The Tub Tag Curse

Another crazy chapter! He he he *rubbing hands together in evil glee* Hope you enjoy!

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Giddy Up

Madam Hooch’s teeth rattled as the ghostly Professor Binns left the bath. That was the coldest sexual experience of her life. She shivered and turned on the hot water tap, sinking underneath it. Who knew that ghosts could still have sex?

She put her head back on the edge of the tub and relaxed while her shaking subsided, wondering who Professor Binns would fetch for her. When the door began to slowly open, she raised one eyelid and turned towards the door.

Standing in the middle of the doorway stood dark, towering, brooding Professor Severus Snape. He looked down at her with no expression on his face at all. “Hooch!” he barked. “Let’s get this done with. There will be no kissing, no caressing, no… sweet talk of any kind. Bend over the edge of the tub and wait while I ready myself.”

But Madam Hooch bent over for no one. How dare he come in here and start commanding her! She had always been in control, a take charge type of person. No one spoke to her like that! She could feel her ire rising quickly as she openly glared at him. She stood up in the tub, stepping on the bench to get more height. “Now just you wait a minute!” she said with her most haughty voice.

Snape took a quick glance down her dripping body and then at her defiant stance, hands on her hips.

“No one tells this witch what to do,” she stated. “I’m in charge here. Now strip!”

Snape lifted a brow in amusement. He had to give her credit for such bravado. He respected that, more than simpering, cowering fools. But still…

“You can’t possibly think you could overpower me, Hooch,” Snape sneered. “And I’m sure you’re aware that Dumbledore has charmed the room to make all wands ineffective.”

Madam Hooch smiled, knowingly. “I don’t need a wand.” She lifted her hand and waved it, causing a broomstick that she had brought to lift into the air.

Snape glanced at the broom. “What are you going to do? Chase me on your broom?” he asked, amused.

“You’ll find out if you don’t do as I say. Now strip!” she commanded.

Snape stood there looking at her, daring her with his eyes.

Hooch said, “Get him!” The broom pointed at Snape and moved towards him, swirling in a strange way. Hooch had charmed her broom to follow her commands.

Snape wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. He stood still, looking at her. But then he felt a hard whack on his backside which propelled him forward a bit.
Now he looked shocked as the broom continued to whack at him, spanking him hard. He tried to turn and grasp it but the broom was too quick and he ended up getting his hand whacked as well.

“Ceased this!” he snapped.

“Stop,” Hooch commanded. “Now are you ready to do as I say?”

Snape looked at her in shock, his rear end aching in pain. “You, Madam, have crossed the line.”

Hooch shook her head. “That’s not the right answer. Get him!” she ordered again. The broom began whacking Snape some more and now he tried to get away, running around the tub. “Will you do as I say now?”

“Stop this at once,” Snape yelled, tugging at the door handle.

“If you leave, your prick will shrink, Professor,” Hooch stated. “Now answer my question.”

“Fine! Fine! Just stop this blasted broom,” he shouted. He doubted that he’d be able to sit for the rest of the day.

Hooch stopped the broom from its motions, leaving it to hover near the angry Professor, ready to strike if needed. He was breathing hard, seething at his treatment while he undid his robes and trousers. He tossed them to the ground angrily and glared at her. “Does this satisfy you?” he said, tightly.

Hooch gazed down his body appreciatively. “Yes, for now,” she said. “Now get on your hands and knees.”

“What!” Snape exclaimed. “I will not!”

“Get him,” Hooch muttered, sending the broom to work again on Snape’s bare arse.

Now that he had no clothing to soften some of the impact, the broom smacked hard against his red, burning backside and he hissed in pain. Snape dropped to his hands and knees, vowing that he’d pay Hooch back for this, somehow.

She stopped the broom’s movement when he complied and smirked at him. “Very good, my little lamb,” she said.

Snape looked at her as if she were daft. “I am not a lamb,” he stated, wondering if things could get any worse. They did.

“You are a lamb if I say you are,” she said, raising her hand in the air and getting ready to command the broom.

Snape opened his eyes wide, knowing that he couldn’t possibly take anymore spanking. “All right! I’ll be a lamb!” he said, quickly.

Madam Hooch smiled at him and lowered her hand. “That’s better. Except… lambs cannot speak. Now, Severus, what do lambs do?”

“Excuse me?” he answered, appalled at what he knew she wanted.

“Answer the question,” she barked.

Severus looked like he wanted to spit nails when he said, “They… bleat.”

“That’s right, my little lambkins,” she smiled, loving how upset she was making him. Madam Hooch was having so much fun! “You know what you have to do.”

