A punch with unexpected consequences

Chapter Five – First Time

As soon as Hermione left the room, Snape opened his robes and trousers and pulled out his cock and began stroking himself. It took only a few minutes for him to orgasm after the show Miss Granger had given him. He really looked forward to the evening. Granger had looked delicious in her ecstasy, completely forgetting that he was there watching her fingerfucking herself.

With a flick of his wand Snape vanished the cum-streams of his trousers and then tucked himself back in. He slowly rose from his chair and made his way to his private chambers, he had a free period before his next class and decided to take a nap to be fully rested for his evening with Miss Granger.

He was still amazed that he had been able to trap Hermione Granger in this contract, to have her for the rest of this year for his sexual pleasure. He had lived nearly celibate for the past few years. It had been too dangerous to retain a relationship while spying on the Dark Lord. Even if it hadn’t been for the danger, he wouldn’t have had the time between teaching the dunderheads, spying on Voldemort and saving the Potter brats life constantly. He was lucky if he could make it once in a while to the brothel to expel the worst of his sexual frustration, but those visits were always rushed just a quick shag, before he had to return to his duties and never able to run free in his sexual preferences.

Having to serve two Masters for nearly half his life, Snape developed a strong urge to control things for a change. Having total control over another human being like he was controlled for so long was the only thing that gave him a sense of freedom. To force his will on another, to have their complete obedience and surrender, turned him on like nothing else. To see a woman suffering the pain he inflicted, seeing the proof of his punishments like Miss Grangers abused arse today, was his aphrodisiac. If the woman enjoyed it too, the better, but it was not necessary for his enjoyment as long as she was at his mercy.

Now that Voldemort was dead he was free of his spying duties and looking out for the Potter brat. No more calls in the middle of the night to any Death Eater meetings, no more hours of torture to endure for his inability to deliver the Boy-who-lived. Now he had only Dumbledore to answer to. He was the kinder Master of the two for sure, but he still was Snapes Master, he still owed Dumbledore for taking him in after he saw the error of his ways. He wasn’t cruel in the way Voldemort was, but he still controlled Snapes life to a certain degree. His orders were masked in gentle requests rather than demands and certainly nothing illegal or dangerous anymore since Voldemorts demise, more like having to attend any numbers of stupid Ministry functions and school events and such nonsense.

Ever since the first victory celebration Dumbledore had nagged him to enjoy his life and get himself a nice ladyfriend now that the danger of Voldemort was vanquished, that he had earned himself some happiness. Well, he would do as Dumbledore had suggested, he would enjoy the pleasures of a woman that was his own. Hermione Granger would be his reward for all the sacrifices he had made, she would repay him for the hours of torture he had suffered, for the years of suppressed sexual desire he had endured for the greater good. Yes, he had earned this much.

And how fitting that it was one of the Golden Trio to be his reward. They had benefitted the most from his tireless work. And maybe someday in the future he could rub it in McGonagalls face that he had defiled her little Gryffindor princess and take her down a notch or two. Dumbledore wouldn’t be too pleased about that revelation, too. And he could justify his actions by pointing out that it was Dumbledores idea in the first place. But that all was far in the future, for now he would rejoice in the secret knowledge that he would fuck the pride of Hogwarts at his convenience.

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Later that evening Hermione made her way down to Snapes office with mixed emotions. She was apprehensive about what he would do to her, he said there would be punishment for her hesitation to obey him. But she was also excited at the prospect that maybe he would fuck her tonight. As she had masturbated in his classroom earlier, she imagined he would drive his long hard cock into her, his hands massaging her breasts. She was so lost in the sensations and her imagination that she completely forgot that he was there with her in the same room, watching her every movement. She was mortified to hear his voice after her powerful climax, bringing her back to reality. She was ashamed of having fantasized about him, of her desire to be fucked by him, of being turned on by what he did to her.

At Snapes office door she hesitated, unsure of what to expect, unsure of what she wanted to happen. She felt wetness begin to pool between her thighs at the possibility that Snape would touch her there again as he had done briefly the night before. At that thought came the shame again for wanting him to touch her most intimate parts. Her hand trembled as she steeled herself to knock on the door. Whatever her feelings and desires she had no choice in the matter, it was all up to Snape. She took a deep breath and knocked.

“Enter,” came Snapes smooth reply.

