her fully. She finished the task at hand, and took care of her cleaning things, putting them back where they belonged. When she returned to his desk, he had no idea what to say to her.
“I’m finished, now what?” she asked.
“Now…” he paused as he rose from his chair. “Now we move on.” He pulled her so she was standing in front of him, her back to the desk. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.
“I’ve missed you so,” she said quietly. “You have no idea how terrible it’s been; going to sleep with the memory of your kiss on my lips, wanting to hold you. It’s just torture.”
“I know dear. Why on earth were you so cold when you came in here? I probably wouldn’t have put you to work had you not been so bloody distant.”
“No, can’t have that,” she giggled. “I was sent here for punishment and that’s what I did.”
He turned her around so she was facing the desk, her hands flailing for a moment in search of him. He nuzzled his face in her neck and bit her softly. She gasped and reached over her head so that she might find his head.
“Now dear, would you like some real punishment?” he asked, trying to contain his excitement. She nodded and turned herself to face him again, throwing her arms around his neck.
He picked her up and set her roughly on the top of the desk. She grinned slightly and dug her nails into his neck in approval. He fumbled for a moment with the buttons on her robes before gaining his confidence and working them efficiently. She was clawing at his neck and back, driving him mad with desire, and making it difficult to contain his arousal any longer. She grabbed the firmness growing at his groin roughly, causing him to moan softly and encouraging him to do what he would. Aggravated with the remaining buttons, he ripped it from her body. She, in preparation for exactly this, had not worn clothing under her robes, but was naked before him, her torn robes hanging loosely from her shoulders.
“Severus, I was expecting this a lot sooner than now. However, since I’ve been particularly naughty today, I suppose my punishment should be long and drawn out,” her words dripping with her craving. He pulled the hem of her robes up to her waist and looked down at her white legs.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered, running his hands up her thighs. “I don’t want to rush this. I want to make sure I please you,” he continued into her ear. She pulled his hips toward her own and began moving herself on the snug fabric. He licked and bit her ear and neck, trying to build her into a flustering mass of desire.
“It pleases me just being with you Severus,” she moaned as he pressed himself harder against her. “What ever you do, don’t stop. We may not have this opportunity again for some time” He nodded his agreement and kissed her hard on the lips, moving his tongue in rhythm with hers. Each moment they spent in each other’s arms, they felt their passion and longing build. She grabbed him again and started to undo his pants when he pushed her away.
“Stop me now Hermione. Stop me or this will be the end of the restraint I have. I won’t be able to contain myself very long around you. Do you know how hard it is teaching you now?” he whispered in her ear.
“Probably as hard as it is to sit through your class thinking all I want to do is rip your clothes off,” she muttered back to him. “Now do us both a favor and stop fucking around. I want you now, more than ever, so please, let’s just do this before we both explode.”
She grabbed him again and pulled herself back to him. He hesitated only a moment before pushing her down on the desk and lig heg her robes even further, exposing her more. He kissed her from her navel up to her breasts, taking in every inch of her he could find. She squirmed under him and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him up to kiss him again. He resisted her and continued his exploration of her body. His tongue finally found her mouth again and she clamped her lips on his, feverishly darting her tongue with his and clawing his back violently. He pressed himself on her, restraining onlng eng enough to give her the option to back out of it one last time. After she dug her nails into his now bared back, he took this as the end of her patience and penetrated her slowly. She gasped, eyes wide and let out a small cry.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered to her. She nodded but was encouraging him with the movement of her hips. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed him tightly. He chanced thrusting a bit harder and found her encouraging him to do more of the same.
“Tell me how bad I’ve been today Severus,” she moaned. “Make me suffer for the wrong I’ve done.”
“You have been bad today haven’t you?” he asked, winded from the exertion and anxiety. He pulled himself off of her, despite her desperate attempt to hold on to him. Quickly, he turned her over, face down on the desk. He entered her from the back, holding her small hands tightly in one of his own.
“You need punished,” he said, pushing his way deeper into her. She ed aed and tried to break free from his grasp but found her struggle futile. The more she fought, the tighter he held her and the harder he pushed on her. He took his one free hand and moved it around to her breasts, rolling one of her nipples in his soft fingers. She let out a scream muffled only by her arm that she was biting.
“Severus,” she groaned.
“Yes, dear,” he said softly.
“I think…I …OH SEVERUS!” she screamed, her orgasm taking over the control she had of her thoughts. He felt himself release as her orgasm quaked them both. He leaned over, resting his head on her back and finally releasing her hands as the final pulses of their lovemaking consumed his last ounce of energy. He made his way off of her, unsure if the spinning in his head would stop him from taking a step. He backed away from her slowly, as she tried to roll to her back. He helped her untangle herself from her now torn and soiled robes and she smiled at him thankfully. When they were both situated back in their clothing, Hermione looked at her watch.
“Is it normal to be kept in detention past midnight?” she asked worriedly. He nodded.
“I’ve been known to keep people in detention to the wee hours of the morning. Nobody will question you,” he said softly as he reached up and stroked her soft face. “Are you alright?” he asked with genuine concern.
“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “Not exactly what I’d pictured my first time as… it was more.”
His already pale face blanched and he stared at her wide-eyed.
“Your first time?” he asked, disbelievingly. “I thought…I just assumed…” he stammered.
“You assumed that I’d had experiences before tonight? Well you assumed wrong dear. I swore years and years ago that I would save myself for the right time with the right man. This seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I couldn’t have asked for anything better Severus. Please don’t feel guilty,” she said as she pulled him close to her so she could lay her head on his chest. He stroked her back and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m so sorry Hermione. Had I known…if I’d have been paying attention…I just wish I’d not been so rough with you, your first time and all,” he said guiltily. She sat up straight and put a finger to his lips.
“Shh dear. If I’d you’d have hurt me, I would have told you. It’s all about trust. I trust you completely. Speaking of trust,” she said. “That thing you did tonight, holding my wrists, why did you do that?”
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea. It just seemed to go along with the whole bad girl thing you were playing up,” he said as he shrugged. She laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “Well I think you’ve managed to get into my good graces again,” he said smiling.
“Why thank you professor! I don’t know how I would have managed to go on knowing you were upset with me being so naughty,” she said playfully. He smiled as he stroked her hair.
“You’re so young and yet so wise. But as much as I’d love to continue this tonight, I’d suggest you get yourself back to your common room. I’ll write you a note so that Filtch doesn’t give you a hard time.” He held her out at arms length, drinking her in one last time, and then bent over the desk to quickly write something on a scrap of parchment. “Now if anyone gives you gruff on your way back, you just send them to me. I’m sure you’ll be fine though.”
She nodded and hopped down from his desk. She walked slowly and carefully to the dungeon door and stopped to smile at him one last time. He returned it and watched as she walked up the stone steps towards her common room.

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