Those Feelings

Harry made his way towards the headmaster's door. He paused his hand in mid-air as he saw a sign on the door. "I am not available at this time. However, if it is an important issue, please feel free to speak to professor McGonagall who is acting in my space for the shortest time. I am truly sorry for the inconvenience caused." Signed: A. Dumbledoor Harry sighed to himself as he re-read the note. He knew the old man was quite busy and the letter was quite general. Not really relating to anyone specific. He walked down the stairs hoping that he could find somewhere where he could bury himself. Professor McGonagall was a wonderful woman but a little strict at times. Harry felt it best to wait until Dumbledoor returns. Besides, he didn't find it quite comforting for his business to be wandering from ear to ear. Harry then remembered he had to see Professor Snape in his office. He suddenly felt nervous. No, there shouldn't be anything nervous about seeing him, right? Maybe cleaning his stuff or writing lines not such a big deal? Harry breathed slowly trying to calm himself. But then again, he remembered the git had said he would discipline him and it sounded more than just his simple everyday punishment. To make matters worst, he was always expressionless. Sometimes, Harry wanted to smack that face into a more understandable one. He hated the fact that the man knew how to get on his nerves. Harry checked his time, realising he had an hour left. He then decided that he had better be there early and just get over with it. Whatever discipline the man wanted to give, probably wouldn't be that bad. Then again, he remembered the professor saying his 'road to discipline.' Harry didn't like this one bit. Harry paused at the professor's door. Words carved in styled old English handwriting on a small gold plaque , the name, 'P. Severus Snape.' Harry knew the 'P' meant Professor. It was quite common on other professor's doors. Harry lift a sweaty hand and knocked as loudly as he could. He heard no response. He knocked again. Still no response. He knocked again. A low growl was the response. In instinct, he quickly withdrew his hand from the door as he waited, irritated by the man's actions. The door opened with such force that got Harry quite startled. Not only was he startled by that, he was also startled at something else. Harry stared in shock. The man before him wasn't the man he saw some hours ago. There was no robes surrounding him, neither was his greasy hair flowing freely. Instead, he was clad in a white disheveled undershirt which highlighted his firm toned muscles. The black trousers and bare feet also went well with his body. His hair was tied in a low ponytail with one loose strand to the side, highlighting his expressionless face. Merlins.. Professor Snape was downright sexy. "Mr. Potter, are you planning on standing at my doorway or to be here for discipline?" Snape's eyes locked with Harry's before lifting an eyebrow. "S-sorry Sir." Harry nervously entered Snape's office which was exactly the same as he saw it some time ago when he had detention with him. The walls were all covered in brown while the ceiling was full white. A large table was centered between large and small sofas. On the side was placed his office desk with papers scattered from all angles. Candles glowed softly which lined on the walls neatly. Severus was quite an old fashioned man when it came to decorating his quarters. He didn't care for chandeliers or torches. Magical candles were quite okay with him. There were no windows in Snape's office and it always made Harry quite uneasy. He found it strange why the man didn't have at least one window. But, Severus always cast the cooling spell to keep himself or visitors from the heat. "You are quite early Mr. Potter. Care to explain why you're here one hour before your time?" Severus sat in his seat with hands folded. His features showed no emotions and Harry was becoming more irritated by it. He could not determine the man's next move. Harry's cheeks reddened at the sudden question, but he should've expected that from Professor Snape. "Er..um.. I-I thought that it was better to be early than late Sir." Nervousness and unexpected fear started to build itself in Harry. Why did he felt like this? What was he scared of? The man before him is the same git he always was. The difference was just his unusual appearance. What was the man trying to do? Severus made it all the more hard for Harry when a button loosened itself during Severus's slight move, revealing more toned muscles than it should. Harry was dying on the inside. He was fighting a battle which he knew he would lose if things keep going like this. Harry carefully wiped his sweaty palms in his robe, with eyes locked to the floor. Severus got to his feet obviously startled the young boy from his daze. He made his way towards the boy. Harry's heart sped up in anticipation. Of what? He had no idea. With an impassive face, he came closer to Potter and stood directly in front of him. "Where is my assignment that I gave you time to complete Mr. Potter?" Shit… . " I-I- I completely forgot about it Sir. I-I.." Harry was trying his best to remain calm from his constant trembling. The intensity was too much. He was at a lost for words. Severus suddenly grip the boy's robe hauling him closer. So close that their lips almost touched. Harry now knew he wanted this man. He felt every hot breath the man breathed on him. His scent was too intoxicating. Alcohol and peppermint mixed together gave one sexy man. Severus Snape. "You dare to step into my office without my assignment, Potter? How generally brave of you, knowing that I am about