An Unusual Punishment for Hermione

Hermione stopped wriggling. Was that a gasp of appreciation she had heard? Did Snape actually like her knickers? Was he admiring her legs? She allowed her mind to wander. What if he was doing this for his own pleasure? Could the feelings she had be mutual? The ache in her stomach started again and travelled lower. She felt herself start to get wet between her legs. She wiggled herself a little, earning an extra hard spank and a “Keep still Miss Granger!” and positioned herself so that his muscular thigh was pressing against her intimate area, relieving a little of the tension. Her bum was becoming hotter and the tingle was turning to pain. But she didn’t want it to end. The spanking stopped again and she felt his hand on the waistband of her shorts.



Snape paused, but not for long. He had to see it properly. He had to see her gorgeous arse. He slowly slid the back of her shorts down over her bum. Oh Merlin it was beautiful. Soft and gently rounded. He could just make out the pink mark on each cheek where his spanks had landed. It looked like her bottom was blushing from the embarrassment. He ran his hand gently over each cheek and Hermione quivered slightly. They felt hot and so very, very smooth. He couldn’t wait to start spanking them again and make those faint pink marks a little darker.



Part of Hermione was mortified. She was lying with her bum in Professor Snape’s face, half naked and now more than a little sore. The other part of her couldn’t help but be excited. She was quite contented with her bottom, thank you very much. All that running around after dark wizards had given it some good toning. She knew boys found it rather attractive and hoped Severus did too. His hand stroked it gently.



“My, my Hermione,” he remarked “your bottom is starting to look a little uncomfortable. However, this punishment has barely started. It’s going to be a lot more painful before I’m finished.” And with that he started to spank her bare behind. The spanks were a little harder and a little faster now. The sound of a hand hitting unprotected skin echoed around the office. Hermione moaned. She remembered those long, supple fingers and the thought of what they were doing to her now just made her more wet. She could imagine her reddening cheeks wobbling slightly in response to each spank. Then a new sensation hit her. Something was pressing harder into the wetness. It couldn’t possibly be… could it?







I was going to wait till the morning, but I couldn't resist adding a little more now.