The Dark Gryffindor

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Chapter Twenty-nine: Spanking the Shrew


At first light streaming into the narrow tiny window, Snape woke and with a groan remembered all that happened yesterday.

With a start he sprung out of bed and grabbed his robes putting them on unusually fast. Valerie stirred under the covers and peeked at him, timidly.

“It’s morning already? I better go and get ready for class, professor,” she mumbled sleepily and forced herself to sit up. She yawned.

“No,” and Snape accioed over a small tin of bread and a jar of jam and said, “Here. That’s all I have.”

Valerie grumbled, “Why can’t I go down to the Great Hall?”

“Because of the damage you’ve done. Now it’s my job to inspect it and you don’t need to be a part of it. The whole school is surely going to hear it was you, Valerie…But not from me – but Filch.”

Valerie hadn’t realized this and she felt a surge of dread. But still she thought it best for her to go and it would be in a way a punishment to face the music.

“But I’ll look like a coward not showing up! Everyone is gonna’ know I took part…”

“Cowardice? No. Think of it this way, you are patiently, eagerly awaiting more retribution from me when I return. Now that should take courage!”

Valerie looking glum as she stared at the meager rations he left on a table and rolled her eyes. ‘His retribution’! Scoffed Valerie in her head.

She looked him in the eyes and said stiffly, “I’m not that scared of being spanked, sir.”

“Well, perhaps you should be,” he commented with an ominous mysteriousness, and then busied himself putting on his boots. And once done he was fully dressed.

Snape commented standing over the bed, “If I had known I would have told Filch to remove the banners…I certainly hope he did so and you had better hope it for your own sake!”

And still, very angry Snape slammed the door behind him and he was gone. He wasn’t only angry at Valerie, but the prospect of himself facing the school and his own fear that they may still be disorderly and unruly was making him dread breakfast in the Great Hall.

Valerie whiled away the time, looking through Snape’s drawers from curiosity, but not daring to change the way anything was arranged. She had not much of an appetite, as she was still mulling over the reed he had inserted into her last night. That had been so painful and he wasn’t even done yet! Thankfully, she didn’t have to go the lavatory and experience anymore pain from the burns.

*
Snape returned from breakfast and was now in a slightly better mood. The time in the Great Hall had not been as bad as he expected. Plus his authority as headmaster had not been tested. Yesterday appeared to just be an anomaly, one that hopefully wouldn’t happen again. He had already spoken with the Dumbledore portrait about it. Dumbledore had given Snape some advice on preventing more mass violence. He had also chastised Snape for showing too much favoritism towards the Slytherins, and tried to make Snape see that that was part of the origin of the riot.

As soon as he entered Snape stopped. In a ringing but deep voice, he called, “Valerie?”

He heard her answer from above in a small, scared voice, “Yes, sir?”

A few seconds passed and he heard the door open and then she was standing at the foot of the stairs. Snape, from below, motioned at her to approach.

Valerie trooped down the stairs, without looking down, holding the railing, and she smiled nervously at Snape. He did not return her smile.

Together at the desk, Valerie remained standing until Snape said, “Sit down for the time being.”

“Thank-you,” said Valerie humbly, knowing soon she would in a much less dignified position. Valerie looked towards her right where something was glinting in the sunlight, streaming through the part between the curtains. It was that photograph of Lily; the smiling redheaded young woman’s face was shining. Valerie frowned darkly at it. She was really getting tired of his fixation with Lily Potter and she had never really complained about it. But now was certainly not the time.

Snape didn’t see this. He was shuffling through his appointment book, and checking everything was ready for the work he had planned for today.

“What class are you supposed to be in as of now, Valerie?”

“Double potions, and then I have a short break. Then later today I have charms before lunch. Is this going to take a long time?”

“I just wrote down for the record book that you are in detention for vandalism, and also for the insolence you conveyed last night towards the headmaster. You will be serving detention with me. If necessary to set thing straight with you, I will keep you here all day if I must.”

“What about my N.E.W.T.s! Sir?!” she whined.

“Then work a little harder and put more effort in your studies. Yesterday, was an example of one of the worst things a student has ever done against the school. Tearing up the banners!”

“I know! I suppose, yes I apologize…”

“You apologize?” he sneered. “The banners have proved impossible to restore. They are completely destroyed. Creating new ones will take a great deal of effort to reproduce the magic that gave them their quality.”

Valerie trembled and asked in a small voice, “What happened in the Great Hall just now, sir?”

