A punch with unexpected consequences

Chapter Three – The First Detention

At a quarter to eight Hermione made her way back down to the dungeons and Snapes office. She had made it through dinner and afterwards back in the common room without raising the suspicions of Ron and Harry. She was her normal studious self. At dinner she talked about their Transfigurations essay that was due the end of next week and which she already had finished. Back in Gryffindor tower she the boys to do their homework and pretended to study herself. But she couldn’t concentrate on her work. She wondered all the time what Snape would have her do and how much of her time it would take, how his detentions would fit in her schedule, if he would give her a regular schedule for her detentions and if it was maybe negotiable to suit better with her studies. Well, that was rather unlikely, she thought to herself. But she could try none the less.

As she started to leave for her appointment with Snape Ron looked up to her.

“Hey, ‘Mione, where’re you going?”

“I’ve got an appointment with Professor Snape and I don’t want to be late,” Hermione answered nonchalantly as it were the most normal thing in the world to have an appointment with Snape. The boys definitely didn’t think so as Harrys head snapped up upon hearing her answer and Ron nearly shouted “What?!” looking at her as if she were mad.

“I’ve got an appointment with Professor Snape,” Hermione repeated as if Ron were dense.

“Whatever for?” he demanded to know, while Harry was just listening quietly.

“I hope he will give me permission for an extra credit project and agree to supervise it.” Again she said it as if it was totally normal to do so. She was glad she had her excuse ready beforehand as Snape didn’t want her to tell anyone about her dententions and this excuse would explain all the other times she had to go to Snape without having to come up with ever new reasons to do so.

“Whatever for?” Ron repeated himself.

“For extra credit and to further my education, what else?” Hermione answered exasperated.

“But why does it have to be Snape of all teachers?” Ron whined.

“Because he is the Potions Master and my intended project is on potions. Who else do you think I should go to Ronald?” Hermione started to get irritated by Rons questions. Really couldn’t he grow up some time soon, he still acted like Snape was the most horrible person on earth. Had he already forgotten that it was due to Snape that Harry was able to defeat Voldemort at the end of last year? He warned them of the planned attack at the last Hogsmeade weekend of the school year, so they were prepared and able to plan a counter attack because Snape could tell them where exactly Voldemort and his Death Eaters would apparate to. The Order and most of Dumbledores Army awaited them there and started to attack them immediately at their arrival. It was a viscious fight, but the Order and the students had the advantage of surprise and many of the Death Eaters didn’t even get the chance to utter one hex.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stayed close together, hexing every Death Eater they could reach and deflecting or ducking all hexes that were aimed at them. Ron was soon engaged in a fierce duel with Rodolphus Lestrange and got seperated from the other two. Hermione found herself fighting with Lucius Malfoy, who sneered disdainfully at her all the time. She, too, was forced to move away from Harry. Harry himself went straight after Voldemort and the two of them began throwing, deflecting and ducking hexes at each other so fast everyone who watched them was astonished they still knew what they were doing. As it looked as if Harry would win their duell, Bellatrix Lestrange sneaked up behind Harry ready to curse him. Hermione and Ron who had just moments before incapacitated their opponents saw the danger for their friend but were way too far away to act on time. As Bella cried out “Crucio” Snape was suddenly between Harry and her taking the curse for him, he immediately fell to the ground writhing in agony. Surprised, Bella ended the curse and Snape got up, standing on shaking legs, he assumed a duelling position, ready to defend Potters back, while he continued his duel with the Dark Lord.

“You traitor, I always knew you were not to be trusted, Snape,” Bella spat out.

Snape sneered at her, trying to get his muscles back under control and to stop shaking, “Then you should have done something before I led you all into a trap, Bella, now it is too late.”

“How could you betray our Lord, Snape? And to that old muggle-loving fool and this idiot child, no less?”

“Easy enough, lie to you all, report back what I learned and redeem my soul. And I thought my students were the dunderheads, what a stupid question.”

