Many Lessons to be Learned

It Was Me

(SS POV)



The head girl hadn’t shown up to dinner after her little display in my classroom. After her exit I was stunned for a solid minute, never before had anyone behaved in such a manner – certainly not in my class. Took me only one other minute to bellow out for the other students to leave immediately. Barking for Harry and Draco to stay. The two boys followed silent and calm into my office despite my obvious rage. Unable to stand still I paced behind the desk as Harry leaned on the side of my desk and Draco relaxed into one of the available seats.



“Well?” I finally spat with pure rage.



“Well what godfather?” Draco retorted.



“She’s your friend,” I bellowed. Really I didn’t know why I had requested for them come in here they could do nothing. Shaking my head I continued “one of you will come to me after dinner and tell me where she will be tonight, behavior like that can not go unpunished.”



“Yes Sir” Harry said a slight smirk on his face.



“What are you smirking at Potter?” I was sneering at him.



“Don’t you think that’s kind of what she wants?” he said calmly keeping a level expression. “Come on Severus, all week long you’ve treated her as if she’s invisible. She was growing antsy; Draco and I probably weren’t helping by chuckling at her discomfort. She even tried to anger you by obviously helping another student and you watched it and just let it slide. She’s been ready to burst since the first day,” laughing a bit at this point he added “I’m actually surprised she lasted until now.”



Glaring at him with disapproval I knew he was right. I had intentionally ignored her after her behavior the morning after. I had expected a squirming obedient Hermione, I figured I’d mock her a little, lure her in some more, and see where it went from there. Instead she’d acted calm, confident and in control, a position I rather favored, and asking that question before leaving my room, the nerve of the girl. Of course it didn’t matter that it was true, I had used her panties to rub my aching erection after she’d left that night, but she didn’t need to know that.



I reached into my pocket grabbing the bracelet and palming it before placing it reverently on the desk. Yes I wanted Hermione kneeling in front of me, but the woman who wrote that note and saved my life still dominated my mind and until I knew who she was I could never truly give myself to another or take even a submissive little slut like Hermione into my care. It was one reason I’d pointedly ignored her for the last two weeks, the other being I wanted to see if I could get a rise out of her or if she’d maintain obedience. Beyond helping that girl and turning in potions way below her usual standards she’d remained polite if a bit fidgety. Both boys were glancing between the bracelet and themselves knowingly.



“What?” I practically shouted at them, “what do you know?”



“Nothing Sir” Draco said.



“Nothing that’s our right to tell you is more like it” Harry muttered darkly. I wanted to throttle him and make him tell me anyway but he managed to look displeased at being unable to discuss it. So I just dismissed them and then left Draco to work in my private labs and went to relieve some steam physically.



Now I was sitting at the head table ignoring Trelawny as she was ranting about the dark future too me. Draco and Hermione were the only two students of note I realized weren’t there. Then Draco suddenly jogged into the hall and continued straight to Harry. First off, my godson doesn’t run like that for any reason unless it’s something important. He whispered something that seemed to please the Potter boy before walking off to his own table. Near the end of the meal I stalked out after Potter and found he’d actually waited for me.



“She’ll be in the library all night, Draco pushed a couple of her buttons, she’ll want to stay out of the head common room.” He looked like he was considering adding something than changed his mind “I’ll go make sure she’s staying there. No doubt she’ll close the library down tonight.”



I nodded and Harry ran off. Retreating to my rooms I found myself already hard in anticipation of what I was already planning for the little witch this evening. She’d never have the gall to behave as she did this day again. Stripping and climbing into the shower I began the ritual, which had become a constant since her first detention. Warm water rained down on my back and I leaned my head into the stream as one of my hands enveloped my cock, pumping up and down slowly. Letting my eyes close I flashed back once again to the little slut spread on my desk mindlessly finger fucking her ass. It was as if she had become a part of my system, from the first moment I tasted her in the storeroom. My cock pulsed in my hand at the memory of her scent and taste.