“The Gryffindors were congratulating themselves as if it was a job well done. As it is only the headmaster who holds the power to control the banners, it turns out Mr. Filch was unable to remove them last night! However, I was able to contain them from visible viewing with a clap of the hands…” and Snape boomed, “Meanwhile, Gryffindors managed to steal the tattered halves on the floor to keep like trophies. Since they weren’t showing them off, and I do not know who exactly has taken them, I decided not to make a fuss. It would only draw more attention to instability and the dangerous resistance to my regime!”

“Your regime as you call it quite frankly sucks, sir,” said Valerie being brazenly honest. “It does! Take a look at yourself! You’re practically a tyrant.”

Snape hissed, and a vein pulsated on his forehead. He had become raging again. Yet he spoke with deadly control, “If I dare hear you criticize my tenure as headmaster ever again …you will be very sorry indeed. Even more so then you will be in a moment.”

Valerie crossed her arms and slumped in her seat. Snape meanwhile, didn’t know what to do to make her stop seeing him like that. He hated this truth about himself even more because it was coming from someone he loved!

“Dumbledore gave me advice should such a crisis or other calamity break out again,” and Snape asked condescendingly, “Are you credited with any power whatsoever to advise the head of Hogwarts?”

“No, sir. Because I’m a student. But I’m also your-“

“I know what you are also, Valerie. You do mean a great deal to me, but you will never tell me how to perform my job….”

A long silence passed between them. “There is one more thing I need to ask you, sir. B-before I’m- I’m, you know…”

“What is it?” said Snape, his tone surprisingly mild.

“Please tell me if anyone knows that Ginny and Neville were involved too? And- and does the whole school, the entire school know I got caught?”

“Self-centered aren’t we? Yes. The whole school knows. In fact, I witnessed Mr. Malfoy having animated conversations about your deed. It spread through the hall like wildfire.”

“Oh…” said Valerie and she turned pale. She really didn’t like to be the subject of such extreme attention and certainly the Slytherins and the Carrows would be after her even more now!

“Now that I have explained what a serious consequence your idea of revenge created, as well as your egregious attitude with me, it is time to continue the next phase of your punishment.”

Valerie nodded and rose, feet treading heavily as she walked around the desk to stand over at his side. She waited and watched as Snape unbuttoned his cuff links and rolled up the sleeves of his robes, pushing them up past his forearms. It was his right hand, the hand that would deliver the pain. It was so fleshy and smooth. He really had a handsome hand.

Without thinking, she couldn’t help but tenderly reach for it. She caressed his hand with both of her own.

After a moment of her squeezing his hand in anticipation Snape noted plaintively, “I won’t hold your hand for this.” He was not mad she was holding his hand. He let her, put his hand against her facial cheeks longingly. He liked that she already wanting to be comforted for the painful, but fair ordeal he would put her through. It made him feel good.

Grimacing with anticipation, she let go, and bent herself gingerly across his lap.

“A traditional spanking is in order little girl,” he said with some amusement.

She argued vehemently, “I’m not a little girl!”

“To me, you certainly acted like a silly, naughty schoolgirl! Do I need to explain what you’ve done again?!”

“No you don’t! But you act like a little boy…the way you always favour your Slytherins!,” she ranted.

Snape caught his breath surprised. “And that – that earns you a much longer spanking than I originally had in mind…I am going to make you learn respect. You will write me an essay afterwards on why what I did yesterday were the right decisions!”

“But – But Professor!”

“Exactly. I am still your teacher. As well as the bloody headmaster of Hogwarts and you will do it exactly as I say.”

She didn’t answer. He wanted a direct answer. He prompted, “Well?”

“Yes, sir,” she said solemnly. She felt very small, and the soaring sensation of powerlessness that she enjoyed in this situation. The last time he spanked her had been awhile ago, a couple of months ago in fact.

Finally, it was quiet. Snape maneuvered her into a slightly better position across his knees. And with one hand he went for the hem of her pink dresssing gown. Slowly he lifted it, almost too slowly. Valerie could feel the fabric brushing past the back of her legs, until finally her knickers were visible. Painfully slow, Snape pulled the undergarment down to her knees.

“Now – let’s see how red I can make this today, shan’t we?”

Valerie’s mouth escaped a tiny chuckling. Next Snape took Valerie’s arms currently, with palms resting flat on the floor. He put her arms behind her, resting at the small of her back, near her two quivering lobes.

Snape clapped his hands lightly, as if expelling dust. Then massaged his right hand for a moment with his left, getting primed for the job. He wouldn’t be so into it if it hadn’t come under a circumstance where a whole group of people made him so angry, and then Valerie had done more to make him angry and he felt he was getting some kind of sweet revenge. He wanted to enjoy every minute of this.

