Good Little Slut

After what seemed like an age, Ginny gave a slight nod of her head. “I want it,” she said softly, but with determination. She looked up and met her Headmaster’s penetrating gaze. “Please, Sir,” she added.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Snape’s face. “Good girl,” he praised. “I knew that Gryffindor bravery would win out.” He gave the chain linking the clamps a slight tug, causing Ginny to arch her back and whimper.

He stepped back for a moment and met her gaze seriously. “If it gets too much, and you need me to stop, just say the word red. Be very sure that you mean it, though. I’ll let you leave, but you won’t be coming back.”

“Why red?” Ginny asked, a frown marring her pretty face.

Snape grinned evilly. “Because with the things I’ll be doing to you, you’ll be begging me to stop. But really, you’ll be craving more. Pleading for mercy is all part of the fun.”

Ginny squeezed her thighs together, desperately trying to relieve the throbbing of her neglected pussy. “Okay,” she whispered.

Snape noticed her actions and swiftly stepped forward, wand in hand. He touched the tip of his wand to her clit, giving Ginny a moment’s delicious pleasure. However, after a murmured incantation, it was swiftly removed.

“Please,” Ginny begged, spreading her legs enticingly.

Snape only smirked and reached out to spank her bare pussy. “You will not be allowed release until I decide you have earned it. You touched yourself last night without my permission, and that spell will ensure that you do not cum until I say so.”

Ginny hung her head in dismay. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered mulishly.

Snape had his wand out again, this time to secure her feet to the floor, legs spread wide enough to allow him access to all parts of her body.

“This is where the fun begins, Miss Weasley. From now on, you are nothing but my whore, to do with as I wish. Do you understand?”

Ginny nodded, shivers of anticipation running through her body. Snape grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head to face him.

“Then say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you are.”

“Your whore, Sir,” Ginny answered breathlessly, and without hesitation.

A malicious grin spread over his face. “Yes, you are. And I believe I will start with your punishment for disobeying my orders last night.”

Without further warning, Snape swung his arm back and brought it down firmly onto the pale flesh of Ginny’s buttocks. He watched in satisfaction as the soft globes jiggled and began to turn red. Satisfied with this result, he repeated the process - the sound of the stinging slap accompanied by Ginny’s whimpers of pain.

“Don’t hold back, girl,” he commanded. “Cry out if you need to.”

Given permission, Ginny let out a choked sob, just as Snape began sharply spanking each of her buttocks in turn. The force of each blow forcing her body to sway in its restraints.

“You have such a pretty bottom, Miss Weasley,” Snape observed, almost clinically. “It turns a delightful shade of red.”

He stood back and surveyed the glowing red of Ginny’s buttocks with satisfaction, before taking the abused flesh in both hands and kneading it firmly.

Ginny cried out at the rough handling, and tears brimmed over in her eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks. The throbbing in her bottom was like nothing she had ever experienced before, but she couldn’t deny that the heat from her buttocks had spread between her thighs, causing an aching need.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need…”

Snape walked round to face her, noting with pleasure the raw hunger clearly visible in her eyes. “I know exactly what you need, slut,” he said huskily, leaning in and trailing his tongue over the tear tracks on her flushed face. “And I intend to see that you get it.”

He stepped away then, and turned to the opened box on his desk. “I think it’s time to introduce you to the pleasures of another of my toys,” he mused, surveying the contents.

Ginny very nearly cried red when she saw the flogger in Snape’s hands as he approached her.

“Don’t look so alarmed,” Snape soothed, trailing the soft, suede strands over her naked, trembling torso. It will be very gentle, this time. I intend for you to enjoy this as much as I do.”

Ginny nodded dumbly, already relishing the sensation of the soft fronds caressing her skin. Snape reached forward and took hold of the clamp chain. Holding it up to her face, he instructed “Open wide. I want you to hold this in your mouth.”

Ginny obediently opened her mouth and bit down on the silver chain. It wasn’t quite long enough to reach comfortably, and so tugged slightly on her already-throbbing nipples.

“Such an obedient little whore,” Snape praised. Then, with an almost imperceptible flick of his wrist, he brought the fronds of the flogger up between her spread legs.

Ginny let out a muffled cry as she felt the bite across her tender inner thighs and spread pussy. There was a sharp stinging sensation, but also an incredibly surge of arousal, as they kissed her swollen clit.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Snape teased, repeating the motion, a little firmer this time. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Ginny nodded wordlessly, her body arching forward, causing a jolt of pain as she pulled on the chain.

