An Unusual Punishment for Hermione

Snape felt his cock stirring. He had been fighting the feeling for a few minutes now and continued to concentrate hard. Hermione let out a little whimper of pain as his hand smacked down on her naked bum and he lost concentration for a second. His cock sprang to attention and Hermione gasped. He had intended to use the belt whilst she was laid over his knee, but that was seeming a less and less wise idea. He would have to stop this and move her before he lost focus again.

Hermione felt his cock press against her and gasped loudly. Oh Merlin, she wanted it. She would give anything right now to take it in her hands and stroke it up and down and up and down. She would slide herself backwards so that her mouth was level with his crotch. Then slowly undo his trousers, reach inside and gently give it the freedom he so obviously craved. Maybe she would just kiss the end a little. Maybe slide it softly into her warm mouth and run her tongue round and round. Hermione was lost in her world of dreams for a minute. Then the spanking stopped and the rear of her shorts was pulled back into place.

“Stand up Miss Granger,” he drawled.
Hermione stood up and helped her skirt to fall back into place. She looked up, blushing. Merlin, he was sexy. Why had she not noticed this before?
“Remove the skirt and place it on that chair,” Snape ordered pointing to a chair at the side of the room.
Hermione turned her back on Snape and slowly undid her skirt. She pulled it down over her legs, making sure to bend over slightly to give Snape the best view possible of her arse. When she turned back around, he had stood up. Her eyes drifted down towards his crotch. His trousers were being forced out in a tent, which was pointing towards her, screaming at her to touch it. She lifted her eyes to his face again and noticed that he was looking flushed now.
“Face the desk,” he ordered.
She turned to the desk and he came around behind her. His hands went to her hips and grasped the waistband of her shorts again. This time, he drew her panties down over her bottom properly until they were hanging on her knees, just above her socks. She heard him walk away again.

Her lovely panties. Fuck, she was so wet. He could see the wet patch on the crotch and a streak of wetness coming from her had stuck to them as he pulled them down. He could do it if he wanted. Bend her over and stick his cock into that warm, wet centre that was calling out to him. Not yet. No, not ever. He couldn’t. She was his student. But she was there by choice. She was nearly nineteen. Snape reached for the belt.

She saw him take the belt from the desk. Rather than crying, as she thought she should be, Hermione licked her lips with anticipation. This couldn’t be how Snape had intended the detention to go. This was strangely enjoyable. Her bum was hot and stinging. But it felt good. In fact it felt superb. It felt sexy. Oh fuck, she felt sexy. She stretched over the desk before he asked, stood on her tiptoes and pointed her stretched arse up in the air, wiggling it to get comfortable.

He was about to open his mouth to tell her to bend when she did it on her own. Her smooth, sexy arse sticking up in the air. He licked his lips and raised the belt.