Then he placed his left hand under her waist and curled it over her hands. For he knew the surprising shock he had in mind for her, and didn’t want her hands invading the space.

Finally after a second, he raised his right hand and down rained the first smack. Valerie caught her breath, shocked. It was as light as a feather, well not quite, but it was painless.

For a minute he continued spanking again and again, but very lightly.

“I thought this was a punishment, sir? Not a fun spanking. This feels good…Oh!”

Snape smiled, but she of course could not see. He stopped the spanking.

Reaching under with his hand, he found her clit. His palm hooked around her vagina, the heel of his hand at the end of her sex, and he rubbed. It was nice and warm, revved up for penetration.

He continued to rub and listened to her breathing change to constant sighs of ecstasy escaping her.

“Oh…This is so good! AH! Thank-you!”

Finally, Snape was irritated a little again. “No need to thank me. I haven’t really begun the spanking.”

“Yes, you did. You practically finished!” argued Valerie.

“No. I fooled you, just like I hoped. You’re a conniving little Gryffindor, and of course me being much more cunning as a Slytherin, I could pull off such a silly ruse. Ha!”

Valerie moaned longingly, “I was so close to orgasm…” as Snape removed his hand from her cunt. She realized he had lulled her into a false sense of security.

SMACK! His hand continued with very quick succession and force. She could feel her buttocks growing warmer. She felt she could withstand it though. Until-

“OH! OH! What is it?” The inside of her buttocks was zinging, vibrating like miniscule electric shocks. It vibrated her whole core unnaturally, so that its sting reverberated into her vagina.

Not stopping the hard spanking, and the loud sound of her flesh being smacked, Snape answered her query. “This is repercussions I knew the reed would have. The magical fire that burned you has an electric current. A minor one. But terribly annoying isn’t it?”

“Please, sir! It hurts…OH! OH!”

It was cruel and sadistic, but Snape ignored her crying. Her crying got louder after another few minutes. She sounded more like a small child now getting a spanking than a young woman who didn’t mind the procedure.

“I wish you would stop…I’m ready to be respectful I know I was wrong…OH!” She stopped talking and sobbed loudly, tears all over her face and she needed a tissue to blow her nose. But Snape wasn’t looking at her face of course.

In retaliation, something to do, Valerie threw up the shins of her legs and waved them desperately as the agonizing shock continued. The vibration had built up slightly and was spreading to her whole body, until it throbbed, twitching all her muscles with the tiny shocks.

“No. We can’t have that,” said Snape. He stopped spanking for a moment, and Valerie continued to cry, but less loudly…

Snape took out his wand from his hip at his pocket.

“Incarcerous,” and little ropes bound Valerie’s shins together, but not too tightly. He felt he had no choice but to do this, however degrading it was to hog tie her.

Snape raised his arm again and continued with the rapid-fire spanking. He made sure to hit her sit-spot the most, and everything was gradually turning a shade of blushing red.

“I will not tolerate your cheek, girl. What you said last night was inappropriate. Those names: “greasy git’ and such demonstrate a lack of respect. And then I heard you actually supported the others in saying phrases like “Fuck Snape’! I am disappointed…” Snape really was disappointed. Before she did that, he was planning on telling her she could start calling him ‘Severus’ regularly. But certainly not now when she didn’t respect him! He couldn’t trust her.

Valerie was sobbing more quietly now. She was getting used to the constant shocking sensations, along with her increasingly sore derriere.

She stammered despondently, “I know…Sir, I-I won’t l-lose control ever again and say things like that. Please…”

But Snape continued the spanking, determined to make it so she would have difficulty sitting for the rest of the day. Valerie continued to cry quietly, so many tears falling from her eyes, she couldn’t see the floor she had been staring at all along.

She began flexing the lobes. She noticed suddenly with a surge of hope that the vibrating sensation was reduced when she did this, however it remained as an annoying tickle in her hole. One she couldn’t itch, so she was forced to switching tactics constantly.

Finally, Snape ended the spanking. Valerie was smart enough not to speak until given permission. She sniffled quietly and waited. Hoping this wasn’t another cruel ploy he was using.

Snape looked down at her buttocks. She was flexing her lobes so they were stretched taut. He almost laughed when he noticed her cheeks looked exactly like a cute little curvy heart, caused by her flexing them, and him viewing it from that angle perched over the edge of his lap. It did look like a heart with colours of a deep mauve and red.

