A punch with unexpected consequences

Chapter Four – Lunchbreak

Hermione slowly made her way back to Gryffindor Tower, pondering the events of the day. She was thoroughly confused.

First she thought her school career would be over after she had hit Snape accidently, then she was content even grateful that it would be just a year of supposed detention with him. She was prepared to suffer through everything he would throw at her to stay at school and graduate. Now she wasn’t sure anymore what to think, let alone what to do after she discovered what Snape had in store for her.

As the realization of what Snape intended to do with her and to her first hit her, quite literally, she decided to postpone every decision if her school career was worse this sacrifice to a later date and committed herself to suffer through this one evening at least before making another rash decision without thinking it through thouroughly. She had planned to examine her possibilities carefully and objectively.

There were several ways of action available to her, she supposed. She could go through with her promise and the contract, which would mean becoming Snapes possession and sex toy for the remainder of the school year and graduating in the end with hopefully very good grades. On the other hand she could refuse him, break the contract and consequentially be thrown out of school when he reported the incident. A third possibility would be to go directly to the headmaster and report everything herself, how she hit Snape, his threat of getting her expulsed and his unehtical behaviour against her. She guessed Snape would be fired for his actions. She wasn’t sure what her fate would be.

At the moment she just didn’t know what she wanted to do. She was outraged that he would take advantage of her in this way. She always had thought he was a good and honourable man, obviously she was wrong. How could he do this to her? She had trusted him, had defended him against Harry and Ron for years. He was sick to the core if he gained pleasure from humiliating, hurting and controlling her. But wasn’t she just as sick enjoying it? a small voice in the back of her head asked.

And there lay the source of Hermiones confusion. The spanking and Snapes domineering words had aroused her. She had enjoyed the feeling of him fucking her mouth, taking what he wanted of her, belittling her while she kneeled before him and shooting his seed down her throat.

But sex wasn’t supposed to be this way. Sex and sexual acts between two people should be based on a mutual feeling of attraction and respect at least. Hermione wasn’t so naïve to expect love to be the sole reason for sex between people. She was too intelligent and practical for such notions and personal experience taught her otherwise, too. She wasn’t a virgin by any means for quite some time now, even if she didn’t love the boy she had lost her virginity to, she had really liked him and he had liked and respected her. Surely it wasn’t the most stellar experience for Hermione, but she hadn’t expected it to be. And in her relationship of a few months with Ron the sex had improved, she even had given him a few blowjobs, but Ron had never fucked her mouth like Snape had done and it never had her turned on this way with Ron either.

And there she was again, the whole experience with Snape had her aroused like nothing before. She should be disgusted, she should be repulsed by what happened, maybe even have vomited on Snapes shoes, but not soaking her knickers just by remembering the events of tonight.

At last arriving in her Head Girl room, Hermione fell heavily on her bed, sighing loudly. She still didn’t know what she should do. After a few minutes she resolved it would be best to go to sleep and look at her dilemma after a restful night again. She started to shed her clothes to get ready for bed, as she removed her still damp knickers she was reminded of what happened to happened to get them in this state once again, of Snape spanking her relentlessly of him stroking her clit and teasing her opening afterwards, of him fucking her mouth ruthlessly, of his masculine smell and taste, of his voice harsh and demanding one moment and soft and smooth as silk the next. She could feel the wetness between her thighs again, her pussy pulsed in remembered pleasure. Hermione moaned. She lay down on her bed again, her hands wandering over her body. She had to touch herself, bring herself to orgasm, she didn’t care that Snape had forbidden her to touch herself, he wouldn’t know, it wouldn’t be the first time she lied to him. As her hand crept closer to her core, a roiling feeling started in her stomach, she ignored it at first, but as her hand touched her clit, it developed abruptly to nausea and Hermione jerked up, thinking she had to vomit, but as soon as her hand left her core, the feeling subsided.

Hermione fell back on her bed, wondering were the sudden bout of nausea came from and why it vanished just as suddenly. And then it hit her. The contract. A binding magical contract, Snape had said. At that time Hermione just thought that meant as much as a legal contract in the Muggle world, but now that she thhought about it, it was absolutely logical that in the magical world, there would be real magic involved with such things as contracts. Why should wizards and witches bother to go to court over broken, violated or unfulfilled contracts like Muggles, when they had magic to enforce said contracts from the beginning. Which brought Hermione to a new question regarding her situation, would she even be able to break the contract, should she make her decision in that regard?

She had some serious research to do the next day, Hermione decided, as she fell asleep at long last that night.

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The next day Hermione skipped breakfast in order to go to the library and research magical contracts. The results were clear. It was impossible to break a magical contract such as hers. If she tried to break it, she would be sick until she fulfilled the terms of the contract. That ruled out her option of telling the headmaster as Snape had demanded she didn’t speak about it, trying to tell the headmaster would violate the terms of the contract and thus she wouldn’t be able to talk to the headmaster in favour of vomiting all over the place.

She could try to deny Snape his wishes and thereby vomiting all over him, she assumed, but she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to be sick before she fell seriously ill and died of dehydration or was just too exhausted by vomiting to defy him. If she wanted to defy him in the first place, she still wasn’t sure on that point.