Gripping tighter I tugged almost desperately careening towards my release. An image of Granger bent over my desk sobbing before fully submitting to the pain and to my control spurring me on. And fuck the little minx had been quick to become hot and ready after so harsh a spanking arching into my hand less than two minutes after. Her ass had been so red, her inner thighs and her clit so abused, it was lovely and brought with it an intense wave of pleasure and possessiveness. She was so warm, so tight, so young, always so hot and ready. I wanted to possess her, and I would at some point possess her, but I would make her beg for it like I’d made her beg to be slapped. All her little depraved fantasies, the bliss she got just from being degraded. She was a fucking gem.



The tension in my loins increased and I lowered my other hand to my balls squeezing lightly as my hand slid roughly up and down my shaft, my thumb grazing the tip each time it could. When it seemed my release couldn’t wait another moment an image of Hermione on her knees waiting for my cum with a hungry look flashed through my mind, and with a groan the first shot of sperm released as I imagined my load missing her mouth intentionally denying her what she wanted most and landing instead across her chest.



Washing off glad for the momentary release of tension, I cleaned myself thoroughly and emerged to redress. Wearing only a white button up shirt and black trousers under my traditional black robes I left the dungeons in search of the library. Upon entering I found our librarian bustling around, looking more than a little harried. When she saw me she expressed great joy and asked if I could close up the library for her. Readily I agreed and she left in a hurry.



There were only a few students here at such a time on a Friday night. As I approached the few in a visible study area suggesting they find something better to do with their time they were quick to comply packing up and leaving. As I ventured into the high stacks of the Hogwarts library I happened upon Harry as he was leaving. He grinned like only a young boy could in anticipation for his friend and pointed me in the right direction.



Instead of rushing back to where she was I controlled my actions and dimmed all lights not in her study area. Approaching her finally with practiced quiet footfalls I began to dim the lights in her area. She barely noticed the change just kept her face lowered towards the text she had in her hands. Walking up behind her I gripped both her shoulders tightly, it worked well since startled she attempted to rise and I just pushed her back down. When her breathing began to come across a bit labored I left her shoulders and went to rest on the windowsill directly across from her.



She was staring at me with wide innocent eyes, but I knew better. Inexperienced perhaps but innocent she most certainly was not, her mind was near as bad as young Draco’s. “Miss Granger your little display today was childish, rude and not very submissive, wouldn’t you agree?”



She stood up rapidly obviously feeling a little dizzy when she did. After a second used to regain her focus she pointed an angry finger at me “why should I be submissive to you when you’ve made it more than obvious you have no interest in me?” Her tone was enraged, voice slightly elevated.



Closing the distance to the study table I gripped her forearms and pulled her forward “what was it exactly that suggested I was disinterested? Was it when I situated you on my desk to perform for me? Or perhaps when I had a finger in that tight, hot ass of yours? Or maybe when I nibbled on the delicious little clit of yours, which one Miss Granger?”



I was staring at her lust filled gaze when something glinted in the soft light on one of her wrists. My eyes flew to her small right wrist to find the delicate charm bracelet I’d grown to cherish hanging on it. Letting the other arm fall to the table I squeezed the other with such intensity she whimpered out in pain. Enraged I looked between the bracelet and her, watching her worry her lip, seeing the panic in her eyes. With my free hand I undid the clasp and took the delicate jewelry back dropping her arm like it was disgusting. All the charms were still safe on the delicate gold chain. There were some letters, a small house, a tiny bow and arrow, and a delicate snake. Glaring at her with complete hatred I quickly made to leave the library.



“Wait” she called out behind me, tripping over her chair slightly in her haste she approached my halted figure.



“Why did you steal this?” it came out cold and angry and I hadn’t turned to face her, just kept my back to her.



“I – I didn’t” as I started to walk away again. “No seriously Severus, Draco brought it too me before dinner.”



Spinning on her I approached her so quickly she had no idea what happened. I backed her up and slammed her into the solid wood of a bookshelf. One hand was clasping her throat slightly squeezing, the other roughly squeezing her hip. “Lies” I hissed at her enjoying the fear in her eyes. “He knows what this bracelet means to me Miss Granger” my voice was pure venom, “you’d do well to not drag your friends into your lies with such unbelievable tales.”



