The Tenth Rule

Chapter 8.



All the students deemed detention with Professor Snape as the worst possible punishment next to being expelled. Possessing a terrifying temper without it even being provoked and well known for his vindictiveness anyway, no one survived any detention with him without dissolving into tears or trembling with nervous fatigue, usually both. Neither Alice nor Bethany was immune; such were his exacting standards. He would not let them leave until he was satisfied that whatever task he had set them had been done properly, and if it wasn\'t he\'d have them do it again, no matter how late in the evening it was. Often they had not left his dungeon office or his classroom or the potions storeroom until well after midnight, tired, angry, humiliated, weeping, demeaned by his scathing, ruthless, razor-sharp critical tongue. They had no time to enjoy any free time for themselves, not even at the weekend as it was taken up with cramming in their studying and set paperwork they\'d been unable to do during the weekday evenings, and even then the weekend evenings were not free of detention, for at 8 o\'clock just as every evening during the week, they had to report to him to discover what other awful and exhausting work he had in store for them.





\"Far from perfect, but adequate,\" murmured Professor Snape as he examined the purple semi-glutinous mass in the large cauldron that Bethany had spent all evening preparing. It was a standard, magical potion that solidified into a special water retaining gel that was in constant demand by Professor Sprout for the magical plants in the Herbology department. It was a laborious, time-consuming task for Professor Snape to make this concoction so he often inflicted this chore onto students as a form of detention. It was very straightforward to make, quite harmless and so simple even the most idiotic student excelled in this particular potion making unsupervised. It just required a lot of time in preparation and stirring over a very hot cauldron, so he had set this task this particular evening for Bethany and Alice whilst he busied himself with marking the day\'s essays.



Bethany had not expected praise, she\'d never get that from him, but she felt an inner glow of relief that he was at least satisfied with her work. Over the days it had become increasingly important to her to achieve even a crumb of positive acknowledgement from him whatever task he had set her to do.



For two weeks now they had had detention with him every day, and the tasks he had set them had all been difficult, horrible, exhausting, harsh. Manually scrubbing out cauldrons, counting flies wings or dragons scales, crushing a hundredweight of garlic for the sap that made both girls physically sick from the stench which they could not rid themselves of for days, pulverising bones into the finest powder, standing before large caons ons full of boiling hot potions that needed constant stirring that made their arms and shoulders scream with agony whilst feeling faint, dizzy and nauseous from the extreme heat. Professor Snape was a hard taskmaster, unsympathetic, unfeeling and downright cruel.



\"By tomorrow evening this will have set. You will then remove it and dice it into cubes no larger than 3 millimetres for Professor Sprout\'s use,\" he ordered bluntly and then moved over to Alice\'s cauldron, his black robes rustling as though made of heavy black canvas.



He lifted the ladle and trickled the liquid from it back into the cauldron much the same as he had Bethany\'s. A thin long line not much thicker than the thread of a spider\'s web poured from the ladle, its colour shone a perfect amethyst, and already, just like Bethany\'s, it was becoming glutinous.



He dropped the ladle into the cauldron with contempt and turned to Bethany.



\"Very well; that is enough for this evening Miss Beddows, you are dismissed. Miss Pearson, a moment please.\"



The two girls looked at each other, Alice in shocked alarm, what was the matter? Her potion was exactly the same as Bethany\'s, they had done exactly the same, it looked exactly the same, acted exactly the same! Why was Bethany being dismissed and not she?



Bethany looked at Alice in equally shocked alarm, and thinking similar thoughts. Why was he asking Alice to stay?



\"Miss Beddows, you are dismissed, \" he repeated his voice low though irritated, \"unless you wish to extend your evening with further detention? I am certain Mr Filch will be more than appreciative of some assistance.\"



Bethany, stinging from the cold nastiness in his voice, slowly removed the protective lab-coat that she chose to wear whenever mixing potions that could either stain or damage her school clothing.



Professor Snape stood there, the slim nostrils of his large prominent nose flaring discreetly as he took in the subtle mixed aromas of heated young girls flesh, clean perspiration mixed with scented deodorant, and the dull flat chalky odour always unique to school uniforms.