Snape gave her the evil eye. Then he noticed the broom hovering closer. “Maaaaa, maaaaa,” he found himself saying. He had never felt so undignified and humiliated, not since James Potter had exposed his underwear to the school when he was a student.

“More,” Hooch ordered.

“Maaaa, maaaa,” Severus replied, wishing he could shove that broomstick right up her arse until it came out of her caustic mouth.

“Very good, Severus,” Madam Hooch smiled. “Now that you know your place, we can continue.”

Snape gritted his teeth. What exactly did she want to continue with?

Madam Hooch stepped out of the bath and walked to Snape’s side. “Now, I want you to be my little horsie.”

Snape twisted his face back over his shoulder to give her the look of certain retribution. He shuddered when she straddled his back, her wet cunt rubbing against his spine. Somehow, however, this bodily contact was starting to turn him on.

“Giddy up!” she called out, smacking his sore arse with the flat of her hand. “And let me hear you.”

Snape lurched forward as the pain from the slap shot through him and he called out, “Neigh… neigh…,” as he crawled around the tub with Madam Hooch on his back.

“That’s it,” she said, rubbing her pussy on him and groaning during his movements. After awhile she said, “Whoa”. Severus halted and she climbed off. “Now on your back, arms over your head,” she commanded.

Snape did as she asked, not looking at her as he didn’t trust himself not to hurt her. He soon gasped in surprise, however, when her broomstick came and pinned his arms down onto the ground over his head. Damn her! And worst of all, Snape knew she could see how hard he had gotten from her little ‘horsie’ ride.

“I just knew you were a submissive at heart, Severus,” she said, eyeing his cock. She straddled him and lowered herself down. Snape gasped when she grabbed his cock in her grip and positioned it beneath her before sliding down it with a groan. Then she began moving on him, increasing the speed quickly, riding him and moaning.

Snape shut his eyes, enjoying the sex, but wishing the circumstances had been different. Suddenly he felt a hard slap across his face and the harsh words “Look at me, bitch!” His eyes snapped open and he looked at her in shock. Who was this woman?

She bounced and bounced on him and Severus could feel himself getting close. When she let out a long howl, he came with her. They rode the wave together and when they were a bit calmed, Hooch jumped off him and said, “Thanks for the good time, Snape.” She walked to the door after getting dressed and recalled her broom to her hand.

Snape was finally able to sit up and he rubbed his wrists as Madam Hooch left. Slipping into the bath, he turned his bare arse towards the faucet and said, “Cold water.” Cold water came pouring down on his burning skin and he sighed in relief. He now believed Madam Hooch was completely mad!

When he heard the door opening, Snape submerged his backside under the water and grimaced a bit when he sat on the water bench.

“Hello, Severus” came a woman’s voice.

Snape grinned evilly. “Sybil,” he said. “Come here my little… lamb.”

OOOOOOOOO

Sybil Trelawney grabbed the bottle of firewiskey and swigged some down while she waited for whomever Severus would pick for her. My Gods, the man wore her out and made her do the strangest of things. She wondered why he seemed to have a strange fascination with lambs and horses, having her on her hands and knees and making animal sounds. But Sybil didn’t mind a few kinks once in a while, as long as they weren’t dangerous.

She knew, however, that being the youngest professor on staff meant that she’d have to seduce a student next. She didn’t quite know what to think of that. She took a few more swigs and tried to relax.

OOOOOOOOOOO

Hermione had been keeping a check list of all the professors that had disappeared into the prefects’ bath, and she now realized that when Snape finished with Trelawney, one of the students would be chosen. Oh, why did this have to happen in their seventh year!? One of her classmates would surely be next.

There was a nervous silence that afternoon in the Great Hall as the students did their homework, needing to be in the know by staying together. Many were aware of Hermione’s list and now knew one of them would be next.

When Professor Snape walked into the room, everyone’s head turned with rapt attention. Snape stopped at the threshold and looked slowly up and down each table, trying to decide who would get the shiny disk he now held in his hand.

Most of the Seventh Years were trying to make themselves as small as possible, bending their heads down to hide. Who the hell wanted to have sex with that kooky woman? Whoever got chosen would surely be the laughingstock of Hogwarts for the rest of their school career.

A collective gasp went up when Snape’s gaze stopped on the group of Seventh Year Gryffindors huddled together, pretending to study.

“He’s coming this way!” Hermione whispered, harshly.

“Just brilliant,” Harry muttered, sweating. ‘Please not me, please not me’, he kept saying to himself. But he knew that Snape had it in for him and would truly love to embarrass Harry at any opportunity he could find.