Clutching her throat a little harder I relished in her gasping for air and yet she made no move to pull my hands away just looked directly into my eyes. Instead of fear there was intense sadness there now. Twice she tried to get the words out and failed.



“See even you know how pathetic a tale it is, you can’t even elaborate on the lie. Fucking know-it-all stay away from my things.” I finally released my hands and watched her sag down to the ground before turning to leave.



“It’s mine,” she said quietly letting out a pitiful sob.



When I didn’t answer and just turned around to stare at her disbelievingly she continued albeit reluctantly. With her eyes and face pointed to the ground, a tear evident and the edges of what would become a bruise on her throat forming I could see her fighting with herself. Finally she raised her face, though it was streaked with tears and still held some evidence of fear; there was certain innocence behind those wide warm brown eyes.



“My parent’s gave it too me on my sixteenth birthday” she sobbed out wiping her eyes. “I took you to your house, I left the note, it was me.” As my expression morphed in front of her eyes she bowed her head again and attempted to use the bookshelves to stand up. Finally succeeding she leaned back into it. “I didn’t want you to think you owed anything to me, I just wanted you to be able to live your life as you should’ve had a chance to before. The last thing you needed was a life debt or any responsibility to a hated student.”



I made a move to step towards her and she flinched slightly so I halted for the moment hoping she’d continue.



I could see her deciding if she should continue on her face. “I’ve – well I’ve wanted you since – well before sixth year.” She took a shaky breath steadying her self as much as she could “I didn’t want you to dislike me anymore than you already did.” One tear leaked out of the corner of her eye but she was clearly fighting to keep it together.



She didn’t flinch as I approached her this time but I had softened my gaze significantly. I grabbed the wrist of the arm I’d gripped painfully before and wrapped the little chain around her delicate wrist. It was then I took notice of the feint scars from a snake’s bite on her soft skin. Tracing it I heard her sharp inhale of breath.



“You did this for me” I said in a deep voice enjoying her shiver. Nodding lightly she leaned her head forward. Pushing her back into the bookshelves harshly forced her to look back up into my eyes as I pressed my body into hers still holding the wrist with the bracelet. “You should’ve told me.”



Shame washed over her face and she lowered her head to my shoulder “I’m sorry, I was worried it would make you feel trapped, like you owed me something, that you weren’t in control once again. After everything you deserved some control.”



“Not telling me was withholding control as well sweet girl. Wondering who this woman was held me back, wanting to know her, feel her, possess her” Hermione moaned deeply into my shoulder. “Almost as much as I wanted to feel you, possess you, fuck you.” The girl was shaking between my body and the wall. “Miss Granger you’ve once again wasted my time. Had I known I would’ve already had you trussed up and naked meant for my use only.” She tried to press closer into my body mewling like a small cat. “You know that’s earned you a punishment don’t you?”



“Yes Sir” she breathed out.



“Over to your table, take off all your clothes and bend over,” with that I stepped back and watched her stumble forward a step.



She was looking at me with nervous eyes glancing around the library “all Sir?”



Chuckling at her discomfort I lightly slapped the side of her face “are you going to disobey me and make it worse?” She vehemently shook her head no. “Good girl, leave the bracelet on.”



She hurried the short distance back to the table and hurriedly took of her robes. I walked over to my previous place by the window as it afforded me the best view of her while she undressed. Even with just her cloak off she was blushing fully aware of what she had just agreed too. She slowly unbuttoned her long sleeve jumper boldly keeping her eyes on mine. As she peeled it off pulling it from her jeans as she went. The fabric fell to the floor softly the only other sound her breathing. Unbuttoning the top of her jeans I heard the zip go down and she bent pulling them down to her toes without hesitation kicking them off with her shoes. She was in front of me in just a deep blue bra and matching lace panties.



Her face looked up once again and I could see her trembling, motioning with one finger for her to come closer she padded softly around the table. “Bra” I said my voice coming out huskier and lower than I intended.