He watched her walk to the storeroom to deposit her coat, aware in the peripheral of his vision that Alice stood there nervously glancing from him and the storeroom.



Bethany emerged seconds later and giving a last look to her friend, she reluctantly crossed the room and pulled the door open. Mixed with concern for Alice she felt guilty that she also felt stirrings of jealousy. She couldn\'t seem to help herself and she knew it was ridiculous each time she thought about it, but had it really been her imagination that on various occasions during the two weeks detention they had had with Professor Snape, Bethany had caught him staring at Alice when he had thought they were both occupied? At first she had thought it was just he checking on them, but it had happened once too often to be coincidence. Now she was being sent from the room and that meant he would be alone with Alice. Why? What did he want to be alone with her for?



\"And do not lurk outside waiting for her. Return to your dormitory,\" added Snape crisply.



The door closed heavily and Alice suddenly felt she was shut inside a tomb, the more so when she saw Professor Snape point to the door and mummer so quietly she was unable to hear the words, but she knew instinctively what he was doing, locking the door and adding a silencing charm.



Professor Snape turned his full attention back to Alice. With her heart thumping she stood firm, trying desperately not to show the fear that coursed through every vein chilling her body like ice. Her posture was rigid, and though her small features were set, her eyes betrayed the fact she was very scared.



\"Well Miss Pearson. Without the presence of your staunch allay whom also serves as your back bone, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Beddows?\"



Despite the fact he scared her, she bristled at the Professors spiteful words. She had expected him to scold her for something wrong with the potion she had made, not start asking her questions about her friends!



\"She\'s my friend, Sir,\" she replied, frowning.



\"I am more than aware of that you silly girl, do not be obtuse,\" he snapped impatiently.



Alice swallowed. Her heart beat increasing so much she thought it would burst. She was so frightened she could literally feel her knees trembling. She had always thought that turn of phrase a fallacy, but now she was actually experiencing it for herself. It was true!



\"Are you lesbians?\" They were both muggle girls and therefore he used the muggle terminology.



Alice\'s shocked expression gave him the answer before she finally found the voice to reply.



\"No Sir, we are not!\" She stated, indignant.



\"Do you wish that you were?\"



\"No!\" She exclaimed, appalled. Did he have a right to ask these sorts of questions? Why was he even asking them?



\"No what?\"



\"No...Sir!\"



\"Then how would you describe your close relationship?\"



\"With all respect Sir, what has you knowing the relationship with my friends to do with my detention? \"



Alice knew it was the wrong thing to say, but she said it before she had a chance to stop herself. She clenched her hands at her sides so tightly her nails were biting into the flesh of her palms. He towered above her and looked down at her with his face so stern and severe she thought she might pass out if her heart rate increased any more.



\"It has everything to do with your detention, for I am without any doubt Miss Beddows is a bad influence on you. Now I repeat again, how would you describe your close relationship? And answer the question this time!\"



\"We…we\'re just friends. We\'ve known each other since the day we started at Hogwarts. We get on really well, we\'re almost like sisters.\"



She wished he would move back from her but he remained just inches away his presence totally intimidating and overpowering. His tightly buttoned coat and his teacher\'s robes retained the odour of the assortment of potions he had been involved in brewing during the course of the day, a heavy, spicy smell. She addressed his broad chest as she continued.



\"I suppose some people are unable to make friends and simply don\'t understand friendship, or see something twisted in it.\"



She glanced up at him, and their eyes met. She felt herself standing on the precipice, as though about to drop into terrifying darkness, her stomach flipped.



\"Meaning what exactly?\" He hissed menacingly.



\"Nothing Sir.\" She could barely speak.



\"Do not lie to me. That was obviously a poorly disguised insinuation. Say what you mean.\" His words spoken as always slowly and precisely fell upon her like chipped ice.



\"I meant nothing by it.\" She lied, but something inside her told her to press on, rather than back down.



