If the Crime Fits the Punishment

we all know the drill by now..... not mine, just borrowing to play with. i\'ll give them back, i swear..... eventually.....

author\'s note..... this chapter will involve some light punishment with a very nice leather flogger. no cows or professors were actually harmed in the writing of it. but, if you\'re not into pain, it might not be your thing. all the means to an ends

you\'ve all been patient, and i know the word smut has caught the most attention. i assure you, you\'ll not be dissappointed.

Chapter Five: Playing With Fire
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Severus woke up with a cold, hard chain pressed against his cheek. He snarled some expletives under his breath. The woman was a rotten little bitch to have done this to him. Chains had never thrilled him. This time was no exception. At the same time though, he had to admit he admired her single mindedness that had brought about the entire scenario . It was strange to think that he had been the one to inspire such undying passion, even if it was of an extremely dangerous nature.

He sat up, setting his back against the headboard, stretching his arms and legs as he did so. The wounds from the previous evening were all gone, and it appeared she had remembered to use a Cleaning charm some time in the night. All the blood dried to his skin had been cleared away. The only sign of it ever having been there was the small amount dried in a stiff, crusty patch on his trousers. As he examined himself, he realized there was another crusty patch on his trousers. He growled at himself in anger. He\'d not had a wet dream in many years. This certainly was not the time to start. Using his own Cleaning charm, he rid himself of the more embarrassing spot of dried fluid. The blood wasn\'t as noticable, at any rate.

Turning his attention to the other side of the room, he could see that a candle floated in mid air, casting light in flickering waves about the room. His gaze settled on the bed where she slept, and he enjoyed the opportunity to study her when she was at her most relaxed. She lay on her back, one arm thrown up over her head. The other was laying across her stomach. The corset still lay on the floor where she\'d allowed it to drop. The sheets were twisted around her hips. Her legs and torso were bare. Since she still slumbered away, Severus decided he was entitled to ogle her as much as he liked.

Even as he allowed his eyes to settle on her exposed breasts, he wondered when he\'d ever ogled someone, much less even used the word in every day conversation. The thought flitted away as she sighed in her sleep. The deep breath made her chest rise and fall. Both breasts jiggled for a few moments as she resumed normal breathing. Her nipples weren\'t hard, but he could still see them plainly, telling him they were rather large. He studied them a moment before deciding they were a dusky rose color. His mouth, however, was way ahead of the clinical assessment, for it wanted to be wrapped around one or the other. Preferrably both.

This line of thought was going to do him no good, so he tore his gaze away from the sight of her naked flesh. Instead, he concentrated his efforts on the room around him. With aid of the candle, he could see the entire chamber. It was nothing to be thrilled over. He could see no door of any kind. There were no windows. Obviously, one could only enter by Apparating into the room. There was nothing in the room, other than the chains that held him. There were a few other things on the walls all the way around, but nothing he was overly interested in. Anything else that might be there was something she must have conjured in.

The silence was just about to drive him to the point of madness when she yawned loudly. She sat, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her gaze found his. He cringed to see the partially crazed look returning to the brilliant green orbs. Standing, aware she was nearly completely naked, she stretched up toward the ceiling. He was reminded of a cat. With the look she had just been giving him, he was more than surprised when she asked him a question. It certainly wasn\'t what he\'d expected. \'Hungry, Professor?\'

\'My, you are a polite kidnapper,\' he snapped, piqued with her because he was discomfitted by her lack of clothing. She ignored the outburst, clapping her hands twice into the utter silence of the chamber. The sound reverberated off the walls. A table with two chairs appeared near his bed. Several dishes sat on the top, awaiting the two of them. The smell of food made his stomach rumble loudly. It reminded him that he had not eaten since lunch the previous afternoon.

\'Do sit down and stop being an ass, Professor. As you said last evening, I doubt I can seriously do anything that will leave lasting scars,\' she told him, a hand gesturing at the chair closest to him. In response, he lifted his wrists so he could rattle his chains in her general direction. \' If you\'re truly this thick headed, it\'s a wonder you\'ve maintained the Potions position this long. And now I know why you\'ve not gotten the DADA job. The chains will extend enough for you to move about in a small area.\'

\'Thank you so kindly for mentioning that earlier,\' he spat curtly, slipping from the bed to test the truth of her words. As she had pointed out, the chains followed him to his chair by the table. He sat with a sigh. His hands lifted the lids on the plates before him. His eyes goggled. A substantial breakfast lay spread before him. There was sausage, eggs, toast, fresh fruit, coffee, and juice. She joined him at the table, sitting on her side. His robes were draped over her naked flesh absently. Pale flashes of creamy skin showed every time she moved. The only word for it was disconcerting.

