The Party

Author: Kim, aka kjsparkles

Author’s Notes: Here it is, le piece de resistance! Hope you’ve all enjoyed my little foray into the PWP smut world. I have decided to write an epilogue to this story, so look for it soon. My sincerest thanks to those who have reviewed. Please read and review this chapter too!

Chapter 5

The door closed behind Snape, magically turning the once stark, white space into a replica of his classroom. Hermione hid her surprise; she had anticipated a dungeon as theect ect of his deepest fantasy. She left the first move up to him, as she was agreeable to anything. Snape readily took advantage of the opportunity.

“Hmmm…what shall I make you do for your detention, Miss Granger? Scrub cauldrons, chop poisonous ingredients, …or something else?”

Playing along with his game, Hermione replied, “Oh please Sir, don’t make me do any of those things, I’ll do anything else, I swear!” in a mature, genuine voice.

“Very well then, there are more interesting things you can do for me. For your first violation, not following the Hogwart’s dress code, I demand you strip down to your underclothes,” Snape said as he sat in the chair behind his desk, carefully watching and anticipating Hermione’s every move.

Making sure his eyes were on her, she slowly untied the knot in her blouse, and took her time with every button. She kept the two sides of her shirt together as long as she could, prolonging the anticipation of what lay beneath.

Normally, this would only be doing her job, but for some reason, fel felt her nipples tighten, and her panties get wet. Finishing with the last button, she slowly opened her blouse, revealing a silk bra, with one gold cup and one dark red cup.

Snape feasted his eye on the sight before him. Hermione’s skin was flawless with a peaches and cream complexion. Her breasts were naturally large, needing no help from modern muggle or wizarding science. ‘All those years of hiding behind her plain black school robes, giving no male any indication what lay beneath, what a waste,’ Severus thought.

Finding his voice, he commented, “How very Gryffindor of you, Miss Granger.”

“Well Professor, just wait until you see my panties,” Hermione replied.

“SHUT UP, you insolent girl, that mouth of yours is one of the reasons you’re here. I’ll punish you for it later, now continue,” Snape snapped in his meanest tone of voice.

Hermione shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, and draped it on a desk. She moved her hands to her waist, carefully opening the hook, and slowly unzipping the zipper. She wiggled her hips suggestively, making the skirt fall past her ankles and down to the floor. This revealed a white silk thong charmed to have lions running around on them. She also had a red garter belt with natural colored stockings on. She lifted her legs high to avoid catching her black heels on her skirt, and stepped over it.

Snape admired the sight before him. Her stomach had a gentle, feminine curve to it, and her legs were long and lean, made to look even longer by the heels.

“Turn around for me,” he said, making a circular gesture with his hand.

Hermione complied by taking baby steps around in a circle putting her arms up as if she were a game show hostess showing a prize. She got to her starting point, and looked to Snape for further instructions.

“Now Miss Granger, to punish your mouth. You are to walk over to me, undo my pants, and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth,” he commanded.

Thinking bettertalktalking, Hermione bowed, and nodded her head in respect. She then walked to his chair, and got down on her knees. Reaching her hand up to his crotch, she unbuttoned his button, and then withdrew her hand. She put both of her hands behind her back, and bent her mouth forward to his zipper. Catching it between her teeth, she pulled it down slowly. It caught on Snape’s already half-erect dick, but Hermione’s impressive skills allowed her to maneuver over it. She used her lips to pull the sides apart, and was taken aback by his cock hitting her cheek. Snape wore no underwear! Who would’ve thought?

Hermione’s mouth started to salivate as she saw the size of his uncircumcised dick. Not fully hard, he was still six inches long. What a night this would be! She licked her lips, and then extended her tongue to tease the small hole at the end of his cock.

Snape groaned in sweet agony, deciding to let Hermione do her job for the moment. After all, she was the professional. She kept her hands behind her back, and used her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock in lazy circles. Feeling bold, she swallowed his entire dick in one swift movement.

This move elicited an, “Oh, sweet Merlin,” from Snape. Not wanting him to blow his load too quickly, Hermione withdrew herself from him, keeping her suction, and making a loud “pop” when she got to the end. Snape’s cock fell onto his shirt. Wanting fewer clothes on, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it across the room. Hermione sat back on her knees watching him in wonder. Expecting a pale, sickly looking chest, she was shocked to see he had a six-pack of well developed muscles, a decent tan, and just the right amount of chest hair.

