Punishment for Gryffindor

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Snape wanted to have sex with her really badly, but he wondered if Hermione was going to be up for it. He felt like a coward as he used the term ‘punishment’ to get closer to her body.

He wasn’t handsome, maybe even on the ugly side. But he had a great body, and he had a lot of sexuality in him. He didn’t know why, but some of the other teacher’s assistants tried to seduce him when they saw him in the Great Hall.

But he hasn’t had sex for a very long time. The last time he had sex was a disaster because the woman he slept with ended up never talking to him again. Later on he found out that she was telling her friends that he was too ‘cold’ when they had sex. And a little violent, so she felt used after they were finished.

Hermione sat in the bed, looking at him from below with her mini skirt.
She was hoping he was going to give her a ‘good fuck’ for this punishment, but he seemed like he had something else in mind.

Snape went in to the cupboard and got out a high stool with a hole in the middle. It was made out of plastic, and looked just like a normal stool except it was thicker with a hole in it.

Hermione got out of bed, and asked why she was getting this punishment.

Snape cleared his throat as he adjusted the stool in front of the chair, the same chair he sat when he speculated Hermione during the first punishment.

“You probably get this a lot,” he said as he turned to face her, “but you are quite proud in so many ways.”

Hermione nodded, understanding what he was talking about. She had a lot of confidence in her self, but she didn’t know how he can relate the punishment to that.
Besides, she wasn’t being THAT proud that day. With all of the punishments she got from him, it didn’t really seem necessary to knock her down a notch.

“Because of your pride, you made it quite hard for me to teach in class with your know-it-all attitude. I think today is a day to make you pay for it.”

Snape walked up to Hermione and pulled her off the bed. He pushed her body by the stool, and turned her around so she was facing it.
Slowly he put his hands around her waist, and whispered “Sit,” as he carried her off the floor.

Hermione was riding the stood now, legs wide. She had no idea what he was doing, but knew it was going to involve the stool.
The stool was so high from the ground that Hermione’s legs couldn’t touch the ground.

“Now let me explain to you,” hissed Snape as he got out a remote control from the cupboard. “This stool is not any ordinary stool, but you see the hole there?”
Hermione looked down, moving her self a little to see the hole on the stool that was right by her crotch.

“There is a small 4 inch pole that will come in and out of that hole. I have the control over this remote to make it go in and out as I please.”

Hermione gasped at the idea of her being fucked by a small pole. But than again, it was sort of like a vibrator and she already had some of that during class.

“The difference is,” he added, “I have lust salve on the pole. So you may feel a little annoyed with the short length of the pole.”
He said, as he walked behind Hermione to adjust her to the right position. He made sure that the hole was position exactly underneath her vagina.

Soon after Snape adjusted Hermione, he went back to the chair that was right in front of the her.

Hermione tried to say something, but soon was cut off by the professor.

“You want you to lose your pride, and beg for me as the pole goes in and out of you.”

With this, Hermione heard the switch go on.

She moaned heavily as the pole went and out of her. She could see Snape’s eyes glittering as he played with the remote, watching the witch jerk around with his control. She still had her clothes on, but her skirt was folded way up to her waist that everything was exposed.

“Now. Where is the pole entering right now? hmm?” Snape asked, licking his lips.

Hermione tried to reach the ground with her toes, but she remember that the stool was too high for her legs.

“Answer me. NOW.” Snape said, pushing the switch on the remote to increase the speed of the pole going in and out of her.

“It’s...” Hermione said, as she tried catching her breath, “It’s going in... my pussy....”

She said, whimpering as the speed increased.

Hermione didn’t know why she was dripping her self like she was urinating. Even a 4 inch pole shouldn’t be that effective. She concluded that it was because of the lust salve, but she knew that the professor being in front of her made a big difference.

“What kind of pussy is it?”

He said, watching her drip all over the stool as she moved her self up and down.

“My wet......wet pussy....”

She said, eyes wide with tears.

“What do you really want in your wet wet pussy?” He said as he increased the speed of the pole again.

“Ohh.....Oh... you....” Hermione said, not being able to end her sentence because of the pleasure that seized her body.

“Speak up Miss Granger. I can’t hear you!” Snape said, with the tone of authority that he used in class. Hermione loved his voice, and knew what she had to say.

“Your..... I really want yours professor.”
Snape smiled to him self, liking what he heard.
But wondered if she meant it.... Was it because of the lust salve?

“My what, Miss Granger?” He asked, standing up from the chair so he can stand next to her.

“Your cock... I WANT YOUR COCK!” She said as the pole hit a weird spot in side her.

Snape turned off the switch, knowing that the witch didn’t cum.
But he pulled her off the the stool carrying her to the bed.

They kissed so passionately, as Snape penetrated her lips with his tongue.
She played around with his tongue inside her, and pushed him back to catch her breath.

“Please professor...” She said, eyes watering as she pleaded. “I want you now. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”

Snape licked her neck as he pulled off her top, but soon stopped in his tracks.

‘Oh my god. I am about to have sex with a woman who is under the influence of the lust salve.”

He pulled back, as fast as he could. Hermione looked at him with surprise, and pleaded him not to stop.

“Professor! Why did you stop? Don’t you want me?”

Snape looked at her as he wiped off the sweat from his head. He could feel his swollen penis, trying to rip through his underwear.
But he didn’t want to have sex with some one who really didn’t find him attractive. Or at least, he thought she wasn’t.

“Miss Granger... I can’t take advantage of you. You are under the influence.”

Hermione felt her heart break in to pieces.

‘Snape doesn’t want me...’ She told her self. ‘he didn’t really care. It was just a stupid game for him.’

Hermione got out of the bed as picked her top off the floor.

“You are a sorry excuse for a man.” Hermione spat at him as she put her top back on. “You had to find a stupid excuse to tell me that you didn’t want to fuck me. Why don’t you just tell me you never fancied me.”

Snape was surprised by her reaction. All of the obedience was gone as she started to walk out of the door.
He stop her as soon as he can, grabbing her arm.

“You can’t be serious. I gave a proper reason.” He said, trying to calm her down.

“Don’t touch me.” She said as she pulled her arm out of his grip. “You deserve to be alone in here. You can’t even have sex with a girl. Are you even a man? hmm?
Let me tell you one thing, you don’t know how to handle a woman. You are pathetic, paltry...”

*Slap*

Before Hermione could finish her sentence, there was a shocking sound echoing through the bed room.
Snape had no idea why he done it, but he was so angry at the moment that it didn’t matter.

Hermione looked up, tears pouring down her red cheek, until it took her a second to realize that he slapped her.

She run out to the door as quickly as she can. Snape tried to stop her, but knew he wasn’t in a position to say anything.

Hermione turned around, sorrow in her eyes as she looked betrayed.

“I thought I loved you.” She said, walking out of the door. “But next time I will think twice about loving a man who will lay hands on me!” With this, she ran off to her room.

Snape looked down to his hand, regretting the crime he just committed.

‘She did love me.’ He thought to him self as he put his hands on the stool. “But I didn’t trust her... Oh my Gods, what have I done?’

He felt like he was about to vomit, knowing that he just lost something very special. So he fell on the cupboard to catch his breath.

To top off all of his angst, a pink bottle fell from the top of the cupboard. It dropped with a splash and pink liquid spilled on the floor.

It was the lust Salve that he forgot to put on the pole. Now he felt like a complete idiot.