If the Crime Fits the Punishment

ok.... i know every one is getting tired of this, but i gotta do it. cover my butt and all, you know. i am merely dipping my imaginative quill into the ink well of j.k. rowling\'s literary world to have fun. i don\'t own any of the harry potter characters. i\'m just letting them have fun where they will. my thanks to ms. rowling for bringing them to life. :)

secondly, i will enact the smut warning here again. i have a tendency to like to be raunchy. if you don\'t like it, don\'t go there. nuff said.

any words appeaing bracketted between tildes ~ are meant as thoughts.

more for simone. and apparently, lori as well. enjoy ladies. please let me know what you think!

Chapter Seven: Snake Out of the Bag
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Kendra had to be dreaming. There was no way she was awake. Snape was supposed to be chained to her wall. Not leaning over her, making threats. He was the one who was supposed to be under her control. He was the one who was supposed to be the victim. He was supposed to be powerless against her rage. She wasn\'t supposed to be the one bound hand and foot to a bed. A bed that, oddly enough, held the mixed scents of old leather and spicy liquor. Ye flipping gods, she was bound to Snape\'s bed!

How did that happen? She\'d made sure everything was properly warded, responding to only her voice and certain incantations. How could the slimy bastard have gotten out? She felt his hand brush her bare skin, was overcome by a mind numbing panic. This was real. She wasn\'t dreaming. Somehow, Snape had managed to get out of his bonds. He had brought her back to the castle, to his private chambers. She was tied to his bed, and she was helpless.....

No, she wasn\'t helpless. She was a witch, and she could do magic. She had just opened her mouth to cast a charm when Snape\'s voice slithered over her bare flesh like a cold caress. She shivered at the feeling. \' In case you have gotten any ideas, I must warn you that there is nothing you can try that will release you. I have done exactly as you did, and warded my rooms. All my personal belongings. Against everyone. And I must tell you, I am far more accomplished at it than you are.\'

\'How did you escape? I had everything warded to respond only to my voice,\' she demanded. His chuckle was no more reassuring than his words had been.

\'Actually, I have you to thank for that. If it had not been for this book you left in my robes,\' At this, he lifted the book up to where she could see it. Her eyes went wide when she saw the spell book held in his long fingers. \' I would never have been able to break your wards. I do not know where you found it, but it will be very nice to have it back in my possession.\'

\'Your....possession?\' she stammered in shock. \' I don\'t think I understand.\'

\'This book belonged to my family. It was in our personal library for many years. It disappeared about twenty five years ago. Until today, I had given it up for lost,\' he replied, an arrogant smile stretched across his face. \' You should know, you silly girl, that any ward you placed on the book would be ineffectual against me. It is, after all, my own property. Had I not noticed it sticking out of my robes, I would still be bound in that miserable dungeon of yours.\' His voice hardened at the end of his sentence. It made her want to crawl away and hide.

\' I have no idea what you\'re talking about. I never took the book out of my rooms. I certainly wouldn\'t have left them in your robes! I may have been a Gryffindor, but I was never stupid!\' she spat at him vehemently. Her situation was wearing her nerves thin. She knew without a doubt that Snape would not be kind to her. He had never liked her, and she had teased him without remorse. She could only imagine what he would deem acceptable payback.

He slipped away from her long enough to light several candles about his bed. The little bit of the room she could see was as dark as he was. It gave her a deep sense of dread, almost as if she knew somehow she would never leave his chambers again. Anger gave way to a second wave of panic, compelling her to tug uselessly against the bonds that held her. He had her tied with scarves, and they were secure. He laughed out right at her attempts. The sound made her look up at him. The bastard was actually smiling! A not so very nice smile, either.

\'You are completely at my mercy, Miss MacLeod. I can do to you whatever I want. And no one will come to rescue you here. My chambers have been fitted with Silencing spells. You can scream your bloody head off, and no one will hear. If you chose to do so, make sure I am not here,\' he told her, now sounding very put out with the entire conversation. \' I do not wish to suffer a headache from your childishness. I would be rather put upon not to reprimand you severely for it.\'

\'You insufferable bastard! How dare you?\' she cried, her tone indignant. He laughed again, a sound something like liquid velvet. It cascaded over her like a waterfall, sending ripples of pleasure skittering along her spine. A man who never smiled, who never showed anything but sneering discontent, should not have a laugh that could bring on a full blown orgasm.