Outraged at his reply, Bella began to attack, but Snape had enough time to recover from the Cruciatus Curse and deflected her attacks with ease until he saw his chance and threw the Avada Kedavra at her, which hit her in the chest and she fell mute to the ground. Snape scanned his surroundings, looking out for any other possible threats to him and the Potter boy who still duelled Voldemort. Seeing no other Death Eaters in the vicinity, he instructed Ron and Hermione, who got back to the scene just after he had killed Bella, to look out for more Death Eaters who may try and assist Voldemort and head them off of Harrys back. Together the three were able to stop five more Death Eaters who tried to help their Lord against Potter until Harry at least shouted his last curse, the Killing Curse and Voldemort was no more, he lay dead on the ground. Harry smiled at Ron and Hermione, said “Thank you, Professor, it’s over” and then collapsed to the ground.

He woke the next day in the Hospital Wing, his injuries from the variuos hexes and curses that had hit him were nearly all healed, he was just exhausted after the long duell with Voldemort.

“I really have to go now or I will be late after all. See you later.” And with that Hermione turned and left through the portrait hole.

Now Hermione stood in front of Snapes office door for her first detention. It was one minute to eight, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” she heard Snape call lazily out.

Hermione entered Snapes office and closed the door behind her before she turned her attention to the Potions Master, who sat behind his desk as he had as she left him earlier this evening. He beckoned her to sit in the chair opposite him again. He began to speak as soon as she was seated.

“I see at least you are punctual, Miss Granger. That is a promising beginning to our sessions. So what did you tell Weasley and Potter, where you have gone to?”

“I told them I would see you about an extra credit project and ask you to supervise it, sir,” Hermione answered honestly.

Snape smirked at her. “Yes, that will do as an explanation for our sessions. Very good, Miss Granger.”

Hermione smiled shyly at him upon hearing praise from his mouth, even as it was for lying to her friends, praise from Snape was just too rare not to be pleased about.

“So, let’s get started with your punishment for this evening, Miss Ganger, I don’t have all night for you,” Snape continued as he stood up from his chair and rounded his desk. “Stand up, brace yourself with your hands on the desk,” he ordered.

Bewildered Hermione did as she was told. Snape came to stand behind her, she flinched away as he began to lift her school skirt.

“Stand still, Miss Granger, you haven’t already forgotten that you agreed to do whatever I say, did you?” Snape hissed at her.

“No, sir,” Hermione replied as it began to dawn on her that she wouldn’t have just normal detentions with her Potions Professor.

Hermione held herself still as Snape lifted her skirt and then yanked down her white cotton panties. He admired her white rounded globes as he saw them for the first time. They were magnificent, slowly he caressed them with one hand. Hermione drew a deep breath as her teacher touched her for the first time. A shiver ran down her spine, in disgust or delight over his touch she could not determine.

Abruptly the hand left her bum and before she could make sense out of it, her right cheek stinged and a resounding slap could be heard, then she understood, Snape had just spanked her.

Snape looked fascinated at Hermiones arse cheek as it began to show his handprint after his first slap. Yes, her arse would look even better if it would be reddened from his spanking. A slight movement from Hermione brought him out of his fantasy and back to the task at hand. He spanked her again, this time on the other cheek and began to explain his rules.

“The spanking this evening is to imprint my message to you, Miss Granger. Until the end of the school year you are mine to do with as I please. You signed a Magical Contract and are bound to its contents, therefore there is nothing you can do about it. I already forbid you to talk about it, even if you could there’s nothing that anyone could do about it. You will have to cope. You are for my pleasure and my pleasure only. Any sexual relationships you might have at the moment, you will end. No one will touch you without my permission. Yes, maybe I will give you to someone else if it is what pleases me and you would have to do it, Miss Granger. I will fuck you every way, everytime and everywhere that I desire and you will obey. I will punish you the way I do tonight or in similar ways, when you disobey or anger me or when it pleases me. Again, you are mine to do with as I wish, Miss Granger. When we are alone you are to call me Master or Sir, nothing else. But even if we are not alone you will do exactly as I say.”