Snape, not wanting her to get too much enjoyment, yet, stated, “Well, get back to it, Miss Granger. You have work to do.”

Hermione immediately lowered her mouth, again completely enveloping his cock. Snape let out a long sigh at the incredible feeling. She kept a consistent rhythm for many minutes before feeling him arch his back, and stiffen his cock beyond anything she ever felt before. Just after this, Hermione’s mouth was flooded with his juices. She swallowed it all quickly, as he instructed her to do, not missing a drop. When she was satisfied that he was finished, she leaned back onto her knees to look at him.

Snape relaxed backward onto his chair, thoroughly impressed with Hermione’s technique. He knew he would not get another erection for several minutes, so he decided to further punish her without overtaxing himself.

“Stand up, Miss Granger,” he instructed, and Hermione obeyed.

“Now lay yourself across my lap, arse up,” Snape commanded in a more authoritative tone.

Sensing she would only receive more punishment for being slow, Hermione lowered herself onto him, her feet and hands both touching the ground.

“For every infraction you have committed, you shall receive ten spankings,” he said, “So far today, you have committed three offenses, one still unpunished, that adds up to thirty spankings, Miss Granger.”

Steeling herself for the onslaught, Hermione took a deep breath. and waited for what was to come.

“You are to count each one, Miss Granger. I wish to observe just how much pain you are in.”

Giving her no time to answer, his hand came down onto her right butt cheek, causing her to flinch, and yelp. Hermione quickly recovered and said, “One.” Twenty-nine more spankings followed, each one being counted by Hermione. By the end, she had tears streaming down her face, but refused to call out. Both of her arse cheeks were bright red, and had handprints on them. Each individual finger mark could be seen.

“Stand up, Miss Granger,” Snape demanded.

As Hermione stood, she noticed that the insides of her thighs were sticky with her juices. She had never been this excited by a client before. Normally she and the other girls had to use extra lubrication, but this would clearly not be the case for her tonight.

Once again standing in front of him, she wondered what else he had planned as punishment.

“Take everything off, now,” Snape instructed. His erection had quickly returned during the spankings. Hermione’s response was suburb to his actions.

She reached behind her, unlatching her bra. Hermione let it fall down her arms, revealing dark pink, hard nipples the size of quarters. She then hooked her thumbs in the sides of her thong. Wiggling her hips back and forth, she pulled the thong down, and carefully stepped out of it. Feeling brave once again, she tossed it onto Snape’s face.

He caught it, and flung it across the room. He raised an eyebrow at her, so she continued. Hermione unsnapped her garter belt from her stocking, and carefully rolled the stockings down her legs. She threw them to the side, and removed the garter belt. When she was totally nude, Snape rose from his chair.

His pants fell down to his ankles, so he stepped out of them. He then removed his shoes and socks. He raised his left hand, and beckoned Hermione to him by motioning with his finger.

She walked to him slowly, and seductively. His erection was very impressive. Not having worked this way, or had a boyfriend in quite some time, Hermione was sure it would fill her exquisitely.

Snape surprised her by quickly lifting her, and setting her down on his desk. He placed a hand on her chest, and pushed her so she was lying down, face up. He stepped between her legs, looked into her eyes, and said, “Now for your final punishment. I shall drive you as insane as you have done to me all night.”

What came next completely took Hermione by surprise. She never thought Snape was the type to orally pleasure a woman, or be any good at it, but he was. Sweet Merlin, he was. He leaned over, and parted her nether lips with his thumbs. Snape then lowered his lips to her, and used his tongue and lips expertly. Hermione began to moan and writhe.did did not take long for her to reach her peak. He kept going at her, over and over again.

Hermione was extremely sensitive, almost to the point of pain. She started to ask him to stop, but was surprised by Snape raising his wand, and casting a spell on her. She quickly found it was a charm to stop words from coming out of her mouth, but not moans. Her moans became louder and louder as she reached her second orgasm.

Snape stepped back from her. He watched her breathing slow back to a normal pace. He raised his wand again, ending the spell against talking.

“Amazing,” Hermione said.

“Punishment over,” Snape replied with a half smile.

“So, what’s next?” Hermione asked.

“Where’s the protection?” Snape asked.