Harry and Ron sat dead still, staring at their open books when they saw the tall shadow fall across the table from behind them. It seemed that Snape was just standing there, enjoying their fear. They looked across the table at Hermione, who was looking at Snape with wide eyes. She glanced at her friends in pity and they knew one of them was doomed.

It was so quiet in the Great Hall, you could hear a pin drop, when Snape finally said, “Weasley, report to the prefects bath.” He reached over Ron’s shoulder and placed the disk on Ron’s open book.

Ron looked at it in horror. No, this couldn’t be happening! Trelawney? He had to fuck Trelawney? His horrified face looked at Hermione who was giving him the ‘it will be all right’ look.

“Now, Weasley,” Snape barked when Ron didn’t move.

Ron’s face burned with shame as he stood up. Now the room was buzzing with talk as everyone either thought it was completely funny or completely terrible. The Slytherins were laughing the loudest and making cat calls at Ron.

“QUIET!” Snape yelled. The room fell silent with suppressed emotion. Snape looked around at them all as Ron quickly left the room, head down. “You all seem to forget,” Snape said in his smooth tone, “that your turn will come.”

He continued to stand behind Harry and Harry finally turned his head to look over his shoulder. Snape looked at his face, amused. “Hope this doesn’t cause problems for you, Potter,” he said, voice low.

Harry looked at him, confused. Snape was clearly taunting him, but Harry had no idea what it was about. Finally Snape walked away and Harry looked across the table at Hermione. “What in Merlin’s name did he mean by that?” he whispered.

Hermione slid under the table and came up next to Harry, where Ron was just sitting a minute ago.

“I think I know,” Hermione whispered.

“What?” Harry asked.

“He thinks you and Ron are, you know… together,” Hermione said, quietly.

Shock spread across Harry’s face. “What! I’m not gay.”

“Remember that note he took off your desk, the one Ron gave you to give to Lavender?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“I believe he thinks that the letter was intended for you since it was in your possession and it was signed by Ron,” she answered.

Harry felt sick. He remembered that letter. It was full of filthy words of what Ron wanted to do to Lavender on their next ‘date’. Snape actually thought him and Ron were doing those things! Gods!

“Harry, I think he gave the disk to Ron because he thought it would put a rift in your relationship and make you jealous,” Hermione continued.

“What relationship?” Harry almost shouted. Other than friendship there was NO fucking relationship.

Heavy sniffling was heard. Harry and Hermione craned their necks to see what it was about. Lavender sat weeping into her hands while her friends tried to comfort her.

They surmised that Professor Trelawney would no longer be Lavender’s favorite professor.

OOOOOOOO

Ron stood outside the prefect’s bath, stomach churning. The thought of his prick shrinking was the only thing keeping him from running.

“Hello Ron,” spoke a very girly voice from behind him.

It startled Ron and he turned to find Moaning Myrtle smirking at him.

“You have to go in,” she laughed.

“Go away, Myrtle,” Ron grumped. “This is not funny at all.”

She giggled some more and said, “You just may find an experienced woman enjoyable. Go on, you’re keeping me waiting.”

“You? Have you been spying?” Ron asked, disgusted.

His only response was a giggle.

“You just stay out of there while I’m in it, you hear?” Ron said.

Myrtle crossed her ghostly fingers behind her back. “All right, Ron. Since I consider you my friend, I’ll respect your privacy.”

Ron shook his head and turned towards the door, placing his hand on the knob when he heard, “Is someone out there?”

It was Trelawney, calling to him from within. He swallowed and opened the door, finding his professor sodden drunk in the tub. Her head wobbled back and forth as she looked at Ron with her big spectacles. Ron knew she was naked, but he could only see her shoulders at the moment as she sat in the water, surrounded by bubbles.

“Who’s there?” Trelawney squinted, her words slurring slightly.

“M… me…, Professor,” Ron stammered. “Ro… Ron Weasley.”

She didn’t say anything for a bit and then finally she said, “Well, come on in.”

Ron stepped in and shut the door, not wanting to turn around again.

“Would you like some of this?” Trelawney asked.

Ron looked over his shoulder to see what she was referring to, and wasn’t surprised that it was a bottle of fire whiskey. “Yeah, I think I really do,” Ron replied. Students weren’t supposed to drink fire whiskey in school, but then again, students weren’t supposed to be shagging their professors.

OOOOOOOO

A/N Finally we get to the students. I know I skipped over some professors, but I never intended to do all of them – just the ones I could have fun with.

So, Ron will get Trelawney. Does anyone have a suggestion for who should be with Ron? It doesn’t have to be funny – could be sexy too.

Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you.