“Needy little slut,” Snape continued, lightly flogging her inner thighs until they glowed a fierce red. He then raised his arm and repeated the same action several times across her breasts.

Cries escaped Ginny’s mouth, muffled only by her desperate need to hold the chain tightly between her teeth. Her breaths became heavy and her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. All the while, her wide eyes were fixed on the face of her Headmaster, drinking in the intense gaze with which he observed her responses.

“Beautiful,” Snape observed at last. He gave one final flick of the flogger, bringing it upwards firmly onto her bare cunt. Ginny’s knees buckled from the intensity of the pain, and the chain fell from her mouth as she moaned loudly.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I just…” Ginny began to babble nervously as she realised she had released the chain, disobeying his direct orders.

Snape stepped closer and wrapped a firm arm around her waist, giving her a moment to regain her footing. “There is no need to apologise,” he said, almost soothingly. “You did very well for your first time.” He trailed one hand between her thighs and stroked her gently, feeling the heat of her abused flesh against his palm.

A soft moan escaped Ginny’s lips, and Snape smirked in satisfaction. “So responsive,” he commented, withdrawing his hand and causing a mewl of discontent.

Without further warning, he reached up and swiftly released the clamps on her nipples. A pain like nothing she had felt previously surged through Ginny’s body, all of it centred on those swollen nubs of flesh.

As she opened her mouth, her cries were smothered, as Snape crashed his mouth onto hers, his tongue plundering her mouth relentlessly. Ginny instantly submitted to his advances, welcoming him into her mouth eagerly.

Pressed this tight against the Headmaster’s body, Ginny could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing firmly against her belly. As much as her restraints would allow, she rubbed her body against him, begging him wordlessly for more.
Snape pulled away instantly as he realised her intentions. Placing one hand firmly on her chin, his calloused fingers digging into her flesh, he regarded her coolly.

“You will get relief when I say so, whore. You are here for my pleasure, not the other way around.”

Ginny flushed at the rebuke and instantly dropped her head into a more submissive pose. “I’m sorry, Sir. Forgive me.”

Snape didn’t reply to this, he simply tightened one arm around Ginny’s waist. Giving a flick of his wand, he released the restraints that bound her.

Ginny sagged with relief, and was grateful for the supportive arm - she would surely have sunk to the ground without it.

Without relinquishing his hold, Snape slowly guided her across the room, until they stood in front of his large desk. “Bend over it,” he instructed, a firm hand on Ginny’s back, pushing her down.

Ginny gasped as she was pressed firmly against the cool wood of his desk, the weight of Snape’s touch holding her in place. She watched nervously as he returned his attention to the box of toys, replacing the clamps and flogger, and obviously searching for something else.

Ginny felt strangely vulnerable, bent, naked, over her Headmaster’s desk, her legs spread so that they displayed her needy cunt. Taking several calming breaths, she allowed her eyelids to flutter closed, not entirely sure she wanted to see what was coming, before it was absolutely necessary.

Her eyes flew open again when she felt something cold and slick against her puckered hole. In all her fantasies, Ginny had never imagined being touched…there. “W-what are you doing?” she stammered nervously.

“I’m preparing you, Miss Weasley. Trust me; you will be grateful of it later.”

Ginny whimpered as she felt a long finger pressing against her entrance, slowly circling it, before easing its way inside the tight ring of muscles. Her eyes watered as she felt the burn of a second finger sliding in also. She was torn between horror at something so dirty, so perverted, and the arousal that those feelings created within her.

“That’s it,” Snape purred as he watched his slut wriggle experimentally on his fingers. “You look like such a dirty whore with my fingers in you.”

Then, his fingers had withdrawn, and Ginny was surprised to hear a disappointed mewl escape her lips.

Snape chuckled at her obvious need. “Oh, don’t worry, pet. I’m going to fill you right back up.”

Before Ginny had time to process what this might mean, she felt something cold and hard nudging against her entrance. Snape raised one hand to smooth along her trembling flanks.

“Just relax,” he said. “I’m going to slide this plug into your tight hole, stretching you open.”

Ginny let out a keening noise as the Headmaster pressed insistently against the plug, pushing it further and further inside her.

“Shh, pet,” Snape soothed. “I know you can take it. Be a good little slut for me.” He slid his free hand between her thighs and began to slowly manipulate her clit.

Once the plug was fully seated inside her, Snape removed his fingers, causing Ginny to cry out at the loss. “Please,” she begged. “I need more.”