“Oh Professor, for once it looks as if I know more than you do,” Hermione replied, “It is impossible to get pregnant, or any diseases in these rooms. Because of spells, of course. They border on being dark magic, but aren’t illegal.”

“You surprise me, Miss Granger.”

“Could you drop the Miss Granger, and call me Hermione?” she asked.

“That would ruin the fantasy, wouldn’t it, Miss Granger?”

“I suppose it would,” Hermione said as she stood up, and faced Snape. “Well, I guess since you had your punishment on me, I get to punish you now, after all you have been bad, haven’t you? How does that sound, Professor?”

Before Snape could answer, Hermione took him by surprise. She grabbed his shoulders, and swung him around so he was laying face up on the desk. Not giving him any time to recover, she grabbed his hands, and held them over his head.

She quickly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He was fully recovered from his earlier orgasm, and was again completely erect. Hermione momentarily thought about immediately impaling herself on but but decided to prolong his agony. Instead, she rubbed her slit up and down, and across his cock.

“Miss Granger, this is perfectly fine with me.” Snape said.

With an angry look on her face, Hermione replied, “It doesn’t have to be fine with you, Professor. I’m going to do it whether you like it or not.”

She continued to rock against him. Her large breasts swayed back and forth, very close to Snape’s mouth. He desperately wanted to suck on her distended nipples, but she just wasn’t close enough. The left side of Hermione’s mouth raised in an evil smirk. While the rooms may be for the gentlemen’s fantasies, getting revenge on Professor Snape for his cutting remarks had always been one of hers.

Hermione was getting very close to her own climax. The direct contact of Snape’s dick, and her clit was unbelievable. Thinking of her pleasure before his, she kept up the rocking motion. In only a few seconds, she was gripping his hands in an extreme orgasm.

She dropped her chest down onto his, and relaxed her muscles.er cer catching her breath, she stuck out her tongue, and licked his neck very slowly. This elicited a groan from Snape. His dick was rock hard, and well lubricated from Hermione’s ministrations.

Hermione let go of his hands, but he kept them above his head on his own. She raised herself up, arms straight, and scooted herself forward. Her breasts were now in perfect sucking position. Hermione positioned herself so that the entrance to her pussy was at the tip of his cock. Very, very slowly she lowered herself onto him.

Both of them moaned at the sensations caused by these motions. Eventually, he was balls deep inside of her. He was amazed at how tight she was for being a “professional woman.” Thoroughly enjoying the sensations, Hermione stayed still for well over a minute. After opening to his size, she started to move up and down on his staff.

Starting slowing, she worked up her pace until she was moving as fast as she could. The friction caused by her movements was astonishing. Getting caught up in the moment; Severus put his hands on her arse cheeks.

He squeezed them tightly, and used them as leverage to help her move. Hermione leaned forward, and allowed him access to her breasts. He readily accepted the nipple, and sucked in into his mouth, hard. The frantic movement of their lower regions caused her breast to be pulled as far as it could, as Snape would not release his grip on her nipple.

Hermione loved having her breasts played with. It turned her on beyond belief. The combination of the pulling and release of her breasts, and the friction of his cock hitting her clit drove her to a frantic climax. She shuddered, and stayed still. Snape was completely embedded inside of her, feeling every spasm of her inner muscles.

Once the spasms ended, Hermione started moving up and down on Snape again. She was even more sensitive now, having experienced two orgasms. The continued feelings of moving on him were sending her rapidly toward another one. Snape was doing his best to hold off his impending climax, never wanting this experience to end.

Many minutes later, sweat pouring off their bodies, neither one could hold out any longer. They exploded together in a very hard, powerful climax. Hermione could feel Snape’s semen hit her cervix. She clamped down on his cock, milking it as hard as she could with her inner muscles. This made him stay harder than he ever had been after an orgasm. It also made him want more, as soon as possible.

ioneione relaxed down onto him, allowing both of them to catch their breath. Snape finally got soft, and slipped out of her with a “pop.” Hermione moaned at the feeling. She wiggled her bottom against him, yearning for another amazing encounter.

“Ready again so soon, Miss Granger?” Snape asked.

“I’m always ready, Professor,” Hermione flirted.

“Well, you may be ready, Miss Granger, however I am not,” Snape said, looking down at his shrunken cock.

