If the Crime Fits the Punishment

let\'s get this out of the way first...... we know j.k. rowling is the person who thought up this wonderful world. i\'m just jumping in and enjoying it more than some. i\'ll get out and let everything go on as before when i\'m done.

a note here....some of my descriptions from this point out may be a little more intense than you may be used to. yes, that means i\'m getting raunchy. if you find this offensive, you continue at your own risk. you have been warned.

here you go simone, this one\'s for you! ;p

Chapter Six: Sweet Torture
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Kendra returned to the dungeon room only five minutes after she left, still clad only in a few small pieces of black lace. Snape watched her as she sauntered forward. She wore the first gentle smile he\'d seen on her face since she\'d begun the whole mess. She carried a bottle in her hand, and his gaze strayed to it. Chocolate syrup? What in bloody hell was she planning now? Did she plan on eating sweets in front of him? Surely she didn\'t think that he would consider that torture?

\' I don\'t know why I\'m doing this, but I\'ll do it anyway. Who knows? Perhaps you\'ll find it absolutely unbearable,\' she shrugged a shoulder while pulling the top up on the bottle. Giving the container a little squeeze, he watched the small bubble of brown liquid rise to the surface. She put her lips around the...nipple, there was no other word for it, and sucked. He closed his eyes for a moment, holding tenuously on to the groan in the back of his throat. When he opened them, she stood directly in front of him.

\' I know the lash was nothing to you, but I feel the need to soothe the red and hurt away. If you\'ll allow me?\' she questioned. He cocked a brow at her as his only response. She took it as a positive answer, then upended the bottle. The cool, thick liquid dribbled down his chest. It was a startling contrast to the heat brought about by the whipping. He already felt sticky from the sweet syrup. He was truly thankful that no one could see him like this. He\'d be the laughing stock of the school if his fellow educators knew he was being coated like a sundae.

Her tongue slid up the center of his body, bringing his thoughts back to his present situation with a jarring crash. This was so *not* what he had imagined would be happening. Not to say that it was entirely unenjoyable. But the truth was, this was still her twisted idea of torture. And he\'d be damned, but it was working.

Muscles tightened when her tongue, hot and wet, circled a chocolate covered nipple. Her teeth grabbed the small nubbin of flesh and pulled it between her lips. He couldn\'t hold back the groan this time. Her lips on his nipple, her breasts pressed into his stomach, were sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his body. Hot, needy lust that he hadn\'t felt in many years. His hands pulled against the cuffs, rattling his chains loudly. Damn her for this! He\'d never wanted a woman so badly. The sad part of the whole thing was she had told him she hated him. That hate was her motivation for all this.

A hand slid over his hard cock, and his hips jerked. That should have been mortifying. Actually, he found it a pleasant thought. She had made it impossible for him to move, but she had overlooked his hips. He would be embarrassed about it later. Maybe he\'d find some relief, after all. Her hand slid away, though, before he could use it again. He spat a curse out loud, bringing her laughter bubbling to the surface.

Her chest bore smears of the brown liquid from licking it off his flesh. He wanted nothing more than to clean her breasts for her. With his tongue and mouth. She seemed unaware of his gaze, her attention focused solely on the bottle. She tipped it over and poured more syrup on to him. Chocolate dripped from his shoulders and oozed it\'s way toward the floor. She poured a healthy amount over him, until he thought she had dumped half the bottle on him. His chest was almost entirely covered with the topping. Her tongue dived back in and began lapping at it.

Snape\'s eyes rolled shut as her lips wrapped around his nipple again. She was doing the most wicked things with her lips and tongue. He didn\'t want them to continue. He certainly didn\'t want them to stop. Her hand curled over the bulge in his trousers again, making him flex his hips instinctively. Her tongue swirled over one nipple, then the other, laving them clean. Only to pounce on them happily and suck them some more. He groaned, wanting his hands free. Wanting alot of things he didn\'t think he\'d get.

When she pulled away from him again, his eyes snapped open. She was smeared with as much chocolate as he was. It covered her face and chest. Her fingers were coated. He scowled at her for a great many reasons. Mostly for stopping and looking like a piece of chocolate he suddenly had a craving for. Her eyes were resting plainly on the tent in his trousers, and he was certain he saw a calculating gleam there.

For a moment, Severus was certain she was going to walk away and leave him like that. So it was much to his surprise when she dropped to her knees before him and reached for the fastenings on his fly. She had the black material pooled around his ankles before he could even think to speak. By then, she was busy pouring chocolate over his cock. \'Miss MacLeod?\' his voice was strangled when he asked the entire question in her name.

\'Yes, Professor?\' she grinned, then leaned forward to lick the chocolate off the head of his erection. Her tongue concentrated particularly hard on the small slit, cleaning it of the sweet mess. Her hands reached for his thighs, steadying herself with his legs. Then she was slipping her lips down the length of him, drawing him deep into the moist recesses of her mouth.