He took out his wand again. He concentrated performing several spells aiming at her bottom. Valerie felt something new inside her, hot and trickling. She hoped he was done. It had been a very hard spanking to endure afterall.

Gently he pulled her underwear back on, and he turned her body over. In one smooth motion, he set her on her feet, dressing gown cascading back around her ankles. Valerie felt relief, not knowing he would finally let her stand then. She leaned against the edge of his desk her bum hurting slightly, as it stayed pressed against the edge of the table.

Snape saw her face was stained with tears. He felt a pang of frustrated pity. Normally, he wouldn’t give such a long, hard spanking, not if she was crying so hard. But this time it was necessary for all that happened and for all she did. If it hadn’t been for the burn’s reaction, Valerie wouldn’t have cried so much from his punishing hand.

Ashamed, Valerie tried to brush the tears from her eyes as Snape scrutinized her tear-stained face. He extracted the only tissue he had in his pocket.

“There – there now. It’s over and I healed the burns from the reed,” he said soothingly. He held her between his knees, where she stood between his parted legs, his hands firmly on her hips, fingers curling around her waist.

Valerie put her hand on Snape’s shoulder as she leaned against the desk nearer his lower eye level. ‘Thank-you professor. I think I can see now that maybe I - and the rest of Gryffindor house was wrong. I-“

“Shh…We have to get on with the task you’ll perform for detention. Your essay.”

“Yes, sir. I know,” said Valerie straightening her posture. She was suddenly eager to please him and make him proud of her.

“One roll of parchment. One short piece on why Headmaster Snape deserves the respect he demands and what it means to show respect….”

Unexpectedly, Snape reached for something on his desk. It was a potion glass. “As you write…You will sip the contents of this. It is innocuous with only minor effects. However, its purpose is to wash out a dirty mouth. After you write your essay, you will memorize it so that you may recite it to me like a good girl.”

“Yes, headmaster. I’ll be good for now on.”

“One roll of parchment. I better not find it as mediocre. You will sit across from me as I work. Until you are ready, not a word from your mouth.”

Valerie nodded hard. Then she brushed past his knees, and went to start. A blank piece of white parchment was already waiting for her, a feathered quill and pot of ink specially laid out beside it for her.

Snape placed the potion back on the large desk and returned to his own work, not even glancing at her.

Valerie put the quill in her hand and scratched out the date. Then she set the quill down thinking hard, chin in hand. She wanted it to be perfect. With a slight start, she remembered she must take sips of the potion.

She put the bottle in her hand and looked in. She saw dead slimy worms that were stuck to the inner sides of the glass. It was probably an ingredient for it.

She took a small sip. It had a disgusting, rancid taste. She swallowed and only felt the potion settle and change almost nothing inside her, except a persistent taste on every taste bud. It had its purpose and it certainly wasn’t cruel.

It felt very pleasant to be passing the time with him. Intermittently, throughout, Valerie squirmed on the hard wooden seat, bottom aching from the well-deserved punishment. But now being with him was peaceful and after awhile Valerie felt some of the language she wanted to use flow through her mind and onto the parchment.

*

After nearly three hours, in which Valerie hesitated wondering if she should go forward with her essay, fearing he wouldn’t be satisfied. It wasn’t really very neatly organized but at least she memorized the wonderful compliments she wrote in it.

“I’m ready to ready to recite my essay professor,” she announced.

Snape held out his hand and she gave him the parchment. He did not look at it but waited with a look of curious expectancy for her to speak first.

“’Severus Snape: The Greatest Man I know’,” spoke Valerie slowly, reading the title. She paused for his reaction and saw a thin smile trace his lips. He was already pleased!

So Valerie, head held high, spoke of Snape with the highest regard. About how he was the bravest headmaster Hogwarts had probably ever seen, considering what he does, and that he deserved nothing but respect. She also explained why from what it must feel like to be Snape he had not been wrong with yesterday’s Quidditch match.

“In conclusion, Professor Snape stands up to things even though it might not always be the popular choice. Headmaster Snape may not be a popular headmaster but he is always right and I have the greatest affection for him and the deepest respect despite being a Slytherin. I will keep these words in my heart until the day I die. He is a hero.”

“Well thank-you, Valerie for considering my the greatest head Hogwarts has ever had….But I consider that my predecessor, Albus Dumbledore.”

And Snape looked down at her piece of parchment and smiled when he noticed all the blobs of ink. It was from when she paused in her writing and had proceeded doodling cute little hearts. He folded the parchment and placed it in one of his drawers.

“The punishment is over. You’re free to go to your afternoon classes. But I think I better put you under the disillusionment charm first.”

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