\' I dare all I bloody well like! In case you have forgotten, it was not more than two hours ago that I was chained up and being treated as if I were nothing more than dung under your heel! You will get every thing you deserve!\' he told her, his voice quiet in his anger. A thought raced across his mind that almost had him smiling. ~And probably then some!~

\'Dare I ask what you intend at this moment?\' she glared at him, the hatred making her eyes glow like jewels. His smile returned, spreading slowly across his face like an iceberg. His gaze flicked down the length of her naked frame, the meaning making it\'s self known in his black eyes. She wasn\'t sure how he managed it, but the piercing orbs grew even darker with pent up desire.

She was scared shitless by now, but she wasn\'t going to let him see it. She gathered all her anger, allowed it to shine out of her eyes like a guiding light. \'Are you sure you know what to do with a naked woman, Professor? Other than belittle her, that is?\' she questioned haughtily, her tone telling him she thought the answer was no.

\' I should think you would be more cautious of your most precarious situation, Miss MacLeod. After all, you are at my mercy. What little of that feeling I possess,\' his voice was hard as steel, lacking completely in warmth or emotion. She spat a muffled curse while pulling at her bonds once again. They did not give any more than they had the last time. She was getting desparate. There was no way she wanted him to touch her. She was already too close to the edge. If he laid even a finger on her, she would go over the edge of madness and never be able to climb back up to sanity.

For so long now, her anger had gotten her through daily life. It had been as much a part of her as her skin, hair, or eyes. It had nursed her through most of her days at Hogwarts, and she had used it to shield herself from so much. Now, it seemed as if the anger was giving way to something else. Snape was no longer the mean, nasty Potions Master. He was becoming a person. And she found herself oddly attracted to him. It was disconcerting. It was strange. It was completely scary. The anger she had nurtured like a child was changing on her. She had no idea how to deal with it. Now, to top it off, he was going to make good on things she had only teased him about earlier. He had every intention of having sex with her.

Severus watched the emotions play across her face. He knew he had her scared, despite her bravado. He found he could dredge up nothing more than smug satisfaction. Well, there was a certain amount of anticipation, but no need to belabor the point. To hell with that, yes there was. He put a knee up on the mattress, next to her hip. \' I think, Miss MacLeod, that I will surprise even one as jaded as you,\' he told her in his softest voice, laying his hand on her back. The muscles beneath the extremity tensed, and he smiled. It stirred him to know that she was afraid of him. He held all the cards.

His hand skimmed down her back, over her delectible rump down her legs. She quivered beneath his questing digits. His fingers wrapped around her ankle, then the scarf slipped away. The process was repeated with the other ankle, and she found her feet had been freed. His hands wrapped around her legs. In a moment, she found herself flipped onto her back. Her arms were now crossed one over the other, extending them so that her breasts were pulled up. She presented a tantalizing view.

His fingers crept back up over her calves, her thighs, finally coming to rest just below her exposed labia. They were still slightly puffy. He looked to her face and found her staring at the ceiling, completely ignoring him. He allowed his thumbs to slide along the seam of her pussy lips, prodding them open. Her body never even twitched. When he slipped a finger between the folds of flesh, she was not quite dry, but not wet enough for his liking. He wanted her ready, her body aching for him.

She felt Snape\'s head move up, his hair trailing over her skin. It felt like silk, soft and feathering along her legs. The sensation caused a shiver to race up her spine, but she refused to look at him. She couldn\'t control the jerk her body gave, though, when his mouth settled over her partially swollen lips. His tongue slipped between them, dipping into her tight vagina. He could feel the slow trickle of moisture gathering from his tongue\'s persistent work. A grin spread over his face. She could ignore him, but she couldn\'t keep her body from responding.

Kendra felt the flush creeping up her face. He was making her want him. Right then and there. She had to do something before her legs fell open and she practically invited him in to stay. She searched her brain for something, anything that would be boring. Anything that would make them both stop. It came to her, a blinding flash of brilliance from her seventh year. A potion Snape himself had gone on about for nearly a month straight. She could still recall even the most minute detail of it. The damned thing had taken the better part of a week to mix and brew properly. Still staring straight above her, she began to loudly call out the list of needed components and the required amounts in the most bored tone she could manage.