\'Oh, gods....\"he groaned loudly. Her mouth sealed over him like a vacuum, sucking on him as if he were a lollipop. He watched her head move back and forth, his hands fisted uselessly by his sides. Her tongue slid up the underside of his shaft as she pulled back. His cock twitched in her mouth. She glanced up at him through her lashes and bangs. There was devilment lurking there. She pulled back just a bit farther before slowly taking him back into her mouth.

His hips could hold themselves still no longer. They surged forward, slamming his shaft to the back of her throat. She nearly went backward with the force of the blow. If not for her hands on his legs, she would\'ve fallen over. She grunted in her throat, the vibrations making him crazy. They echoed up his length and through his balls. If she kept that up, he wasn\'t going to last long enough to enjoy this.

Even as the thought was finishing in his head, she pulled completely away from him. His hard on sprang free of her mouth. A near roar bubbled up out of his throat. Kendra stood up. Chocolate was smeared all over her body. He snarled at her. \' Is this how you get all your men?\'

\' In case you\'ve forgotten, Professor,\' she hissed his title. \' I was a ghost in that school for seven years. Moaning Myrtle was seen more than I was. The last year has been no different. I still spend much of my time with my nose in a book. Men don\'t give me a second glance.\'

\'That\'s a bloody lie! You are.....\' he stopped himself before saying beautiful. She eyed him curiously for a moment, then picked up the syrup. She stalked over to where she had dropped his robes, scooping them up into her free hand. When she faced him, he could almost swear she looked hurt. But she covered it nicely with a scowl and left him with a flick of her wrist.

Severus swore long and loud into the silence of the room. Why the little twit should get to him was beyond reasoning. But he felt guilty for having put that look on her face. And, to top it all off, the rotten wench had left him with his trousers around his ankles! Mean spirited woman. Not only was he next to naked, he was still hard enough to cut glass. He was furious. He vowed that when he got out of those chains, he\'d happily strangle the obnoxious chit.

He wasn\'t certain how long it took, but Kendra eventually came back. When she appeared in the room, she was swathed in his robes once again. The look on her face was hard. It told him any of the playful feelings she had previously had were now gone. She withdrew her wand from the pocket of his robes. For a moment, the tip leveled it\'s self on his chest. Then it moved a little and pointed at a spot about five feet from where he was chained.

A bed appeared there, a single affair that looked comfortable after all the time he\'d spent on his feet. She conjured a few more candles, setting them to floating around the bed. The light was soft, but bright enough that the bed was fully illuminated. She turned her back on him and moved toward the bed. When she stood next to it, she faced him again. The smile spreading her generous mouth could only be called evil. She was planning something new.

For a brief second, her gaze flicked to his still erect organ. It twitched at the attention she gave it. Then she looked into his eyes. Her smile widened. The robes fell off her shoulders to puddle on the floor yet again. He groaned loudly at the sight of every inch of her bared to his hungry gaze. This time, his cock jumped. She merely lay back on the bed, propping herself up on the pillows.

Severus could see her whole body. She had cleaned the syrup from it. And she was as naked as the day she was born. Her breasts jutted up, her nipples flushed and distended. Her legs were parted ever so slightly. He could just see the swollen pink lips hidden beneath the triangle of red hair. And they were swollen. Either she had truly enjoyed what she\'d been doing, or someone else was helping her along. That idea made him see red for the briefest of moments. Why, he was uncertain. But it did.

The haze faded, though, as he recalled her own words. There were no men in her life. So, if he were following his own logic, that meant she had found nearly devouring him as pleasurable as he had. If that were the case, it appeared that she was possibly as tortured as he was. That idea was worth some thinking. He was nearly smiling over it. Then her hand moved and slipped up to cup a full breast. He groaned as he watched her hand fondle the nipple that peaked her mounded flesh. She was going to torture him with her own pleasure, it seemed.

Kendra forgot Snape was in the room as she twisted her nipples between thumb and fore finger. She was so hot from the entire chocolate episode that she\'d even throw the Potions Master to the floor and happily fuck him to death. Instead, she decided to use her own desire as further punishment. The remark about tying men up to get them had hurt tremendously. It hadn\'t been all that long ago that no one would look at her. She knew he wanted her. For some strange reason she wanted him, too. It was scary how emotions twisted to suit themselves. She hated him. She was sure of it. So these feeling of desire were alien and frightening.

She heard his sharp intake of breath. He was definitely watching her. She allowed one hand to creep over her belly toward the junction between her thighs. She shifted her legs wider apart, allowing him to get a very clear view of what she intended. The foot of the bed faced him squarely, so he would see it all. Her finger delved between the dewy folds of her vagina. She was wet, juices pearling along the seams of her lips. He could actually hear the squelching sounds her finger made as it stroked back and forth. He groaned loudly.