For the rest of the morning Hermione tried to concentrate on her classes and forget about her dilemma with Snape, what was nearly impossible to accomplish while she had to sit on hard wooden chairs with her bruised bum and knowing that she had Potions with Snape directly before lunch.

Snape observed her closely as Hermione made her way into the Potions classroom and carefully sat down in her chair. He grinned internally to himself at this prove of her obvious obedience to his order and rejoiced in the fact that her aching arse must have reminded her of the events of the night before and his control over her all morning. He watched her squirming in her chair and avoiding to look at him through the entire period of class. He wondered if she had attempted to masturbate last night despite his proscription. He would find out by the end of class, he decided for himself, his cock giving an interested twitch by the thoughts of what he would make her do.

“Two feet of parchment on the dangers of using chimaera blood in Potions by next week. Class dismissed,” Snape snarked by the end of period. “Miss Granger, stay behind.”

Hermione shifted uneasily in her chair, while her classmates filed out of the room and headed to lunch. When the last student had left, Snape quickly warded and silenced the door.

“Stand up and turn around, Miss Granger. I want to see, how much of an impression I made on you last night,” Snape commanded.

Hermione silently stood, turned around and lifted her robes and skirts above her back, seeing no point in denying him as he had seen her naked arse already the evening before. Snape rose from his desk and walked up to her, shoving her knickers down, he took a step back to admire her red, purple and blue bruised bum. He gently stroked over it, reveling in the knowledge that he had done this. His cock stiffened in his trousers.

“It hurts, doesn’t it, Miss Granger? I imagine sitting isn’t very comfortable at the moment, is it?” Snape drawled.

“No, sir,” Hermione responded truthfully.

“You may turn around again, now,” he said while walking back to his desk and sitting behind it once more. “Did you attempt to masturbate last night after leaving my office, Miss Granger?” he continued while staring intently into her eyes.

As Herrmione started to answer him in the negative, a bout of nausea began to roll over her and she had to take in a steadying breath.

“I would prefer the truth rather than having to witness you being sick in my classroom, Miss Granger,” Snape snapped at her.

“Yes, sir,” Hermione answered silently, staring at the floor.

“I suppose now you know better than disobeying my wishes. You cannot deny me, Miss Granger, it is impossible. Never the less, for every attempt of disobedience or reluctance to follow my orders, you will be punished.

“I intended to heal your arse as reward for following my orders, but now you will continue to suffer the pain for the rest of the day as your punishment.

“Now sit on your desk, hike up your skirt, open your blouse and spread your legs,” Snape commanded.

Hermione was torn. She didn’t know what she wanted more, defy Snape and sully his classroom with her vomit or just do as she was told and hopefully be fucked as she felt her juices start to flow once more at his orders. Another roll of oncoming sickness decided it for her, she didn’t like the feeling of being sick. She positioned herself on her worktable as commanded.

“That will be additional punishment for your reluctance to follow my instructions, Miss Granger. But that is not until later, for now, pleasure yourself. Touch your breasts and clit, whatever you like best. I want to watch you come,” Snapes voice was once again a silky purr by the end of his sentence. Hermione shivered.

She tentatively began to touch her breasts through her bra. She rubbed her nipples and teased the sensetive undersides. One of her hands slowly wandered down her belly, just brushing her mound, she caressed the insides of her thighs. The hand on her breast slipped inside her bra, pinching her nipple, she let out a low moan.

Snape watched her intensely, his cock tenting his trousers. “Push your bra down, let me see your tits, Miss Granger,” he whispered in a low voice.

Hermione pushed the cups of her bra down and pulled her breasts out, her fingers teasing her hardened nipples. The hand on her thighs crept up to her core, stroking over her knicker covered clit, Hermione gasped, her head falling back, she arched into her touch. Shoving her knickers to one side, she ran her fingers through her folds, one digit dipping into her opening.

Snape stared transfixed as Hermiones finger dissappeared between her swollen lips into her channel. His breath became shorter as Hermione abandoned her breasts to lean back on her hand and started to fingerfuck herself. She arched her back, thereby pushing out her tits and moaning louder as she added a second finger to her efforts. As Hermione sped up her movements, her hips thrusting to meet her fingers, her breasts bouncing rhythmically, moaning and gasping constantly louder, Snape shifted in his seat, his rock hard cock becoming uncomfartable in his restraints.

Suddenly Hermione cried out and her body stiffened as she climaxed powerfully. She shuddered, lay back on the desk and let out a contented sigh as her orgasm faded, her fingers still buried in her cunt.

“Very nice, Miss Granger. You may cover yourself again.” Hermione jerked up, staring wildly at Snape. In her ectasy she had completely forgotten where and with whom she were. She blushed beetred and quickly covered herself up.

“You may go now, Miss Granger, but make sure to be back at my office at eight o’clock tonight. You wouldn’t want to add to your punishment by being late,” Snape sneered.

Hermione grabbed her bag and hurried out of the room and to her next class, barely arriving in time.



A/N: Here you go, hope you enjoyed it. Many thanks to all my reviewers. I appreciate your support greatly!!