Hermione was sobbing by now, through his entire speech, Snape continued to spank her. The sting of the first slap had meanwhile developed to a constant burning that encompassed her entire bum. It hurt and she felt humiliated as she began to understand just what exactly she had entered into by signing the parchment earlier. And to add insult to injury, she felt herself aroused by the spanking and Snapes domineering words.

“Did I make myself clear, Miss Granger?” Snape demanded to know, underlining each word with a hard slap to her arse.

“Yes,” Hermione choked out between sobs.

“Yes, what?” Two more hard slaps to each cheek.

“Y-yes, M-master!” Hermione cried out.

“Good, very good, Miss Granger”, Snape purred in a soft tone as he began to caress her abused flesh soothingly. He admired his handiwork, Hermiones arse fairly glowed, it was an angry red all over. He continued to softly stroke her glorious globes.

“You arse is beautiful with this colouring, perhaps I should have it this colour all the time at our sessions. Or perhaps I will find out which other body parts of you look good when they are this red.” His hand wandered lower and between Hermiones legs as he said this and slipped into her folds, that were dripping wet. Snape smirked.

“Ahhh. Did you enjoy being spanked, Miss Granger? Do you like to be dominated? Does it turn you on to have to call your greasy Potions teacher Master, to be owned by me?” he purred in his silky voice in her ear, while his fingers massaged her clit and teased her entrance.

“Yes, Master”, Hermione moaned out, unable to lie to him or herself, while his fingers did the most delicious things to her cunt.

“Well, this isn’t for your pleasure, Miss Granger”, Snape barked out as he withdrew his fingers. “Turn around and get on your knees.” Hermione groaned in disappointment as the fingers left her, but did as she was told. She knelt before her teacher and looked questioning up to him. Snape simply opened the fly of his trousers and freed his erection from its confines. Hermione stared at Snapes cock, it was huge, at least eight inches long, probably nine. The head was thick and red, nearly purple, she could see a thick vein along its shaft pulse with blood.

“Don’t sit there, staring at it like an idiot, Miss Granger. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it. I don’t have to explain to you the workings of fellatio, now do I?” Snape sneered down at her.

“No, Master” Hermione replied and began to lick along his shaft from base to head, flicking her tongue over it and circling it a few times around the head before closing her lips around it. Snape let out a gasp as her lips closed around him. His hands curled in her hair almost painfully as she began to take him further in her mouth, running her tongue along the shaft. As she drew back, she sucked in and swirled her tongue over the head again. He moaned out loud and gripped her hair harder as he began to thrust his hips. Hermione took him as far in as she could sucking hard every time she withdrew and keeping her tongue busy. Snapes hands became more demanding, the thrusts of his hips more insisting until he took over control and held her head still with his hands and began to fuck Hermiones mouth in earnest.

“Oh, yes. How long have I dreamt about shutting your incessant know it all mouth, filling it with my cock is definitely the best way. Your mouth was made to be fucked by me, Miss Granger. That is the way it should be, you on your knees at my feet with my cock in your mouth. Do you like sucking my cock, Miss Granger? I bet you love it.” And he shoved his cock even farther in Hermiones mouth, so she had to fight her gag reflex. “Relax your throat, Miss Granger, I want you to take all of me in.” Snape thrust deeper into her mouth until her nose hit his pubic hair and Hermione swallowed around him and Snape came with a shout in her mouth.

“Swallow it, Miss Granger, swallow!” Snape shouted as spurted his semen in her mouth. After he was spent, he withdrew his now flaccid penis from her mouth, tucked himself away and returned to his seat behind his desk.

“You may leave, Miss Granger. But remember the rules I set today. Oh, and you are not allowed to touch yourself or heal your arse either, is that clear?” Snape asked bored, his attention already back to his grading.

“Yes, Master,” Hermione answered defeated as she left. She would go through hell tomorrow trying to sit through her classes on her sore bum, not to mention tonight as she was so turned on, her pussy almost ached.


A/N: I hope you liked it. I can’t await your reviews.