Severus lifted his head, a look of utter astonishment on his face. Here he was, doing his very best to properly eat the girl out, and she was acting as if she were in Potions Class again. The potion she was reciting at the top of her lungs was one they had spent a great deal of time on. If he remembered correctly, she had scored higher than Granger had on the final product. What was going through her mind? Was she completely crackers? Then it hit him, and he had to give her credit. She was droning on about anything to distract herself. Which told him she was trying very hard not to enjoy herself. Well, he\'d have to see what he could do about that.

He bent his head to his task, thrusting his tongue up into her damp pussy with renewed vigor. He would make her acknowledge that she was enjoying this, or he\'d kill them both trying. Her legs quivered, but didn\'t move otherwise. She was actually managing to keep herself from responding to him! Damnation, the woman was infuriatingly stubborn. He would just have to redouble his efforts. She certainly couldn\'t remember the entire potion, could she?

Five minutes later, he was convinced she was put on the earth solely to make everyone\'s life a misery. She not only remembered the entire potion, she could clearly recall every little snippet of monologue he\'d given on the subject. What it did, what would happen if the wrong ingredient were added, or too much of the right one. He swore she had better notes on the subject than he had. However, from the taste of her desire on his tongue, and the quivers that shook her voice at the odd moment, he knew it was only a matter of time before she broke.

She was resisting him for some reason, and he wanted to know what it was. Her gaze was still firmly glued to the ceiling, so that he had to wonder what she found so thrilling as to keep staring the way she did. Clearing his voice, he decided he would get a reaction, one way or the other. He rose up over her until his face was just over hers. \'Very good, Miss MacLeod. I was not aware you paid such great attention to detail. I feel it was so well done, I will generously award five points to Gryffindor. I would like you to recite another potion for me, so that I may check my notes. Perhaps you could manage an even tone this time? I do not recall my voice quivering with supressed desire, as yours did. I imagine I was not denying my feelings. As some people seem to do regularly,\' his tone was dry, pointedly informing her he was referring to her particularly. His eyes bored into hers. She could smell her essence on his lips, telling her without words she was a liar.

Kendra wanted to tear her gaze away from his. She couldn\'t. She refused to look away. Even with his eyes boring into hers. She could see the desire for her, mixed with the need to dominate, in them. Why was it that her scent could, on him, make her lose even more of her precious control? Her brain struggled with his words for a moment, until their meaning rang in her head. \'My arms are sore from this postion. My voice showed pain, nothing else,\' she said, her voice just barely above a whisper. He cocked an arrogant brow at her in disbelief.

\'My voice is most certainly not quivering with desire. You must need your hearing checked, Professor,\' she denied as sweetly as she could without sounding too anxious about it. He cocked a brow at her. Stubborn chit. He would have her admission of need. No matter what he had to do to achieve it. He slid from the bed, her eyes tracking his movement across the room. She could rather enjoy watching him walk around naked. Not that she\'d admit that, either.

She watched as Snape stepped over to a side board. Swinging one of the doors open wide, she saw it contained his personal supply of liquor. He lifted out a crystal decanter, followed by two cut crystal goblets. He set them on the top of the ornate cabinet, then poured a finger of the dark amber liquid into each glass. He replaced the decanter, closing the doors silently. Turning on his heel, he brought both goblets over to the bed. \'Perhaps you would like a drink?\' he asked, his tone still as commanding as ever.

\' I doubt whether you would like me to soil your sheets,\' she sneered. \'Seeing as how I can only lift my head a fraction of an inch, I will have to decline.\'

\'Nonsense,\' he placed a hand under her shoulders and lifted her as far as her bound arms would allow her to go. Then he graciously tipped the glass so she could sip the beverage in it. It went down her throat, burning a fiery trail. It was mellow, and she found she liked the taste. Her eyes swung up to meet his, and he didn\'t need to hear her ask for more. He tilted the glass once more and allowed her a longer sip. He set her goblet down, then lifted the other to sip his own drink.

Kendra had to admit, the alcohol tasted good. It burned a path through her veins, relaxing her tense muscles. It also gave her a curious feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her head felt a little light. When she looked at Snape, he was smiling in a knowing way. She opened her mouth, but found no words immediately forthcoming. She gave him a puzzled look. He merely set his goblet down, a distinct distance from hers, and climbed back onto the bed with her.