to teach you some discipline." Severus's voice drawled slowly with pool obsidian eyes glaring deeply into fearful green. Harry found the man's voice sexy. A deep drawling tone. He felt irritated and scared of himself. He wondered if the Professor was somehow doing this to him purposely. If so was the case, the Professor was surely winning. Severus lowered his head, placing his lips closer to the boy's ear. Harry's heart skipped a beat. He was so nervous from the sheer closeness, that his legs were not keeping up. It was the strength of Severus's firm grip on the boy's robe that made him not fall flatly to the floor. He snapped his eyes away from the man, and cast them desperately to the floor. He needed to get away from him. And fast. A nasty smirk escaped the Professor's lips. He knew exactly what was going on with the boy, but simply ignored his reaction. "Do you know what happens to students who disobey me Mr. Potter? I'm sure you do understand what truly happens. I am not an easy man. Not a man whom one should understand. Now, Mr. Potter, do you know what will happen to you hereafter?" Severus's grip became tighter, causing the boy to whimper. Harry's breath became ragged, breathing through slightly parted lips. He wanted to hold on to anything, even the man for support, but he found it quite hard. "N-no Sir." Harry breathed out quickly. Severus pulled away from the boy's ear, with dark eyes piercing Harry's fearful green. With no real emotions present on his face, he flung the boy towards one of his large sofa. Harry groaned when his head hit against something hard. He straightened himself quickly when he saw Severus walking towards him and folding his arms, as he stood directly before him again. Harry was now pissed and his face showed it quite well. He didn't care anymore. The man had surely made his patience snapped. "You're such a sick fuck! Why are you doing this to me!? The whole fucking school year, you keep treating me and my best friends like fucking garbage. All we do is try to do better, but you don't fucking see that! You don't care! Just give me what I'm supposed to do so I can fucking leave this place!" Harry gripped the sofa tightly, his anger rapidly increasing. Severus observed his every reaction, seemingly making a mental note of everything. "Five cursed words Mr. Potter. You surely are a bigger dunderhead than I thought. Adding to your punishment is something even most dunderheads wouldn't do." Severus's features remained calmed, never seemed fazed by the outburst. But Harry noted the dark look his eyes gave. He knew the man's patience could snap at anytime. "Strip." Severus ordered. "W-What?" Harry's eyes were now as wide as his own owl's. He had not just heard that. "I said strip." The tone left no room for arguments. Severus was now quite serious. His eyes bore into the boy's who by instinct, pull himself further into the sofa. "No fucking way! This is pedophilia! No-" Severus grabbed the boy's neck by force and pointed his wand on his chest. Harry froze in place, afraid of what might happened next. "If I should fucking repeat myself again Mr. Potter, mercy would not be granted. Do not try to test my patience, boy. Now strip!" Severus released the boy who now whimpered from the pain he felt in his neck. Harry was quite surprised at the language he used on him, considering how he was a man of discipline. But why on earth did he want him to strip? Harry nervously unbutton his robes. Intense obsidian eyes observed keenly. Harry felt miserable and uncomfortable, but it would be for his own good to just comply. But there was a small problem Harry had been trying to hide. His dick was quite hard from Severus's unusual appearance and his close proximity with him. Embarrassment washed over his cheeks as he took off his merino, revealing pale flesh which glowed in the soft light. Harry paused at the waist, carefully observing the professor who was studying the boy intensely. Harry lowered his eyes. Merlins, this man before him made his dick even harder. His own sick fuck of a professor was making him hard. Harry thought himself sick too. His own body was betraying his mind. Unwilling hands slowly unzipped his pants. He then pulled them down, carefully placing them aside his other garments. He skillfully placed sweaty palms over his erect cock in his boxers, intending not to remove the last bit of covering. "Mr. Potter, remove your undergarment." Severus ordered. Harry wished he could crawl under a rock and die. This was becoming too much and not only that, his own professor was about to see his erect cock. He had no other choice. He miserably took off the last garment, his cock sprung forth in the cool air. Harry's skin flushed from the intense eyes that kept watching him. He then saw Severus walked towards a small table which Harry hadn't notice was there. Harry heard him mumbling to himself, heard something slam then he walked towards him once again. "Is that little cock of yours all you have been trying to hide, Mr. Potter?" Severus smirked at the now pale boy who wouldn't mind telling the man his mind. He knew he wanted the man but another part of him refused such actions. The tone of voice alone was sending him over the edge. Severus saw the frustration playing on the boy's features. A satisfying smirk escaped his lips as he walked closer. Harry eyed Severus carefully, noticing how the man held both hands behind him, as if hiding something. "Turn your ass towards me Potter. I will start your punishment by spanking. Note that I will not go easy. If you say anything disrespectful from hereafter, things will get quite difficult for you." Severus held the whip before him, gently smoothing