Snape gave a slightly vicious twist of the plug. “You need what I chose to give, whore.”
His calloused fingers dug into the soft flesh of Ginny’s buttocks, spreading them wide apart, showing the base of the plug nestled snugly between them. “Perfect,” he commented. “That will stay in place till I chose to remove it, understand?”

Ginny nodded slightly, before resting her damp forehead against the cold desk. The burning stretch in her arse was causing her whole body to throb with need.

“Arms behind your back,” Snape commanded suddenly.

Ginny complied instantly and without question, and was rewarded by the sensation of thick rope biding her wrists. The memory of what had happened the last time he had bound her like this, caused Ginny’s breaths to become quick and shallow.

Snape stepped back for a moment, pausing to admire the delicious sight before him. It had been many years since he had had a pet so young, so willing, and so wonderfully responsive. That it was a Weasley, and bloody Potter’s girlfriend to boot, was just an added bonus.

The urge to slam into her then was overwhelming. The sight of her bare cunt, glistening with her own juices, was almost too much to resist. As he imagined himself pounding into her, hard and fast, before filling her with his seed, Snape began to caress his cock through the fabric of his robes.

But first, first he wanted to make use of the greedy mouth of hers.

“Get up,” Snape instructed, and he watched impassively as Ginny struggled to stand upright. She turned slowly to face him, her head lowered in a manner that pleased him very much.

“On your knees,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

Ginny complied instantly. She didn’t care that the carpet was rough against her skin, that the room was really a little cool for comfort; she didn’t even mind the constant stretching of the plug in her arse. She looked up from beneath lowered lids as the Headmaster slipped his robes off, revealing his long, thick cock, and Ginny’s mouth watered uncontrollably at the sight.

Snape slowly stroked his cock and smirked at the sight of her. “Eager little slut, aren’t you? You can’t wait to have my cock in your mouth, buried in your throat. Such a greedy little cum whore.”

Ginny whimpered at these words - she found them as arousing as the actual actions themselves. And it was true, all of it. She wanted nothing more that to have her Headmaster’s hands holding her head tight, while he pumped his shaft into her mouth.

Snape walked closer and reached out a hand to pet her hair. “That’s where you belong,” he said. “On your knees ready to service me.” He yanked on her hair, pulling her face up to meet his gaze.

Ginny struggled to tear her eyes away from Snape’s cock, but finally met his gaze. As their eyes locked, he took hold of his cock and began running the tip along her lips. “Keep your mouth closed,” he chided, and she tried to taste him.

Snape watched with pleasure as he left sticky trails all over her face, marking her as his; his possession; his whore. After slapping his shaft against her cheeks, Snape pressed his erection against her lips. “Open that pretty mouth,” he commanded. “I’m going to bury my cock inside, make you gag for me.”

Ginny needed no further instruction. She parted her lips instantly, flicking out her tongue to lap at the drops of pre-cum already leaking from his slit. Leaking forward, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock, all the way to the crisp curls at its base.

Snape’s hands came up to hold the side of her head in place, as he slowly fed his cock into her eagerly waiting mouth. Feeling the slick heat engulf him, Snape groaned loudly and let his head fall back. “That’s it, whore,” he encouraged, as he pumped his hips slowly. “Such a good little cocksucker.”

Ginny moaned around the thick shaft in her mouth, loving the weight of it on her tongue, the smell of his arousal, the feel of his heavy balls slapping against her chin. She swallowed around his cock, trying to entice it deeper into her throat.

Snape looked down at her, his eyes glazed with lust and arousal. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting faster now. “Swallow my cock, slut. I want to hear you gag on it.”

The room was silent except for their heavy breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the erotic slurping noises that were making Snape harder than ever. Despite this, neither of them noticed when the flames in the fireplace turned green, and it was moments before they heard the crackling that announced an impending visitor.

Horrified at the thought of being found like that, Ginny struggled to pull away. Snape, however, had a fairly good idea of who was joining them - only one person had unlimited access to his Floo.

He gripped his hands tighter on Ginny’s head, refusing to let her move. “Did I tell you to stop, whore?” he growled.

Ginny looked up at him in horror - she couldn’t believe that he wanted them to be discovered like this. Understanding the confusion in her face, Snape just smirked.

“That is your place now,” he said. “On your knees, with my cock in your mouth.” To further illustrate his point, Snape gave a forceful thrust, burying his length deep in Ginny’s throat.

“You will remain there, until I wish otherwise. Understand?”

Ginny nodded slowly, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. She returned her focus to the cock in her mouth, trying her hardest to ignore the figure she could see emerging from the fireplace.