“I understand, Professor,” Hermione replied with a sly smile. “Is there anything I can do to help things along?”

“A good blowjob is always appreciated,” Snape replied with his trademark smirk.

“Of course, Professor. I’ll get right on that.”

Hermione slipped off the desk, leaving Snape lying on his back. She braced her hands on either side of his hips, and lowered her mouth to his dick. She flicked her tongue over the tip, getting a little taste of their combined juices. Yearning to taste more, she licked her tongue up and down on him like a lollipop.

Snape was getting hard again, slower than before, but still achieving another erection. Once fully erect, Hermione swallowed his cock down her throat. He was still amazed that she could take him all the way down. No one had been able to do it to him before. The sensations of her throat expanding then closing around him at him as hard as he ever had been in no time.

She pulled her mouth off of him, letting his dick hit his stomach. As she did this, the room changed. This was not an uncommon occurrence. Clients often had more than one fantasy, and as one was fulfilled, the next would be worked on. This one was living up to Hermione’s expectations of Snape. Around her were the Hogwarts dungeons. This particular room she had never seen, if it even existed. There were all sorts of whips, chains, and other “toys” hanging on the walls. Wondering what he would do next, she looked up into his black eyes.

“Face the wall, Miss Granger, arms up, legs spread,” he commanded.

Hermione complied, realizing he was going to chain her to the wall. Snape followed behind her, and fastened shackles to her ankles and wrists. Her head was trapped between her arms, so that she could not move it to see what was coming next. Hermione heard him moving, and some of the toys clanking against the wall. Snape moved up behind her, breathing on her neck.

“Are you ready for this, Miss Granger?” he asked.

“Of course, Professor. I’m ready for whatever you wish,” Hermione replied.

With this, he stepped back. Hermione did not have to wait long for his next move. He quickly used a leather cat of nine tails on her. His technique was amazing as he never hit the same spot twice, and used equal pressure with each hit. Hermione had never been one to enjoy this sort of play, but she found herself becoming strangely aroused by the act of giving control of herself over to him.

Within minutes, Hermione’s arse was pink with his markings. He was careful to not break her skin. Her moans were constant as her flesh burned. Satisfied that she was significantly beaten, he put the toy down. Snape unfastened her ankles, leaving her arms bound. He ran his hands up and down on her arse, making her feel every welt on her cheeks. She groaned at the sensation, and at the feeling of her juices running down her legs.

Seeing this, Snape positioned himself behind her. He rubbed his penis back and forth; making Hermione wonder what hole his was going to fill. Eventually, but not quickly enough for Hermione, he thrust himself as hard as he could into her cunt.

She let out a loud, “Oh my Merlin.”

Snape thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. He reached his arms around her to take her nipples into his hands. He twisted them back and forth, and then began to pull them as far out as they would go. The abuse she was taking made Hermione have one orgasm after another in rapid succession. She had never experienced such exquisite feelings before.

She was constantly talking dirty to him, saying things like; “Fuck me harder,” “Oh yeah, you’re making me come so hard,” and “Your cock feels so good.”

Hermione’s talk, moans, and cunt clenching down on him brought Severus to an amazing orgasm. Hermione’s cunt cinched up on him, not allowing his cock to withdraw. It milked every drop of his come from him. Eventually he was able to back away from her. He undid her arms, and surveyed the damage. She looked a very sexy sight with his markings on her in the afterglow of a good fuck.

She turned around, exhausted, and sat on a wooden table in the room. The cold dampness of the dungeons made her nipples stay constantly hard. Her hard breathing slowed to a normal level. As she regarded him, a bell sounded. Usually Hermione was looking forward to hearing it. It meant the end of the session. This time however, she found her disappointed to hear it. Snape raised an eyebrow as if asking her what was happening.

“Night’s over, Professor.”

“Of course, Miss Granger,” he replied, his face was unreadable as he gathered his clothes.

Hermione remained naked as she walked over to him. He was fully clothed by this time, and regarded her with an eyebrow raised.

“I had a wonderful time, Professor. Thank you,” she said.

“So I take it I may be a return customer, Miss Granger?” Snape asked.

“Only if you make me feel like this again, Professor,” Hermione replied.

“Consider it a date,” he said as he turned, and walked out of the room with his usual cape flair, and confident step. This was one date Hermione would look forward to.

FIN