\"It wasn\'t meant as anything personal if that is what you mean? I\'m sorry you read something there that wasn\'t meant.\"



Professor Snape\'s smile was slow, humourless and tight. He raised his left eyebrow.



\"Well, well. It seems you have known Miss Beddows too long. Attempting to copy her dismal habit of casting foolish remarks is quite pitiable.\"



Professor Snape swept past her and went to his desk. Alice\'s eyes were upon him all the time. What did that mean? What was he going to do?



Instinct told her she had been very silly to try and get back at him albeit subtly. She should have just answered his questions with yes and no and she would probably have been out of the room now. Instead she had in a way tried to be like Bethany as he had accused, but not with what he said, smart mouth remarks, she had in fact been trying to stand her ground and be challenging, even though the attempt was lame and had produced nothing other than more trouble for her obviously!



She watched as he opened and closed several drawers in his large desk, slamming them shut loudly before searching the next one until he removed a large and very thick book. It was well-used, battered and quite old and he slammed it onto the desktop. So taut her nerves she jumped at the sound and her poor heart pumped furiously.



\"Though detention is suitable punishment for your misdeeds, I see disciplinary action is required regarding your lack of manners and respect.\"



\"Professor Snape!\" Began Alice but wasn\'t allowed to finish.



\"Silence!\" He barked. Hands placed upon his desktop he leaned towards her.



\"Though I have never been in any doubt regarding any of the students that have passed through Hogwarts doors, I admit I have misjudged you entirely. Believing you to be nondescript, without character or personality not to mention completely useless at potion making, I discover in the past few days you to be a sly, troublemaking, and scheming little student with no respect or manners. Obviously detention is not enough for the likes of you Miss Pearson.\"



Professor Snape suddenly swept up the book and held it in his hand.



\"I doubt you are even aware of the existence of this book; but it is the Rules, Regulations and Conditions of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry, by which very strict standards are set. Every teacher, professor and er oer of staff is issued with one of these, and the conditions, rules and regulations that concern the students are set out within the contracts your parents signed when you were enrolled here. I trust your parereadread them and were satisfied enough to sign the contract.



\"In this tome, an amendment was added five years ago to the effect corporal punishment was suspended as a form of punishment, suspended Miss Pearson, not bannen exn extreme cases corporal punishment can and still is administered on application to the headmaster, the house master, and the parents of the disciplined student, all of whom are present at an appointed day and time to witness the punishment.\"



Alice stood in the middle of the classroom in total shock. His voice echoed in her ears, the blood draining from her face. Corporal punishment! Before Professor Dumbledore, her parents!



\"But Professor Snape!\" She protested, \" I...I\'ve not done anything!\"



\"That makes matters worse, young lady, if you are not even aware of your insol and and lack of manners.\" He stated sternly.



\"Oh, please don\'t, please! I\'m sorr you you think Iulteulted you orendeended you!\" Her words came out in a tumble.



\"It\'s too late for apologies now, Miss Pearson. \"



\"But Professor Snape, if my parents hear of all this and...and they have to come up to the school!\"



\"You should have thought of that before you decided to start misbehaving.\"



\"If you must punish me...then...\" Alice swallowed at a dry throat. \" Then, can you not do it without my nts nts knowing or Professor Dumbledore not witnessing it. Oh it would be terrible if they were all here to witness that. Please Sir!\"



\"It is not permitted for a member of staff to administer corporal punishment without a written application and the witness of at least another member of staff and the student’s parent or guardian in attendance. Mr Filch will probably administer the punishment.\"



Alice\'s face distorted with horror at the thought and tears began to well in her eyes. She hurried to Professor Snape\'s desk.



\"Please don\'t do this. Honestly I didn\'t mean to insult you in any way. Forgive me.\"



\"Stop your simpering and weeping Miss Pearson.\" He snapped harshly. \" It irritates me and will not change my mind.\"



\"Then do it now.\"



\"It is against regulations as I have already explained,\" he stated evenly.



\"Well then, I might ell ell pack my bags and leave tomorrow, \" she said dejectedly.