\'Now, Miss MacLeod, shall we continue? You may recite another potion for me, or you may simply give in and admit your desire. It is your choice,\' he told her, his hands closing over both breasts. Her nipples peaked, stabbing into his palms. She merely shook her head in mute denial.

His mouth took the place of one of his hands, his tongue circling the pebbled tip of her breast before his teeth latched onto it almost visciously. Her body arched beneath his, her legs rubbing the length of his erection. It was enough to make him groan. He needed to be inside her, to fuck her soon, or he\'d never be able to get off. Just what he needed. He\'d gone for far too long without a woman, and now that he had one, he was going to end up with a serious pair of blue balls that not even Madam Pomfrey would be able to fix with one of her many potions. He decided then and there that blue was *not* his color.

His body moved up, covering hers. She could feel the hardened length of his cock rubbing it\'s way up the inside of her thigh. She managed just barely to keep a straight face. Time had run out. She could recite potions for hours, and it wouldn\'t deter him. His hands grasped her knees, bringing them up to rest against her chest. The head of his cock rested against the opening of her slick pussy. He leaned forward until his mouth was level with her ear. \'You will admit your desire for me,\' he repeated, then his hips were pushing forward.

He thrust in, felt her body tense as his cock tore through the thin membrane that marked her virginity. He chanced a look at her. Her eyes were once again focused on the ceiling, but he could see a film of tears in them. A moment passed while he allowed her body to accustom it\'s self to him. The tight muscles gripping his erection were relaxing ever so slightly. He took it as his cue to begin deep thrusts. She kept her eyes from straying to his, but she couldn\'t keep her hips still. They rose up to meet each of his strokes. Her muscled walls gripped him tight. He had to grit his teeth to keep his orgasm at bay. He\'d been denied too long the opportunity to get off, and his balls were ready to blow now.

When he had settled into a steady rhythm, his hips pounding against hers, he raised up on his arms. Her legs pinned against her chest kept her breaths shallow, so she was already panting. He looked down at her. She refused to meet his eyes. \'You want me,\' he said softly. She shook her head. \'Tell me you want me. Admit the truth,\' he hissed the words into her ear in a low voice.

And with those words, the truth welled up in her throat. She bit her lip to keep them back. What had he done? The desire to tell him was so overpowering, she could feel blood on her lip. Her teeth had cut into it in her effort to avoid giving him what he wanted. She threw her head from side to side in mute denial, but she was choking on the words. Her breath exploded from her lungs on a gasp. \'I want you! By Merlin\'s hairy toes, I want you more than I\'ve wanted anything in my life!\'

A triumphant smile spread over his mouth, and his efforts redoubled. She glared up at him, and it suddenly made perfect sense. \'You overbearing ass! You put Veritaserum in my drink!\' she snapped. He inclined his head, his hips never losing their pace. \'Very good, Professor. Do you have any more questions you need to know the answers to? I should have known you would sink to trickery, Professor,\' she was back to sneering his title with contempt.

\'Call me Severus,\' he ordered, hating to hear his title from her.

\'Oh no, Professor. It would be very unseemly of me to call you by your given name!\' It was her last defiance, refusing to use his name. She could see it was working by the anger in his eyes. They narrowed on her complete disreguard, and he was determined that he would hear his name on her lips. He demanded, and she denied. His hips beat at her, his cock plunging deep and hard into her tight pussy. Still she would call him by nothing more than his title. When he could finally hold back no longer, he allowed his anger to guide his actions.

His hips bruised hers, yet she held back the one thing he couldn\'t make her give him. He tensed, feeling his testicles squeeze tight. With a low roar, he came. Her body cradled his spurting cock deep with in it, milking him dry. She kept her gaze averted. His temper snapped, and he slipped from her barely moments after his final thrust. \' I am damned tired of your insolence!\' his voice thundered around the stone room. She never once flinched, didn\'t even blink to acknowledge she\'d heard him.

Swearing under his breath, Severus jerked the scarves from around her wrists. Her arms fell limply to the mattress beneath her, the circulation long having fallen asleep. She lay sprawled across his bed, a combination of his seed and her virgin\'s blood staining her thighs. He gripped an arm and pulled her roughly from the bed. She stumbled after him, trying to gain her feet on wobbly legs.

