Dance With Me

What\'s that you say? You want some S&M? Okay! You can probably tell from this chapter that I recently watched Secretary. If you haven\'t seen it, I recommend it. Anyway, if you were looking for smut, this is THE chapter to read :).


Hermione knocked tentatively on the heavy door to Snape’s office. She decided to play along and put on her best sullen face, as she heard his low voice growl, “Enter.” She slowly opened the door and edged around the open door.

“I’m here for my detention, sir.”

“Good,” he said, pasting on his usual sneer. “You will kindly report to my desk.” With a startling feeling of apprehension rising in her stomach, Hermione slowly but confidently walked the short distance to his desk. “Miss Granger,” he addressed her, clearing his throat and throwing her his best glare. “You of all students should know better than to swear in my class. Especially not the word you chose.” She nodded, ashamed. “I do not think, that in cases such as these, that the normal detention punishments are harsh enough. There will be no writing of sentences or copying of scrolls for the likes of this infraction.” Hermione felt even more apprehensive and it must’ve showed. Suddenly, he leaned across the desk, and took both of her hands carefully in his. “Hermione,” he said, suddenly slipping out of ‘character,’ “I told you that I am not a nice man. I thought you understood this. But if it any point it’s too much, please tell me.” A light of understanding suddenly appeared across her face and she grinned widely.

“But sir,” she protested in an innocent tone, “If I’m not to write sentences or copy scrolls, what am I to do?” Prsor sor Snape gave her a look that was half-grin, half-sneer.

“Bend over, Miss Granger. Place both your hands flat on my desk. Then brace yourself.” Hermione looked surprised and innocent, but did as he asked. “I am now going to give you your punishment. I will spank you 5 times. During that time, you are not to make any noise, or the punishment will be increased. Do you understand, Miss Granger?”

“Yes, Professor Snape,” she said sweetly. She braced herself, and within a few moments, his hand had connected with her backside. She winced at the pain, but said nothing. The next stroke came almost immediately and in the exact same place as the last. She swore that he was actually hitting harder this time, and the thought of him behind her, spanking her, began to make her aroused. The third stroke was most definitely harder, and she had to put forth much more effort to keep from making some sort of noise. The fourth stroke threw her down on her elbows on the desk. The fifth stroke came much later and was not as hard, but Hermione could no longer hold in her moan. It came out of her mouth exactly as the last stroke fell, and was not a moan of pain. She turned her head around to see what her professor’s reaction would be to find his eyes glazed over with blatant lust.

“Miss Granger!” he shouted, his voice breaking. “I thought I said no sound!”

“You did, sir,” she said, shame creeping into her voice. “I’m weak,” she said, turning around and looking directly into his eyes. “I couldn’t help it.”

“For that, Miss Granger, you must now choose your own punishment.” Hermione had always hated this as a child. When she had acted up, she had always wanted to know what kind of atonement was expected of her. She had always dreaded her parents’ response of “How should we punish you?” In this case, however, the prospect of choosing her own “punishment” was extremely tempting and very hot.

“In that case…” she said, barely concealing her smile. She knelt down in front of him, and his body quaked in anticipation. He seemed to already know what was coming. Hermione opened his robes and pulled both sides back. She leaned forward with a definite grin and breathed hot breath on the fly of his pants before placing both hands firmly on his hips. She then leaned forward and took the zipper of his pants in her teeth. Looking up and into his eyes, she pulled the zipper down, then used her hands to pull the pants the rest of the way down. He wore nothing underneath, and Hermione was temporarily taken aback by the size and hardness of what greeted her. She had seen a cock before, but not one this big or mature. His skin was as pale on the rest of his body as it was on his face, but his cock was flushed dark red with blood. She hesitantly took it in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. As she ran her tongue around the head and moved her hand slowly up the shaft, he let out a low, long moan. It was the sexiest thing Hermione had ever heard, and encouraged her. She took his head into her mouth and hesitantly sucked. She began to work more quickly, egged on by his pants and moans. Soon, she had most of his engorged cock in her mouth and was sucking and massaging his balls. He could no longer control his actions and began to fuck her mouth for all he was worth. Hermione surprised herself by not choking on his hard length, but responded by wrapping her arm around his arse and bobbing up and down on his hard cock. Suddenly, he cried out, and she felt warm liquid hit the back of her throat. She obligingly swallowed it as he moaned her name. She smiled up at him, a tiny rivulet of his cum trickling down her chin. He took her hands and pulled her back up to her normal height. He gently took her face in his hands and with licked the errant liquid from her chin. He then kissed her, a new kind of kiss. This one was neither as frantic as the first, nor as chaste as the second. This one held the promise of more to come, and at the same time said, “Thank you.”
“Hermione,” he said, still panting a bit. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know,” she said grinning, “But I wanted to.” He smiled back, and held her tightly in his arms. After a few minutes, she smiled at him and said, “I suppose I’d better get back to my room. Shall we have detention again sometime soon?”
He laughed. “You really should have been a Slytherin, you know that?” She grinned back at him. “But yes, we shall have detention again soon.” She left the dungeons, her heart singing, knowing that amazing experience was to be repeated.