\"Don\'t be ridiculous.\"



\"I am not because if you were to summon my parents here to witness me being punished and they heard of all that\'s happened they will withdraw me from the school!\"



\"You are not using that to try and dissuade me Miss Pearson,\" he replied sitting in his chair at the desk and drawing a blank sheet of parchment towards him as though to begin writing the application.



\"I am not, Professor Snape. I know my parents! I am not saying it to get out of my punishment. All I am asking is that you do it now; you are my housemaster after all. Please don\'t bring this before my parents, or Professor Dumbledore, and oh God, not Mr Filch doing the punishing!\"



Professor Snape, his face set sternly, picked up the book and pretended to look through it.



Since the day the two gis des detention had begun he had waited with infinite patience for this particular plan to be set in motion. During the daytime he was distracted from thinking about them, busy teaching and trying to avoid the daily succession of wretched students blowing themselves and everyone else up, but each evening, when they arrived for their detention it had become an ever increasing torture for him to have to watch them and wait for the right time, having decided what he was going towithwith them. Only when he was sure they were both busily occupied would he allow himself the pleasure of casting surreptitious glances at their uniform clad bodies.

Depending on what tasks he had set them they would sometimes remove their pullovers and work in their shirts and skirts, enabling him full view of their young breasts straining against the white cotton, whilst their pleated school skirts hugged narrow waists, accentuating the sensual curve to hips becoming slightly broader, more rounded, whilst glimpses of silken smooth skin of their shapely thighs would be exposed as one or the other would bend over to retrieve some fallen object. Their physiques had both definitely made the change from girl to young woman.



He had sent Bethany away because he had ideas on treating each girl differently and independently. Not only were his intentions to take delight in sampling the untouched forbidden fruit of both these girls he also wanted tsuresure he schooled them both into l obl obedience to him, to do with them whatever he wished with their full and very eager cooperation. To achieve that would take a little time; but it would be time well invested.



\"What age are you?\" He asked as though distracted, busily pretending to read the book. He knew full well what her age was.



\"I\'m sixteen, Sir.\"

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\"Then that is most fortunate for you,\" he replied, looking up from the book, \"as you are no longer considered a minor, there is article 77b allowing waiver of witness. Therefore it is permitted that either headmaster or housemaster administer said punishment at his or her discretion should the occasion be warranted without written application or witness. A full report must be submitted however of the punishment, and included in your school files.\"



Article 77b never even existed but she seemed to believe him and it was unlikely she would ever get access to the book to even check. Professor Snape stood up, and replaced the book in the drawer and slammed it shut.



Alice stood there, her heart hammering, her palms sweating with fear. Good grief, did that mean Professor Snape was going to punish her now?



Professor Snape\'s heart rate had increased also, but not through fear. He was a master at disguising his emotions. He had many years of practise, and outwardly he appeared as severely remote as usual, his face as though set in

stone.



\"Prepare yourself for your punishment Miss Pearson. Remove the lab-coat, remove your underwear, lift your skirt and then bend over one of the front desks.\"



Alice\'s face was appalled.



\"I…You can\'t! \" She gulped.



\"I can and I will and the more you prevaricate longlonger the punishment will last and the harsher it will be. Now do as you are told.\"



His voice was chilling, hard, and Alice felt panic spill over into tears and total fear. She watched him as he turned from her and went into the storeroom.



She didn\'t doubt for one moment that what he was doing was obviously permissible otherwise he would not dare do it. Professor Snape had been at Hogwarts for years, he knew what was, and what was not allowed, and he had actually read that out of the book. Yet she could not bring herself o aso as he commanded, but she knew if she didn\'t he would probably do it.



With legs that felt like leaden weights had been attached to them, she went to one of the front desks. She stared at its scarred top through water-filled eyes. How had all this come about? All the years she had been at Hogwarts, and never had detentions or any severe reprimands, and yet now here she was, about to be thrd! Sd! She was afraid of the punishment but more so shame at the fact of having to expose her bare bottom to her Potions Master! It was just too awful a situation to cope with.