Breakfast was comsumed in silence, after which Kendra conjured a loo for him to attend to his morning rituals. He\'d never been so grateful for a toilet in all his life. Once the morning duties were out of the way, Severus found himself once more against the wall. This time, his chains were hooked to a beam that appeared above his head. His arms were pulled up, extending the line of his body. He was more than certain he knew what was coming today. A thought occured to him, and he decided he needed to make her aware of something he felt was important. \'You do know that Dumbledore is most assuredly looking for me by now. He knows I only leave the castle when I have to. I usually never stay away this long.\'

\' I doubt that he\'s looking very hard, Professor,\' her answer was too smug for him to ignore. She was obviously in posession of knowledge he wasn\'t. It also struck him then that she had yet to even speak his name. First or last. When he made no comment, she continued. \'An owl delivered a letter to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore last night, informing him that you were taking a small holiday from the school. You said you would owl him when ready to return. It\'s signed with your name. In your writing, no less.\'

\' I shouldn\'t be surprised that you\'ve forged my signature. Yet, inexplicably, I am,\' his voice was filled with disbelief. He shouldn\'t have put something like this past her. He\'d never even considered it. He opened his mouth to speak further, but she gave him a look that hushed him.

\'Enough talk. I have alot of work to do today,\' she told him as she moved toward him. Her hands slipped beneath his robes, coming back out moments later with her wand. She used the tool to bring several items to her. A fresh pair of panties with matching bra, a plain piece of black cloth, and a flogger. It had thin tails that would undoubtably leave marks after prolonged use. The table was waved away, as were the beds. He decided he was really in no hurry to get started.

She allowed his robes to drop to the floor once again, then took up the bra and panties from where they rested on the floor. She smiled at him as she slid the bra on, taking extra time to manuever her breasts into the lace cups properly. Next were the matching panties. She allowed the leather thong to drop to the floor in a very unselfconscious manner. That gave him a brief glimpse of well trimmed red pubic hair before she pulled the panites on.

Black lace caressed the most intimate parts of her body. His cock was again standing at attention. It was becoming embarrassing. He was unable to control his body\'s responses any better than a fifteen year old just entering puberty. His thoughts were distracted by the sight of the flogger grasped loosely in her hand. She swung it, testing the weight in her hands. A faint hissing sound accompanied it\'s movements.

\'Another item from Malfoy\'s shop?\' Severus cocked a brow, only partially curious.

\'Yes. It\'s out of his exclusive line,\' she responded, slinging it over her shoulder as she approached him. He watched her warily as she lifted her hands toward his face. The piece of black cloth turned out to be a blindfold. It went into place with relatively little argument.

Kendra stepped back to look at him. Snape was standing almost completely flat footed, only up on his toes the slightest bit. The black of the blindfold cut across his palid cheeks. His body was stretched from the cuffs. It gave her an opportunity to admire his form for a moment or two. She was snapped rudely out of her lustful thoughts when his voice whipped through the silence. \'Well, Miss MacLeod? Do you intend to stand there all day and torture me with merely your irritating presence?\'

\'Of course not, Professor,\' she snapped curtly. Music filled the air once again. He knew without a doubt she had chosen it for inspiration. He listened to the song, as it had a completely different feel to it than the song of the previous evening. Something he could only call....slinky. When the first verse of the decidedly suggestive song was reached, he understood why she had chosen it. The female singers voice sang out forcefully.

...Dance the dance of lovers, I don\'t need no other
...To ride the waves of pleasure and pain
...Come on boy, oh baby, Lick my boots to please me
...Maybe I will losen your chains

He barely heard the hissing of the tails on the flogger before it struck him. It was not an altogether unpleasant sensation. The flogger seemed to be properly weighted, and smacked the skin with just the right amount of bite. It would have been easy to ignore, except the blindfold took away his abilty to watch for the next strike. He concentrated on the song again.

...I can break your will, I can make you kneel
...I can force you to crawl, and to lick my heels
...Cos the power is mine......