Reaching back she unclasped the bra quickly then straightened out her arms letting it slide down and onto the ground by my feet. Unable to resist I reached out and gently tickled the flesh of her breasts not touching the hardened peaks even when she arched into my teasing. Squatting I trailed my fingers down both of her sides. The witch was so responsive shaking as my fingers coasted over the rise of her hips. Her skin was soft and silky beneath my calloused fingers; the stark difference between my pale skin and her natural color mixed with the flush of arousal was a beautiful site. Hooking a finger in the sides of the soft lace I pulled it slowly down her legs my fingers ghosting slowly over her thighs. It was slow and torturous but I made no protest when she fidgeted.



Finally when she had stepped out and was completely naked I drank in the sight of her. Sure she was a student, but lets be honest she wasn’t a girl anymore she is a woman. Running one long finger between her already soaking folds I chuckled as she leaned forward into the touch. Her skin was silky and smooth, the outside shaved hairless the inside a warm slick cavern. Quickly swatting her outer lips I was rewarded with a squeal and a jump.



“Rest your palms, chest and face on the work desk.” She was so quick to comply bending over with her ass facing me. Her legs were tight together though and that simply wouldn’t do. I kicked her feet wider and she pushed back obviously trying to get closer. I’d been gentle so far but this was a punishment not a reward. “Arms stretched out to the side” the naked slut cast a curious look over her shoulder but complied without question. With a quick flick of the wrist ropes appeared twisting around her soft wrists and ankles. They pulled and tugged slightly as they went to the edges of the desk making sure she was nice and taut preventing anything more than squirming. Her feet were tied to the table legs, arms to the top of the table legs.



Ropes had caused her legs to spread as wide as they could, her chest was pushed into the table and the pressure flattened them. She was breathing almost as if she were on the edge already. I delivered two hard slaps one to each cheek. She was trying to hide her reaction from me but it wouldn’t last long.



“Now that I have you in a more pleasing position Miss Granger let’s discuss what you’re being punished for. Do you care to posit your ideas?” I was smirking cruelly but she couldn’t see.



“For – for not telling you about the bracelet, or my saving your life?” she managed to say it fully enough, but her tone suggested a question not a statement.



“You don’t sound so certain of that, are you certain Miss Granger?” I was drawing my fingers down her backbone.



Much more boldly she said, “yes Sir, I am certain.”



Smacking both cheeks three times harshly I raised my voice “wrong. There is more than that. While both those are grievous offences on their own you’ve been very bad lately.”



She whimpered, “I walked out of class.” It was breathless and quiet, but it was there.



“Yes, not just that but your defiance the morning after I caught you acting like a first-rate hussy in my storeroom exacerbated the issue. You clearly lack discipline and if you truly desire me to dominate you there is a lot you need to learn.” I was tracing her back gently as my last act of kindness for the moment; after all I just found out that she was the witch who took a possibly fatal risk for me without question, and with no desire to use it against me. It made her ten times more appealing if that were possible. “Let’s add public masturbation to the list shall we, and inciting the sexual interest of a Professor.”



The girl groaned on the table and closed her eyes tightly. Terror that she had been seen that night, that this punishment would be too much for her to handle was coursing through her veins, but the scent of her arousal was just as obvious. She liked that she was going to be pushed, made to break, testing her limits.



“Tonight will not be easy for you. However, if you make it through without complaining and without too much noise we will be able to discuss the possibility of a future, do you understand?” When the girl gave and eager yes Sir I stood back to admire her a moment more before removing my robes and rolling my sleeves up to mid forearms. “Miss Granger I witnessed your flagrantly slutty display after the Slytherin party, for that you will be spanked.”



Using lighter hits knowing my intentions for later I alternated between both cheeks and both inner thighs. It was enough to make her whimper and give out light cries of pain leaving a stinging pain in its wake. I did not stop till each inch of flesh was made pink and beautiful. For nearly fifteen minutes the girl took the assault on her sweet flesh eagerly. As this phase neared its end she was even attempting to arch up into the hits, which was causing the ropes to dig into the flesh around her ankles and wrists. Her juices were dripping out of her hot cunt. Clearly a pain slut.