Hermione entered his office and closed the door behind her, Snape sat behind his desk again and lazily waved his wand at the door to ward and silence it. After sheething his wand in his sleeve again, he turned his attention to Hermione, who uneasily shifted from one foot to the other.

“Undress, Miss Granger,” he drawled instead of a greeting.

Hermione slowly started to undress, afraid of more punishments, if she hesitated too long. She unclapsed her robes, shrugged out of them and carefully draped them over the chair in front of Snapes desk. Then she began to unbotton her blouse, sliding them of her shoulders and laying them on top of her robes. Next she pulled the zipper of her skirt and shimmied out of it too. She folded it on top of the rest of her clothing and stood in nothing but her bra, panties and shoes in front of Snape, who had watched her closely the entire time.

Hermione looked at him expectantly, unsure of what to do next, waiting for his next instructions.

“Continue, Miss Granger, I meant all of your clothes,” Snape snarled at her.

With trembling fingers Hermione unclasped her bra and added it to her pile of clothes, then she slipped out of her shoes and slowly began to lower her panties. As she dropped them, she stood in front of Snapes desk naked with her head bowed, not daring to look him in the eyes.

Snape took in the sight in front of him. She looked quite delicious in all her naked glory. Her skin was unblemished and looked soft, her breasts were full, the nipples puckered from the cool air in the dungeons, her tiny waist flaring out in feminine hips, her belly slightly rounded and in the apex of her womanly thighs a nest of chestnut brown curls. Her head bowed in a submissive manner added to her natural charms.

“Turn around, Miss Granger,” Snape instructed in a soft velvety voice.

As she stood with her back to him, Snape again admired his handiwork on her arse. It must have really hurt for her to sit today. He flicked his wand and the bruises vanished, her butt unblemished as the night before again. Hermione let out a soft sigh as she felt the bruises on her bum heal.

“Turn back again, Miss Granger,” came Snapes command. “Kneel on the floor, knees shoulders width apart, with your hands by your sides and your head bowed. You will stay like this and don’t move until I tell you otherwise. That is your punishment for your hesitation earlier today.”

Hermione knelt on the floor as instructed. The stone floor was cold and hard, she only hoped she wouldn’t have to stay like this for too long, her knees already ached after barely a minute of kneeling.

Snape watched her getting in position and then turned his attention back to the parchments on his desk, he had some marking to do tonight and Miss Granger would have to wait until he was finished. It would be a good lesson for her to learn that that was her place from now on with him, kneeling on the floor until her Master was ready to indulge in her.

Hermione heard his quill scratching over parchment. She couldn’t believe it, here she was totally naked kneeling on his hard office floor and he marked papers, completely ignoring her. The stone cut into her knees and her leg muscles began to ache from the unfamiliar position, but she daren’t move because she was sure he would register her movement in his peripheral vision. She tried to concentrate on something different, she began to list the ingredients and instructions for Polyjuice Potion in her head. After that she continued to recount every Potion she could remember, but it was getting harder to distract herself from the pain in her knees and muscles, waiting for Snape to acknowledge her once more. And what would he have her do next? Maybe he would demand fellatio of her again or maybe he would touch her clit again. At those thoughts Hermione felt herself becoming aroused again, perhaps he would really fuck her tonight, he had said he would fuck her whenever it pleased him, so she knew sooner or later he would so. She imagined his big cock driving into her opening again as she had done while masturbating in his classroom during lunchbreak for him. She felt the heat rising from between her thighs at these thoughts. The wetness began to run down her legs as she remembered him fucking her mouth brutally. Hermione spent the rest of her time kneeling on the floor fantasizing about all the ways her Poitions Master could fuck her, becoming more aroused by the minute and forgetting about her attempts to distract herself with academics.

After about an hour Snape finished marking and studied Miss Granger kneeling on the floor in front of his desk intently. His cock began to swell at the beautiful sight of the naked woman in this submissive position before him. His eyes wandered over her perfect body once again. Suddenly his eyes were glued to her legs as he noticed her glistening inner thighs. She had creamed herself while kneeling in front of him. His cock hardened instantly to full attention. This was getting bettter than he had anticipated, he would have fucked her in every event, but if being submissive turned her on it was even better. Getting aroused by a spanking was fairly common, but maybe she was a true submissive and maybe even a masochist. Time would tell.

“Come here, Miss Granger,” Snape purred at Hermione, startling her out of her fantasies.

Hermione tried to get up and stand, but her legs gave out under her and she fell crushing to the floor. Snape chuckled at her.