\"I told you to take off your lab-coat, remove your underwear, lift your skirt and bend over one of the front desks,\" He murmured as he returned to thessrossroom. The quietness of his tone set Alice off-guard. If he had barked the order at her, it would have been less shocking.



Alice glanced over her shoulder and saw in his right hand one of thropsrops that he used for sharpening knives, approximately two inches wide and thirteen inches long; it looked very worn and very supple. Her panic and fear increased threefold when she realised this was what he goingoing to use on her.



\"No...no Professor Snape,\" she mumbled, terrified, \"that\'s going to hurt.\"



\"Of course it will hurt, Miss Pearson. Do you not understand the principles of punishment?\" He said as he walked towards her, his black robes flaring, his expression set with a no-nonsense practicality.



\"If you have any doubts, I can delay this and have Mr Filch administer the punishment with Professor Dumbledore and your parents witnessing.\"



\"NO!\" She exclaimed.



\"Then let us get this over and done with now. \"



Trying to stop her bottom lip from trembling as she fought to contain her tears, Alice slowly turned back to face the desk. With her face flaming red in excruciating embarrassment she unfastened the lab coat and draped it on the desk beside her then slowly pulled her skirt up to hook her fingers into her little flower-patterned bikini briefs and tried to pull them down discretely trying to avoid showing anything, which she knew was a wasted exercise for in seconds she would be exposing her whole backside to him! Oh the shame of it was unbearable!



Professor Snape stood to the side watching her, exerting all his control to keep his emotions in check, controlling his breathing, trying to keep it even as the girl\'s innocent and decorous preparations aroused him intensely. Though he had spent many days envisioning this scene he had not been prepared for just how erotic it would be. His body temperature had increased greatly and he felt constrained within the restricted clothing that he wore. As he watched her carefully slide down her knickers he felt his penis begin to fill, thicken and lengthen. He had an erection.



She suddenly stopped, and stood straight, facing the desk, her knickers at her ankles.



\"I said remove your knickers Miss Pearson.\" He warned in a low and menacing voice.



Alice took a deep breath and tried to pretend she was somewhere else and this wasn\'t happening. She had to try and detach herself from this and get it over and done with quickly. With grace and delicacy she removed her knickers and suddenly had them snatched away from her hand. She glanced over her shoulder quickly to see he had them grasped in his left hand.



\"Now raise your skirt and bend over that desk.\" Professor Snape was relieved to hear his voice was controlled, revealing nothing of the ever-increasing sexual arousal he was experiencing.





Once again, and very slowly, Alice pulled her skirt up as Professor Snape watched on, seeing inch by inch palepale delicate untouched skin coming into view, until at last her two small pert globes were completely revealed to him. Withob, ob, she then bent over the desk and the Potion Master had to pause for a moment to gather his calm before he proceeded. Her legs were inadvertently slightly parted and he had partial view of her femininity, noting she had very little pubic hair and that it was as pale in colour as the hair on her head.



For a moment Professor Snape felt a surge of panic. What was he doing? What was he even thinking going this far? He should stop now before it was too late; but he couldn\'t, and he didn\'t want to. The panic was suddenly swamped by his needs and desires. Why shouldn\'t he have some pleasure? So he was breaking taboos. Having abstained for so long, driven to putting up with unsatisfactory hurried bouts with unsavoury hags at certain houses in Knockturn Alley just to relieve himself of his lust, the act involving as much indifference as relieving himself in a lavatory to urinate. Now it was time he had some enjoyment and gratification, and he was rewarding himself with such. Before him, he had a young innocent girl, completely untouched by any man. He even doubted if she had ever had a man\'s hand upon her. In his student years and more so in his Death Eater days he had mastered the art of sexual pleasures and techniques and if he chose had the ability to make any unwilling female more than eager, and this is what he intended with this girl, and her friend Bethany Beddows. For the duration of their time at Hogwarts until they graduated, he would enjoy these two young women repeatedly, feel satisfaction once more, to delight in the flesh of their healthy, clean, young virginal bs, as, and in return they would experience from their Potions Master extra curricular lessons, in sexual pleasure. It could be argued that it would be far better for the girls to be taught by a man skilled in the art, rather than endure the clumsy, inept, hurried, fumbling attempts at intercourse from the unpleasantly odorous and sexually selfish boys in the school.