Squatting behind her satisfied with my work so far I applied kisses and licks all over her two cheeks. Lowering myself I avoided the one place she really wanted to be touched focusing on her leaking arousal. Careful not to touch any of the no doubt overly sensitized flesh I licked up all of the arousal that had dripped down onto her thighs groaning as the sweet and tangy flavor assaulted me taste buds.



“You took that beautifully Hermione, now onto the next part.” I’d accio’d the cream and a crop from my rooms, somewhere they were flying through the halls hopefully not passing by unsuspecting students. Waiting for their arrival I just leaned against the windowsill and silently watched her. It seemed she could feel my eyes and she squirmed under the heat of my. The movements caused the most delicious sounds to come from her mouth. From this angle there could be no better image either unless perhaps those two pert ass cheeks were spread apart. But I would save filling that ass for another night.



When the two objects flew in she heard them and attempted to look but couldn’t really move her head or body enough to see. Walking forward again I hit her with the crop lightly three times to give her, her first exposure to the weapon.



“For not informing me of your role in my survival as you should have which would have spared us months of this back and forth nonsense you will receive a beating from this crop.”



“Professor –“ she cried aloud “if you keep hitting the same spots I don’t know if –“



“Oh you can and will take it Miss Granger. Now do you need a gag? If at any point you feel you can’t control your noise level or word choice just shout gag, I will alleviate that problem for you.” She groaned lightly at that threat and shook her head no.



Starting at her shoulders I hit more gently knowing that not only would less harsh hits hurt just as badly but the less fleshy areas simply couldn’t take as much. Her body was tense and I could see her worrying her lip between opening her mouth in silent moans. About halfway down her back she started crying silently no longer capable of truly hiding how much it actually hurt. Her chest was heaving with some difficulty against the table. As I continued my slow dissent I let my other hand wander to her swollen lips. Despite the pain she moaned at the contact and pushed vainly towards the hand. Satisfied that she was exactly the little pain slut I’d imagined she would be I pulled my hand back wiping the fluid easily on her cheek.



Finally at her ass once again the hits started to fall heavier, each eliciting a pained groan. I wasn’t being nice or gentle and I wasn’t going to let up. “Gag” she yelled out.



“Are you sure? You’ve done so well till now Miss Granger, it’d be a shame if you couldn’t rise to the challenge” my usual cold tone back in place.



“I, I don’t want to get – caught – you could be in – get in –“



Recognizing her concern I traced the red angry trail I’d left down her back. “Miss Granger there are no students in the library, and the silly old bint left, it is just you and I.” She seemed to relax into the table so I leaned down over her the fabric of my trousers and shirt rubbing against her sensitive flesh. A strangled cry escaped her mouth at the new sensation and the pressure against her body. “Embarrassed to be found with your old, cruel potions Master hmm?”



“No” she cried out trying to arch up into me despite the pain. I pressed my erection harshly into her ass but she resisted the urge to pull away. “To hell with anyone who sees” she finally whimpered out.



“So then witch what’s the issue?” her face had a beautiful combination of worry and pain on it.



“I don’t want you to get fired,” she whispered.



Laughing coldly I moved back and hit her twice with the crop “do not worry about such things Miss Granger, we can work it out in detail later.”



Pulling away entirely was difficult. What I wanted to do most of all was unbuckle these now uncomfortable trousers and slam into her as her body was practically begging me to do, however that simply would not work. I had to maintain control, yes I would cum tonight and I would deny her. Tomorrow, if she was good I perhaps might allow her to cum finally. Tomorrow I would deal with details like age and appropriateness. Tonight she needed to be punished for denying me what was rightfully mine, for keeping me in the dark on the incredible thing she did saving me life, and that wonderful note that convinced me it wasn’t to be wasted. Well, nearly convinced me to say I wasn’t still bitter on some things would be a lie. Dropping the crop to the floor I pulled out my wand once more then unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers.



Her body grew taut with anticipation at which I could only chuckle darkly. The little slut thought I meant to take her. She would be thoroughly miserable when she found out my real intentions. A cruel smile was forming on my face and I knew a bit of teasing was in order. Pulling my hot flesh from my pants it jutted out in her direction. A quick resize of the desk allowed her to be perfect level and made her even more vulnerable as her feet no longer touched the ground removing even that minor semblance of control from her.



