An Unusual Punishment for Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
30,976
Reviews:
34
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Glowing Red
Crack! The belt struck her arse. Hermione groaned. Aaaahh. Shit that stung! She felt the heat spread out across her behind. But she resisted the temptation to massage the tender skin, gripping the edge of the desk and taking a deep breath.
Crack! The second stroke hit home. Aaaahh! Hermione moaned a little louder. The pink patches on her bum cheeks had already turned to red. But, oh, she didn’t want him to stop. It was still so sexy.
Crack! She cried out loudly this time. Merlin her arse was really getting painful now. But with every stroke, she felt the wetness between her legs increasing and her desire to have him inside her was getting too much to bear.
Crack! Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her hands, covered her red arse and gently kneaded.
“Remove your hands Miss Granger,” he demanded. She kept her hands in place.
“Please Sir, it hurts. Just one more minute?” she pleaded.
“How dare you disobey me,” he shouted, “turn around!”
Hermione straightened up and, keeping her hands firmly clasped to her bright red behind, turned slowly on the spot. Her panties fell down over her knee socks to her ankles.
“You are on the receiving end of a well earned punishment Miss Granger,” Snape said “and no matter how much you were enjoying it, or how much it is hurting, I will be finishing what I started. You have now earned yourself extra for further disobedience during punishment. Hold out your hands.”
As she turned, Hermione noticed that his erection was still pushing at the crotch of his trousers and his face was even more flushed than it had been. Little beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead, but those black, steamy eyes were still piercing into her. She shakily removed her hands from her bottom, held them in front of her and looked up into his eyes.
Oh fuck. Why had he told her to turn around? He couldn’t take his eyes off the small patch of brown curly hair at her crotch. He could see how some of it was wet and matted. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and he could just fit his finger in if he went for it. His cock pulsated and seemed to grow even bigger. It was so uncomfortable pushing against his pants. He knew she had noticed. He could see her watching. She wasn’t resisting. He could do anything he wanted.
Crack! Crack! He quickly brought the belt down on each hand. She almost screamed. It hurt like hell and there was already a red stripe visible across each of her palms. But again, she felt herself get wetter and almost threw herself onto him. She imagined pushing him against the cold stone wall of his office, forcing him to lift her so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, and rubbing her wetness all over the bulge in his trousers. She would leave a big wet patch on the front of his crotch. Her mark, all over him for anyone to see.
“Face the desk again and bend,” he whispered.
She turned, with more trepidation than before, and slowly bent over his desk.
He raised the belt again. Crack! Crack! That was six! It was over. Her arse felt like it was glowing in the darkened office.
Snape leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
“That is your punishment for your behaviour in class this morning over.” She sighed. His hot breath was tickling her ear and it made her tremble. The warmth from his breath moved down to her neck. She longed to turn her head slightly and meet his lips with hers. Then he leant in further and she felt the moisture on her ear again. “However,” he continued, “there is sill the matter of your lateness and your running in the corridors to deal with.”
Crack! The second stroke hit home. Aaaahh! Hermione moaned a little louder. The pink patches on her bum cheeks had already turned to red. But, oh, she didn’t want him to stop. It was still so sexy.
Crack! She cried out loudly this time. Merlin her arse was really getting painful now. But with every stroke, she felt the wetness between her legs increasing and her desire to have him inside her was getting too much to bear.
Crack! Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her hands, covered her red arse and gently kneaded.
“Remove your hands Miss Granger,” he demanded. She kept her hands in place.
“Please Sir, it hurts. Just one more minute?” she pleaded.
“How dare you disobey me,” he shouted, “turn around!”
Hermione straightened up and, keeping her hands firmly clasped to her bright red behind, turned slowly on the spot. Her panties fell down over her knee socks to her ankles.
“You are on the receiving end of a well earned punishment Miss Granger,” Snape said “and no matter how much you were enjoying it, or how much it is hurting, I will be finishing what I started. You have now earned yourself extra for further disobedience during punishment. Hold out your hands.”
As she turned, Hermione noticed that his erection was still pushing at the crotch of his trousers and his face was even more flushed than it had been. Little beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead, but those black, steamy eyes were still piercing into her. She shakily removed her hands from her bottom, held them in front of her and looked up into his eyes.
Oh fuck. Why had he told her to turn around? He couldn’t take his eyes off the small patch of brown curly hair at her crotch. He could see how some of it was wet and matted. She was standing with her legs slightly apart and he could just fit his finger in if he went for it. His cock pulsated and seemed to grow even bigger. It was so uncomfortable pushing against his pants. He knew she had noticed. He could see her watching. She wasn’t resisting. He could do anything he wanted.
Crack! Crack! He quickly brought the belt down on each hand. She almost screamed. It hurt like hell and there was already a red stripe visible across each of her palms. But again, she felt herself get wetter and almost threw herself onto him. She imagined pushing him against the cold stone wall of his office, forcing him to lift her so that she could wrap her legs around his hips, and rubbing her wetness all over the bulge in his trousers. She would leave a big wet patch on the front of his crotch. Her mark, all over him for anyone to see.
“Face the desk again and bend,” he whispered.
She turned, with more trepidation than before, and slowly bent over his desk.
He raised the belt again. Crack! Crack! That was six! It was over. Her arse felt like it was glowing in the darkened office.
Snape leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
“That is your punishment for your behaviour in class this morning over.” She sighed. His hot breath was tickling her ear and it made her tremble. The warmth from his breath moved down to her neck. She longed to turn her head slightly and meet his lips with hers. Then he leant in further and she felt the moisture on her ear again. “However,” he continued, “there is sill the matter of your lateness and your running in the corridors to deal with.”