Kendra didn\'t seem to be measuring the strokes with any kind of pattern. She would swing several times, then stop and run her hand over the heated flesh. Her fingers were cool, bringing shivers of anticipation rising to the surface. Before he could begin to fully enjoy her light touches, her hand would slip away and the lash would take him by surprise. Once again, the torture was not in the pain she delivered. Each stroke got progressively heavier. It was in the the idea that she was enjoying humiliating him like this, knowing what she was doing. Each touch of her hand sent desire spiralling into his groin. It was so painfully tight now that he thought he would explode. He tried drowning his thoughts in the music to keep himself in control

...You need to be punished, and it will never finish
...You are just a dog on a leash
...Lick me, baby, Lick me. Let me make you happy
...But only if you\'re begging me please

The song was doing nothing to help. It was actually making it more difficult for him to keep his mind clear of any kind of lewd thought. Kendra stepped back, letting the flogger hang loose in her grip. Snape\'s body was taut with need. She could plainly see the outline of his cock against his trousers, straining against the material as it swelled. She smiled, deciding to throw him a curve before picking up the beating again. She stepped up next to him, until her body touched his. Her breasts rubbed against his belly while her hand slid over the turgid length of his erection. His body jerked at the contact. She couldn\'t help but lick a path up his chest, from his belly button to his breast bone.

Before Severus had time to collect his thoughts, she stepped away from him. The flogger cut the air and slapped against his chest, lashing his nipples with a hard stroke. He jerked violently at the contact. She smiled to see the scowl on his face. With the second round of flogging, she made sure that the tails fell harder and faster. His skin became a patchwork of thin red lines. Tiny welts lifted in spots where the tails fell repeatedly.

Watching him squirm, even though he tried to hide it, Kendra could not deny the sight made her hot. She was wet once more. As with the cutting the day before, he made no sound. It was something that made her want to find a way to break his rigid self control. She wanted to hear him cry out in wild abandon. She wanted to revel in the knowledge that she had been the one to make him act like an animal, to grunt and groan. To do something so terribly un-Snapelike.

Kendra continued the whipping, even when her arms grew tired. His skin, both stomach and back, was almost completely red from the slapping of the tails. He still had yet to make any sound. She was sure his jaws were permanently locked from clamping them together. Finally, she gave up and dropped the flogger. Her arms were both so tired that she couldn\'t carry on.

\'Damn insufferable git!\' she muttered to herself. He heard it, even though she tried to speak under her breath. Somehow, he found it amusing and had to stifle a chuckle. She\'d wield the flogger against him for the rest of the day if she heard him laughing at her. As it was, he\'d lost track of how many times the song had repeated as she\'d swung at him. As for physical torture, she was managing a small degree of discomfort. The real torture seemed to be her. Her body near his. She was able to invoke deeply lustful thoughts in him without trying. He was having a bloody impossible time reconciling this image of her with the one he had from her school days.

He waited patiently, wondering what she was going to do next. He wanted the blindfold gone. Paranoia kept making him think that she\'d really cause him grief by letting one of his students see him this way. Or one of the teachers on staff at Hogwart\'s. Now that would be real torture. There were certain individuals who would never allow him to wipe the memory from their minds. He\'d never be able to live that down.

It was several moments later when he felt the very tips of her fingers trail slowly over his heated flesh. They started at his shoulders, slipping down to tease his nipples for the briefest of moments. Then they continued onward to feather over his stomach. The muscles contracted with need, but her fingers barely paused there. He hoped she had not felt the action. Her hand moved past his waist band until her fingers stopped on his cock. She curled them around his shaft. He was mortified when said piece of flesh actually jerked in her hand. He swore he could actually hear the smile on her face.

\'Well, well, well. What have we here, my dear Professor?\' her voice was soft as she asked the question. There was no doubt as to the triumph in it. The blindfold fell away. The smile curving her lips was as victorious as it was something else. What, he wasn\'t sure. The chains gave, and he found himself flat footed again. \'For that, I think some kind of reward is in order. You just wait here. I\'ll be right back.\'

With those words, she Apparated out of the room. Severus was actually half afraid as to what she would consider a reward. In that small part of his brain that was actually enjoying her torture, there was a definite thrill to find out what she would consider a reward. By the gods, he was seriously in trouble.....

end chapter five.
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my thanks again to Madam Shark And Kenly Sekuri......they both know why. no need to get long winded here. ;p

to those of you who keep coming back for more of this, my heartfelt thanks for the support. I do so enjoy the writing of this. hopefully, you enjoy the reading more. keep reviewing me. I\'m not adverse to suggestions..... maybe an idea will pop up in a story. you never know.

also, thanks to DJ. she knows why. love you, hon :)

finally, the song mentioned here.... it is called *The Power Is Mine* by Lords of Acid. The album is *Our Little Secret,* in case anyone is interested.

have no fear. i\'m already plotting out chapter six.......