Approaching her from behind I pressed my body to the side of her hip. The witch closed her eyes and moaned at the contact before squirming in her new position. Starting at the base of her neck I traced a line down her entire back, enjoying that she held a breath for the entire trip. Finally I was at the tip of her bum, a place where one finger had already thankfully been on my part. Spreading her cheeks and lightly teasing the puckered hole I watched it clench and unclench for a moment as if it thought it could draw my finger in. With two hard hits to each cheek as I released them I moved down to her swollen and drenched lips. Ghosting over them I ignored her little cries and the nub she no doubt wanted me to pay attention too.



Finally I sank two fingers deep into her slick heat. She was to tight; so warm I almost abandoned my resistance then. Pressing my needy cock against her hip with more force I brought my other hand into the equation.



“And last but not least” I hissed “a punishment for your childish display this morning. Disrupting my class and behaving with absolutely no self control.” With no further words I let the tip of my wand hit her right cheek.



There was a sharp zap and she cried out into the dark empty library. So I turned it to the next cheek, this time it seemed as if she’d regained some control over her voice and by biting her lip kept the pained yelp in as more of a groan. My two fingers were still pumping in and out slowly and I could feel her muscles contract each time I touched my wand to her flesh. I paid lavish attention to her back and the side of her breasts with the instrument laughing often at the pained noises she made. But the assault from the fingers counteracted it to a certain degree. She’d yell in pain trying to pull away, then immediately try to push back and get more from the fingers.



Curling my fingers against the front of her slick chamber I found a spot that unhinged her. “Oh god, please Professor, please.”



“Please what Miss Granger?” I let the wand hit a cheek once again and this time she moaned at the sting, a moan that sounded heady with pleasure.



“Please do that with your fingers again” she sighed out, struggling for regular breaths.



“What this?” I curled my fingers once again and watched her feet flex and her body shake with the pleasure from it all. Thrusting my cock against her body several times in a row I curled my fingers in time with the electric shocks my wand was giving her. After twenty more of those I backed off slightly once again and she moaned in protest.



“No, please, don’t stop, please don’t” she cried out.



Coming up behind her I let my hard cock rest against her slick folds. I could feel the muscles spasming and trying to pull me in even from the outside so I thrust up letting the entirety of my length coast between the wet lips until the base hit her clit and then back. Eventually I started timing it with little shocks applied to her thighs and sides. Each shock now earned a deep pleasurable moan and had she been thinking clearly she would’ve wondered how this constituted as a punishment.



Pulling mere inches away from her skin I let the wand make contact with her outer lips and smirked as the pained gasps were back. But each pulse seemed to bring on a new wave of arousal for the girl. She was fucking outstanding. Spreading the now sensitive outer lips with my fingers I let the wand fall 5 times in rapid succession to her sweet inner lips avoiding her clit. Judging by her attempts to arch into the pain she would be near cumming and that might be enough to send her over the edge.



Finished with the torturous instrument I tossed my wand onto the table and placed the underside of my hard cock hard against her inner lips and thrust carefully to only lightly brush against her clit occasionally. Her whimpers and pleas for more were quickly causing tension in my sack so I just kept pumping, quickly and harshly her juices keeping my cock well coated. After five more minutes panting heavily with exertion and gripping her tightly against myself I felt my sack tighten and let out a growl. Maintaining my pumping I watched as my seed shot out and all over her ass. When the last spurt had come out I finally stilled my motions then stepped back and zipped up. Collecting my wand and the crop I put them next to the table before grabbing the cream.



“What a sight you make miss Granger, all red, swollen and randy like this.”



“Please Sir, I have to – I’m begging you –“ she was near sobbing.



“For what Miss Granger? What is it you think you so desperately need?” I knew I was being cruel, but I was also rubbing the lotion into her thighs and nearing the upper part of them. She seemed to take that as a suggestion that I was going to give her what she wanted so as I grew near and coated some along her outer lips she moaned and tried to press into my hand. Not bothering to admonish her for the whorish display I pulled my hand back and started on rubbing the lotion into her ass. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you,” I finally said, voice laced with humor.