the leather strap. His features became default. Harry gasped in horror. Oh. Fuck. No. He bit his lips hard, trying his best to not tell this man his mind or wanting to run away. He knew he had no way out anyways. More likely, Severus had sealed his door. Harry did as was told, fighting the urge to cry. He then felt a large calloused hand gripping one of his arse cheeks. Then he felt the man gripping the other. Severus leaned himself against the now shivering boy. His head nestled beside Harry's placing his lips close to the boy's ear. Harry's grip on the sofa tightened. His heart pounding even louder. He closed his eyes from the sensations over flooding him. "Brace yourself for what I am about to do to you, Potter." Severus's hot breath near Harry's ear left the boy panting. Harry desperately needed him. He was the one doing this. His cock twitched slightly from the thoughts which raced through his mind. Severus smirked at the flushed boy before him, all ready and waiting to be spanked. He suddenly grabbed the boy's arse cheeks before landing the leather strap on the left cheek. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" Harry screamed from the sheer pain which rattled through his body. He gripped the sofa with sweaty palms, stuffing his head into the sofa. Severus spanked the other cheek as hard as he did the first. Harry bit his lips hard. His nails dug deeper into the sofa. He tensed himself for the next strike which landed even harder. The boy screamed even louder while fighting his tears away. He was determined not to let a tear slip or spill. No, he will show this sick fuck that he could withstand it. Severus raised an eyebrow at the boy's determination. He realised just how much he was holding back his tears. "Discipline is absolute Potter. You cannot escape it. Neither can you escape the tears which are about to fall from your eyes." Severus landed the strap on Harry's arse repeatedly, earning agonizing screams and whimpers. Harry was now trembling with anger and defeat. The bloody man was right about his tears. He could no longer hold them back as they fell freely on the sofa. The strap landed suddenly again with Harry's screams becoming more hoarse and muffled. His lips were pressed into the sofa, as his nails now tore away its hard fabric. Severus smirked satisfyingly seeing the impact his discipline session had on the boy. He spanked the boy even harder. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Please stop! I-I'm sorry… p-please don't-" Severus lowered his lips once more to sweaty ears, his lips ever so slightly touching them. Pain and pleasure mingled within the boy gasped loudly. He didn't care whether the sick fuck heard. It was now obvious that he was trying to break him. "Why should I Mr. Potter? This is your punishment after all." Severus slapped the right cheek hard with a calloused hand while gripping the other tightly. He wanted to ensure this boy felt real pain. Constant pain. Though he knew the boy was a frequent victim of such. But not a frequent victim to this sort. Harry screamed again tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He closed his eyes from the embarrassment and pain which clouded him. His nails had already plunged deeply into the sofa. The pain was indeed to great. Severus spanked him once again, before he stepped a little distant from the boy. He observed his ass cheeks. They were reddened to the desired colour he wanted. He placed the strap on the floor as he observed the boy's reactions. Harry groaned. He was all sweaty, tired and pain-ridden. Tears still streamed down his cheeks as he slowly turned himself around. His cock still needed attention, but he didn't care anymore. He could take care of that at a later time. "Hold still, Potter. I shall apply some salve to the wounds to heal it. However, I will not heal your pain. You will still feel pain whenever you are about to sit, to remind you what my discipline entails. Until I see it fit to heal your pain, you shall ensure it." Severus took out a small vial ointment and gently applied it on Harry's sore ass. The boy winced in pain, with tears still flowing down his cheeks. Suddenly, the man took Harry's cock and stroked it gently, eyes locked to frightened green ones. Harry panted heavily as he bravely held his professor for the first time. He bucked his hips slowly in hopes to reach Severus's fast strokes, and not reviving his butt pain. He closed his eyes revelling the first touch of another's hand on his cock. No one had ever touched him there before. With an expressionless face, Severus continued his fast strokes, until Harry cried his release, his cum spilled everywhere. Even on the man's clothing. Harry inhaled deeply, as he relaxed himself from the most mind blowing ejaculation he ever had. Harry needed more. He desperately needed more. He shakily raised himself upwards the sofa. "Please professor, I-I..-" "This is the most that you can get from me Potter. Do not think above yourself. Consider this as just a little helping hand. Nothing more, nothing less." With a wave of his wand, he did a cleaning spell. "Get dressed and leave at once. You are to return here tomorrow no later or less than 6:00pm. Is that understood, Mr. Potter?" "Y-Yes Sir.." Harry slowly button his clothing, the pain still lingering on his ass. He was quite disappointed and at the same time, quite pleased. He should've known Severus wasn't that kind of person. He slowly made his way towards the door while gently shutting it. So many things rang through the boy's mind. He now knew he was gay, but not surely for his professor? He made his way towards his room where he still had his little problem to tend to...