Dangerous Escapism

Chapter 5

During the previous minutes, Snape had been less aware of his own agonizing condition than he had been when he was alone. In truth, he was fascinated by the spectacle of two women making love to one another - it hadn't been something he'd allowed himself when he had previously had the opportunity. It was very diverting to order them in his teacher voice to do wicked, depraved things, and even more so to drawl insouciant commands that sounded like requests (chuckle) as if he was in the company of two eager and willing companions.

Actually, this little escapade was working out far better than Snape had ever imagined. Something, whether it was survival instinct or an heretofore-untapped Gryffindor-esque laissez-faire, had allowed him to enjoy this interlude completely in the moment, free of his usual layers of guilt and worry. A little voice said to him "You can think about it tomorrow." So, he happily abandoned himself to the pleasures he had orchestrated, and with a note to his hips to stop grinding, returned to his pretty scene.

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Fleur stood before the fire, completely nude, with her left leg bent slightly at the knee. She stared unwaveringly at Hermione Granger, on her knees in front of her friend, looking up as she settled herself for her work. "Turn a little to your left, Fleur, and to your right, Granger. Just there. Touch your breasts, Miss Delacour. Caress them."

Severus Snape almost died watching the spectacle before him. In his mind's eye, he imagined himself in each of their places, alternately giving pleasure and receiving it. He could easily imagine himself instead of Granger, with his hands caressing Fleur's buttocks, easing his fingers closer to her nether bud, while looking up at Fleur stroking and teasing her own nipples in anticipation of ecstasy. He imagined himself standing over Hermione, feeling her face brush and nuzzle his thatch of hair, snuffling and exploring him, her hot breath a promise of soft, wet pleasure.

"Fleur, touch her hair. Miss Granger, taste her." Fleur was already so aroused, Hermione was bringing her close to orgasm without a word being spoken. Snape murmured just in time "Not too quickly, Hermione. Make it last...", before she could unwittingly send the French girl over the edge.

Hermione had her eyes closed as she knelt in front of her friend. She was holding Fleur by the hips, had her face buried in her pussy, and was licking her with long, slow strokes with a little swirl over Fleur's clit. The French girl was so overwhelmed by the sensations that she had to reach back and hold the mantelpiece to keep from falling over. Snape thought that if he had been born a kinder man, he would have told her to lie down. But then, he wouldn't get to see Granger kneel.

Delacour was surprisingly vocal in her ecstasy, and Snape took a second to weave a silencing spell over the room. With amusement. Resting his elegant hands resolutely on the armrests of his chair, Snape observed Fleur's ecstatic throes with glittering, hooded eyes. A sheen of sweat covered his bare chest and forehead, and his arousal was so acute that the smell of it exuded from his pores.

Fleur was crying, crying for release. "Please, oh please, let me come. Oh, I'm so close. Oh...Aaah..." Her sweet hands were tangled in Hermione's hair, stroking her head as Fleur tried to press herself harder into Hermione's mouth. Her breasts waved gently back and forth and her hips bucked so violently that she almost yanked herself out of Granger's grip. Mostly for the fun of saying it, although he could have stood a little more entertainment, Snape said "Alright Granger, put her out of her misery." Instantly, Fleur whispered "Just a little faster. Oh, oh there. Oh please. Don't stop. Don't STOP!!! I'm...coming."

Snape observed that Granger had a very unusual but successful technique at bringing her friend off, moving in slow, soft strokes with just a little extra attention to Fleur's nub. I wonder if it is practice or instinct that informs her actions, or perhaps it is simply what she likes to have done to her? Thinking that it would be enjoyable to find out, he filed the information for future retrieval. As Fleur's convulsions eased, Granger began lapping her juices exactly as instructed, moans of pleasure escaping from her busy mouth even as Fleur's cries died down.

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Finally, Fleur succumbed to her weakened state and sank to her knees and into Granger's embrace. The two girls languorously kissed and nuzzled each other, tenderly caressing each other's arms. The warmth of the fire had begun to suffuse the dungeon room, heightening the smells of perfume and sex. Snape unconsciously mimicked the caresses of the students, stroking his chair's worn velvet coverlet with firm, circular motions. As he had done so often in class, he was silently observing a scenario which perturbed him, winding himself up to bark orders.

"Delacour! Get that filthy thing off Granger. Not the garter. And then spank her for corrupting you with her tongue."

II

Turnabout is fair play... Snape thought as he regarded his two charges speculatively.

Still kneeling and facing each other, Fleur slid her hands around Hermione's back and began to unfasten her corset. Hermione stared, immobile, into the other girl's eyes and appeared to be holding her breath. With anticipation? Snape thought. Sensing her power, Fleur made her movements more deliberate, seductive, and authoritative. Of her own volition she started to caress Hermione's breasts and stomach through the stiff black lace, and briefly took hold of the younger girl's hips to grind her own against them in a provocative, almost masculine gesture.