“I need to cum” she pleaded, “oh god please Sir, I need your fingers, your cock, whatever you’ll give me.”



The last bit made me laugh, whatever I’d give her hmm? That could be creative. “Listen to yourself Miss Granger, you sound like a desperate whore, is that what you are?” My fingers were still deftly rubbing the lotion in, until finally I was done with both cheeks and grabbing my wand cast a simple healing charm on the other abused portions of her body leaving some bruises.



“Yes, yes I’m a desperate whore” she echoed easily, probably not even aware of what she sounded like. “Please don’t – please just let me cum.”



Letting my fingers trail to her drenched lips I toyed with the sensitive outer lips before dipping into them and letting one singular finger slip into her hot channel.



She was moaning very loudly no longer caring about where she was. “You little fucking slut” I hissed, “begging for your Professor to put anything in your tight little cunt. You’ve got no shame, no decency. Stripping and allowing your self to be tied up and used like a harlot. That’s what you are right Miss Granger? A slut?”



“Oh god yes I’m a slut” she cried out. “More please! I need more.”



I rubbed a second finger against her tight opening teasing the entrance “if I wanted it you’d let half the school fuck you right now as you are tied to this desk. You wouldn’t care who saw you or who was in you as long as I wanted it, isn’t that right my little slut?” She moaned and bucked against the table “I need an answer Miss Granger. If I wanted to let any number of people fuck you while I watched would you do so willingly and enjoy it?”



Bucking against the table once again I smirk at her hungry cunt trying to pull my two fingers into her. “Yes Sir, I’d do whatever you wanted, I’d enjoy it” she was fully keening now. Smirking coldly now I pulled my hand back and landed two hard smacks on her cheeks.



“Oh please” she pleaded, “please Sir, have mercy!”



Waiting a moment just to watch her squirm and writhe I pulled my cloak back on and pocketed the crop and lotion keeping my wand in hand. Moving to the other side of the table I readjusted it so her feet would be back on the ground. Her beautiful pleading and knowing I’d rubbed my cum deep into her skin with the lotion was causing my cock to twitch and rise a little. Releasing only the ropes on her hands I watched her weakly try to support herself. When she pushed up those two perky breasts were exposed and the cool library air immediately tightened both nipples even further than her arousal had if that were possible.



She kept her eyes lowered to the table “please Sir, I’m begging you I need to come.”



The witch would have to learn to look at me when she begged and had the ability to do so. “No Miss Granger you do not need to, you want too.” She groaned and looked up with fire in her eyes, before she could begin begging again I leaned across the table and gripped her chin after lightly slapping her face. “Don’t you dare even think about arguing Miss Granger, my word is final, you must learn that” her eyes lowered. “You will not cum tonight at all Miss Granger, you will not cum until I allow you too.”



“And when will that be Sir?” she questioned meekly.



“Tomorrow” when the girl looked hopeful I hissed the next word “night.” Her face fell a little once again “you will come to my office at 6pm after dinner and you must eat a full meal. At some time I will let you cum, but you will have to learn patience my little slut. Oh and wear something I’ll find pleasing.” Releasing her chin I released her legs from their binds. “Get dressed and go back to your dorm” on a second thought when I realized I wouldn’t want to have to be gentle with her the next night I cast a healing charm and she gasped as her thighs and bum stopped burning. Without any further words I turned and left the naked Head Girl behind in the library. On my walk back down to my dungeon chambers I couldn’t help but smile, not only had I found a good little slut to both train and use harshly as I truly wanted, but I’d found the woman who saved my life and whose words had breathed life back into my abused and worn body.



Yes, just as I suspected, I would break her, but she would enjoy it the entire way. The witch would be mine; I would own her from the top of her silky curls to her curling toes. That sweet little cunt would be mine in no time.









Author’s Note:



I’d apologize for the delay, but I don’t think it’s really been that long! Doctor’s appointments and a couple of other steamy yet wonderful stories on here distracted me, shout out to CryingCinderella on that one. So this one is longer, I almost split it into two sections, but its all Severus’ POV and I like to alternate the two… Maybe I should start combining.



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