She panted a little, deepening the strokes of her finger. A second joined the first, and she buried them in her hot channel with slow, lazy thrusts. Her thumb rode over her clit, applying enough pressure to make her hips buck up. He could see it all from his position. Her lips were swelling even further open, giving him spectacular view. Her hips rocked on their own as she sent her fingers ever deeper. They slid in up to the second knuckle. The squelching noises were growing louder. So was her breathing. The pants were shortening, getting sharper.

Severus growled as his cock jumped. Her show was making him ever harder. It was getting beyond painful. He wanted nothing more than to crawl between her legs and shove himself deep into her welcoming pussy. Her breath became strangled, and he focused his attention on her. He could see the muscles fluttering low in her stomach. Her fingers were buried as deep as she could get them, and her thumb ground against her clit without mercy. He panted with her. She was going to come, and he fervently hoped it would set his own orgasm off.

\'Oh, gods....\' she moaned loudly. Her hips jerked upward into her hand, her breasts bouncing erratically. He watched her face flush. Her back arched up off the bed and she cried out loudly. In moments, her body settled against the mattress. Her muscles trembled from release. Her hand slipped from between her thighs, still splayed wide. Her fingers glistened with her arousal. Trails of her juices snaked down her thighs, painted her nether lips a gleaming pink. Her breath still came in great gasps. She lay still on the bed and it was some time before he realized something. She lay perfectly still atop the mattress.

Severus watched her for long minutes before he decided she lay asleep before him. She was sprawled naked across the mattress, her body still exposed to him in a most enticing manner. His cock was still hard, but he didn\'t notice it as his gaze swept the area in front of the bed. His robes lay in a heap on the floor, and something gleamed from the pile. Narrowing his eyes, he squinted and found she had stashed a book in them.

Hoping in vain, Snape muttered the charm the would bring the book to him. Surprisingly, it did. When he held the tome in his hands, he was shocked. This spell book had once belonged to his family. It had disappeared some years ago. How she had come across it, he was uncertain. But he knew one thing. She could no more ward the book against him than she could now keep him from freeing himself. He floated the book in the air in front of him and used one hand to turn pages. Ah, the correct spell. He read out the words, and the cuffs at his wrists snapped open. Glorious freedom was at hand. And so was the means to make Kendra MacLeod pay for ever thinking of wishing harm on him.

Scooping his trousers up in one hand, he slid back into them as best he could. He would have to do something about his hard on. But not until he could be sure the sanctimoniuos little bitch was helpless to stop him. He lifted his robes, slipping back into them. He was happy and pleasantly surprised to find his wand tucked away in them. He conjured a cloak for the sleeping girl, knowing with the spell book in his possession, he could undo any ward she had cast.

Kendra didn\'t awaken while he wrapped her naked body into the cloak. Thanks, in part, to almost the exact spell she had used on him. She snuggled against him, settling deeper into his arms. Wand in hand, he Apparated the two of them out of the stone room, sending them to the gates outside the school. Casting a simple charm that would divert the eye to elsewhere on the off chance someone saw them, Severus opened the gates and entered the grounds. Blessedly, he saw no one as he made his way up the long drive to the front door. It seemed forever before he was once again safely ensconced in his dungeons.

With the doors locked safely behind him, Severus set about securing his bundle. He settled Kendra on his huge bed, laying her on her stomach. Then he withdrew several scarves from his drawers, things that hadn\'t seen the light of day in many years, and tied her to his bed. He divested himself of his clothing, throwing them about the room haphazardly before crawling up onto the mattress next to her slumbering body.

Kendra felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and frowned. Who would be....? Surely not Snape. He was properly chained to the wall. She must be dreaming. But a hand touched her, smoothing her hair from her face, and she dragged her eyes open. She could just make out Snape\'s face, hovering near hers in the dim light. She let out a squeal and jerked, but found herself firmly tied down. \'Do you remember, Miss MacLeod, when I said there would be hell to pay? When I told you that I would extract payment from your hide?\' his voice was low, very deadly, nothing more than a whisper. She swallowed uneasily, then nodded.

\'Good, because I have come to collect,\' he promised darkly, and a shiver passed down her spine. \' I do so hope you enjoy getting what you gave, because I am going to make your life hell.\'

His dark voice washed over her like black silk, and she shuddered. Dear gods, she was truly in trouble now.....

end chapter six.
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my thanks to all my supporters. you guys keep me going. and you all know who you are...... ;p thanks millions.

this and the next chapter should make you happy, simone. don\'t worry, severus thinks kendra needs a good spanking, too! ;p

once again, i\'m already plotting. keep telling me what you want. it\'s sort of what i live for!