They left the bedroom, entering his office. He had a large wooden desk there, and he dragged her over to it. One arm swept the everything from the top of it to the floor. He threw her down onto it, face first. He was not gentle, and she knew this would leave bruises. He had a wand in his hand, and swung it at her. The incantation he muttered produced ropes that bound her, spread eagled, over the top. A cupboard on his right produced a thick wooden paddle. He swung hard, without any warning. The hard wood connected, leaving a stinging behind that made her squirm.

Kendra groaned as the smooth wood made contact with her posterior. She was stunned at her admission. She hadn\'t intended to give him that bit of power over him. His insistance that she should call him by his first name had been too much. It may not be much, but she was going to deny him that. She would continue to call him Professor, if it made him forgot about her earlier admission. Another whack, and the stinging became a slow burn. He was going to bruise her bottom, if he wasn\'t careful.

\'Until you call me Severus, I will continue to paddle you. I will spank that luscious ass of yours until it is black and blue. I will have my way in this,\' he spat between gritted teeth. The paddle connected with her soft flesh once again. It brought forth a loud groan, and her hips squirmed restlessly. She could feel her cheeks heating with his abuse.

\'No!\' she whispered. He clenched his teeth and brought another blow down. Her back arched, her body jumping with the force of the impact. Curiously, even though it hurt, the spanking was making muscles low in her belly tighten. With need. She could feel moisture flooding her pussy, and she groaned. She could not believe that his bruising punishment was exciting her. But it was. Her juices trickled down her thighs unchecked. She couldn\'t even clench her thighs together, her legs were bound so far apart.

Severus saw the sparkling fluid rolling down her legs and smiled. She wanted him, even now while he spanked her. He held the paddle off so he could insert a finger into her hot cunt. Gods, she was tight! Her hips rocked back, trying to fuck herself on his hand. He smiled and pulled away. When she whimpered, he brought the paddle down onto her burning ass cheeks again. She jumped, straining at her bonds. \' I know you want me. I want you, too. I want to bury myself deep inside you and fuck you senseless.\'

To prove he meant what he said, he rubbed his hardening cock against her pussy lips. She whimpered again, her hips instinctively arching back to find him. \'You can have me, all of me, if you only do as I say and call me by name,\' he said gently. She shook her head again. He could see tears of frustration in her eyes.

He sighed loudly into the silence of the room, then brought the paddle down once again. She yelped out loud this time, her hips jerking violently with the connection. Her ass hurt now, and she didn\'t care. She wanted him to fill her. It was all she could think of. It would be so easy to give in and give him what he wanted. But something held her back. She wasn\'t sure what. The next strike make her cry, and her belly tightened. He was going to make her come just by spanking her.

\'Say it,\' he commanded. She didn\'t move. The paddle whistled through the air. The crack made her jump, while the contact set muscles to clenching. Her body jerked, and she felt herself orgasm hard. He had won yet again. All she cared about at that moment was his cock filling her.

\'Severus!\' she wailed as the paddle struck for the last time. He could hear the desire in it, her need for him ringing out loudly in that one word. He dropped the paddle and slammed his cock into her to the hilt. She had her face resting against the desk top, her hair hiding her submission from him. He twisted the fiery tresses around his fist, pulling her head back so he could look her in the eyes.

\'Say it again,\' he demanded, his hips slamming up against her burning cheeks once more.

\'Severus,\' it came out as a whisper, but no less potent than the time before. His hips pounded hers while his hand held her head up by her hair.

\'Good girl. I suggest you remember it. Call me Severus. Or perhaps Master. I. Own. You. Now.\' Each of the last four words was punctuated with a hard thrust. She nodded as much as his hand would allow her, tears leaking from her eyes. He was right. She had surrendered the last bit of herself when she\'d uttered him name.....

end chapter seven.
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firstly, as always my profound gratitude to my support group. i\'m so glad every one likes this. you guys are all great. Madam Shark, Kenly Sekuri, Lori and Simone..... vielen dank! (my deutsch is rusty. did i spell that right?)

lori: hope it\'s interesting enough for you.

simone: i agree and i\'m going to try and keep him a surly lout. no dickhead-ectomy for snape here. i, too, think he can be both...... i\'m going to try, so please bear with me! and sweetie, no bribes needed!

as always, feel free to make suggestions. they are most welcome, and i enjoy trying to get the two of them to do someone else\'s bidding. besides my own, that is.