“I doubt your legs will carry at the moment, Miss Granger. You knelt nearly an hour in the same position. You will have to crawl like every good little pet, now come here.”

And Hermione crawled across the floor towards Snape, her head still bowed, she was acutely aware of the wetness between her thighs.

“Good girl,” Snape said with amusement in his voice, petting her head as she arrived at his feet. “Now open my pants and take my cock out.”

Hermione sat back on her haunches and undid the buttons on Snapes trousers and freed his long hardness from his confines, she unconsciously licked her lips at the sight before her.

Snape grabbed her suddenly under her arms and rising from his chair, hauled her up on his desk, he pushed her back to lie down on her back. Hermione yelped in surprise. Snape began to run his hands all over her body, reveling in the softness of her skin. He massaged her breast, caressed her belly, stroked her thighs gently and finally dipped a finger into her sopping folds. Hermione moaned appreciatively.

“You are dripping wet again, Miss Granger. What should I make of that? Are you turned on by your degradation? Do you like to be punished by me? Or are you just desperate to be fucked?” Snape asked in a soft voice, while he continued to caress Hermiones body with his hands.

A low moan was all the answer he got from the girl sprawled on his desk.

He pinched one of her nipples hard and she gasped at the sudden pain.

“Answer me, when I ask you a question,” he snapped at her.

“I-I-I don’t know, Sir,” Hermione stammered out.

“Well, we will find out in due time, won’t we? But you will thouroughly get fucked anyway.” And with that Snape jerked the witch to the edge of the desk by her hips and slammed his cock into her tight channel.

Hermione screamed at the sudden intrusion and reflexively tried to squirm away, but Snape held her fast.

“Yesss,” he hissed as her tight, wet heat surrounded him, he held still, savouring the feeling of being embedded for the first time in Hermione Granger.

Hermione slowly relaxed a bit and felt herself stretch around the girth of Snapes cock as the pain of his brutal penetration began to ebb away. But before she could get fully accustomed to him he withdrew and thrust back into her hard and Hermione screamed again as he hit bottom with his huge cock.

He began to set a rhythm with relative slow but hard, deep thrusts, pushing against her cervix every time. He growled satisfactorily deep in his throat as Hermione continued to shrieked as he pounded against her velvety walls. Soon her screams of pain were underlayed with pleasure from the exquisite feeling of being totally filled. Her legs wrapped around Snapes waist as if they had a mind of their own and she began to meet his thrusts by rising her hips up to his.

Snape increased his pace and jerked her hips more forcefully into his. “I knew you would love my cock buried in your tight little cunt. You couldn’t wait to be fucked, could you? You nearly got off just by sucking my cock. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you? A wanton whore, desperate for a good hard fucking. I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.” And with that Snape began to fuck her even harder, Hermione shrieking in pleasure at his ardour, enjoying and reveling in the pain of every powerful thrust into her, feeling her cervix shift by his force. She let go of herself, surrendering her body to the Potion Masters control. She felt the pressure in her lower belly built up and the first contractions of her impending orgasm.

“Yes, pet, yes, come for me. Milk my cock with your pussy,” Snape grunted his encouragment to her, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own climax neared. Then Hermione cried out her orgasm, her muscles clamping down on Snapes hard length, triggering his orgasm too and he spurted his seed into her tight heat.

As soon as he had spent himself completely Snape pulled out of Hermione and fell back into his chair, panting heavily. His eyes raked over the nubile young witch sprawled on his desk. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, making her tits bounce a little, her legs were still wide open, giving him a clear view of her pretty pink pussy, the lips swollen from his efforts and his semen slowly dripping out of her along with her own cum.

“That’s all for tonight, Miss Granger. Dress and get back to your dormitory,” Snape drawled at Hermione, rising from his seat and retreating to his private rooms through a door concealed by a bookshelf behind his chair.

In his rooms he went straight to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a brandy. Retiring in his favourite armchair in front of the fireplace, he contemplated the evening. He was rather satisfied. Hermione Granger had proven to be a quite good fuck, better than he had hoped, her pussy was deliciously tight and more important she was really wet, indicating that she probably was a masochist or in the least a natural submissive. That was promising, fucking was much more enjoyable with a responsive partner than a totally unwilling. And he had nearly a year to train her to his needs. Yes, he would certainly enjoy himself very much this year if this first fuck was anything to go by.



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