Granger's eyes took on the glazed look of a morphine addict, and she began to make guttural, animal noises deep in her throat. To Snape's glee and amazement, the French girl took charge entirely, in a manner he would never have ascribed to her. Fleur had her right hand behind Granger's back, forcing the younger girl's pelvis against her own. Her left hand was clamped on Granger's right breast, squeezing it forcefully and pressing Hermione's upper body back, arching it seductively in a position of helplessness and submission. Rocking Hermione's shoulders and pelvis backwards and forwards, Fleur nipped and snapped at her young tutor's neck and shoulders, like a stallion with a mare. During this whole interlude, Granger's arms lay passively at her sides, swaying back and forth with the movement of her shoulders.

"Get that thing off her. NOW." Snape growled. The current interaction was just a little too much like what he wanted to do to both of them, and he was anxious for them to move on before his self-restraint gave way and he found himself adolescently shagging them both on the floor. Fleur artfully unfastened the last of the clasps one-handed, and reached down to remove Hermione's g-string. Unfortunately, Hermione's bucking hips and the garter fastened over-top made it impossible to get off her, so Snape made it disappear with a wave of his wand.

"Spank her." Fleur pulled Hermione down over her thighs, with her bottom mostly facing Snape, and started to smack her with considerable force and a most rewarding sound. Granger groaned and wriggled with each blow, and appeared to be rubbing her thighs together as best she could in her awkward and restrained position. "Is she wet?" Snape asked in what he had intended to be a snarl but which came out as a ragged whisper. After sliding two fingers between her thighs, Fleur nodded impassively. "Harder." Fleur now put her whole shoulder into her delivery, and Hermione was squirming like a puppy over the French girl's lap.

It wasn't as though she didn't deserve it - but Snape found that of all the outrageous and humiliating things that he could imagine being inflicted on his Most Irritating Student Ever, this was one that, in practice, gave him no pleasure. Why, he wasn't sure, but he didn't intend to pass the time in this room with these two lovelies watching the bored bashing the Muggleborn. "Enough."

"Delacour, you've been so cruel to our little Miss Granger. Now kiss and make up." When both girls got back up on their knees, Fleur kissed and licked all the tears off Hermione's face, and Snape was extremely aroused by his first glimpse of their bare breasts meeting under their locked lips. "Yes. Touch her gently, Miss Delacour, kiss her tears away. Aaahhh, yessss... Touch each other's hair. Unfasten it. Rub your nipples together, yesss. Does it feel good?"

"Mmmm." "Oh yes..." They said into each other's mouths as their perky boobs swayed gently into each other.

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They really were a beautiful pair. Kneeling and facing each other, they were as thorough and as sensual as he could wish, and if he didn't suspect that they were truly enjoying their time together, he would have allowed it to continue and appreciated the view.

"Miss Granger. You have done acceptable work today with Miss Delacour. However, it does not make up for the years of torment you have inflicted on me with your smug if average intellect, your bossiness, and your intolerably irritating friends. Look at me when I speak to you!" Instantly Hermione, who had been softly murmuring into Fleur's nape, turned on her knees towards her professor and snapped to attention.

In a voice dangerously low, Snape delivered his punishing cat-o'-nine-tails wrapped in bands of silk. "Miss Delacour, your instructions are to return the favour that Miss Granger did for you earlier. But..." He spoke quickly as Fleur practically shoved Hermione onto her back and positioned herself between the younger girls knees. "...listen to me. Miss Granger, you are not allowed to climax. If Fleur gets you close, you are to push her away. Miss Delacour, tease her. I mean it. Granger, if you come in this room, I promise you that you will receive an F in potions. Retroactive to first year."

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A/N: Why do we all want to spank Hermione Granger? Maybe because she wants to be spanked!! And when did Snape start sounding exactly like the Sheriff of Nottingham?

And...I hope that the ghost of Margaret Mitchell doesn't haunt me for quoting her dahling Scarlett in such a blue story.

I owe much to Auror Borealis's different "Lessons" stories, as well as "Blank Slate", for instruction in the proper Hogwarts Spanking Technique (HST), as well as Granger's Likely Reaction to Spanking (GLRtS). I believe that the combination of moans and wriggles, as well as the well-documented physiological effects, are currently under review to be termed the Granger Spanking Syndrome (GSS), in a paper submitted to the All-England BDSM Board by Professor Severus Snape, Potions master, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I also realized that this story is reminiscent of the strip-tease scene in the James Cameron movie "True Lies" featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger and Jamie Lee Curtis. It's a kinda corny movie, but cute too. It's too complicated to get into, go rent the movie.