Alice leaned over the desk, trembling, trying not to cry though the hot tears poured from her eyes, making her cheeks feel itchy. She wondered what he was waiting for. She felt a twist of hate and anger towards him. The bastard was dragging this out, relishing in her humiliation, building up her fear, increasing the tension, and...the pervert, was probably taking a cheap thrill out of looking at her naked backside! As soon as that thought occurred to her, her fear and embarrassment dissolved into outraged anger, but before she was able to say anything, she suddenly heard a strange whooshing sound in the air and then suddenly an explosion of sound ricochet about the classroom, the strop impacting with the soft flesh of her buttocks, the sound echoing loudly; but that was nothing compared to the stinging pain of that first lash. She yelped loudly and her indignation was swept away in her pain and she cried in earnest.



\"Take your punishment in silence, or I will continue indefinitely, and make it hurt far more.\" he ordered sternly as he looked down upon the broad red lash that marked her bottom.



Trying to hold back any sound she sobbed, hiccupping and blubbering as she awaited the next strike, her small hands grng tng the edges of the desk as she breathed in the smell of old wood and ink. Professor Snape brought the strop down repeatedly across her bottom five times with brief interludes between and careful not to strike the same part twice. There was an art to lashing as there was to caning and spanking; it could be a sensuous act if administered correctly, and though its delights were not apparent to Miss Pearson at the moment she would soon appreciate his skilful experience.



He applied the strop another five times and she cried all the more, trying to slide away from the strikes. The stinging, burning pain on her flesh was unbearable! He pressed his large hand onto the base of her back, forcing her to keep still.



\"Is it hurting too much now Miss Pearson?\" He asked spitefully. He dropped the strop from his sweating grasp and wiped his hands on her knickers that he had snatched from her, and stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket.



\"Yes,\" she muttered tearfully, \"please stop.\"



\"Such pitiful considerations.\"



Thinking the punishment was over she begun to stand up. Her bottom felt as though it were on fire and her whole body ached from the tension of all her muscles being clenched up for so long.



Suddenly she felt herself pushed forward a.


\"I do not believe I brought this punishment to an end.\"



Suddenly she felt his hand on her bottom. Shocked, she held her breath, her body rigid once more. What was he doing? Suddenly his hand pulled away and within milliseconds returned but striking with a force that further fuelled the fire of her flaming buttocks. She yelled out in pain the impact of the blow jerking her against the desk.



\"Oh Professor Snape, stop please!\" She didn\'t know which was worse, the strop or the force of his hand!



\"This is punishment Miss Pearson, to remind you that respect and manners is above all else, a vital requirement whilst you are a pupil of mine. This punishment is meant for you to remember, for you to feel genuine shame and regret for your bad behaviour, and not to repeat it again!\"



As he spoke he continued to spank her, but the style of spanking altered. Instead of horizontally across the buttocks he alternated each one and struck, vertically more so on the lower portion of her bottom, close to the separation of her buttocks. To Alice\'s shameful confusion and utter humiliation, these blows were no longer quite so painful; instead, they sent ever-increasingly powerful, tingling waves inside her as though travelling through her rectum and femininity to meet up in an ever-increasing swell of sexual excitement. His steady rhythm of controlled spanking continued increasing the powerful feelings upward, forward, inward, and deeper as though thrusting and massaging against some inner erogenous zone she never knew existed.



She was suddenly aware that unconsciously she had started to move with his rhythm, that thrusting herself against the hard wood upon each impact was in some small measure increasing the pleasure. Her breasts, crushed and compressed by her weight within her lacy bra ached, her nipples swelling and sensitive as they were rubbed with each movement. Shocked at what she was doing, she suddenly forced herself to stop moving whilst at the same time she was suddenly aware that Professor Snape\'s other hand was slowly and firmly massaging with his thumb and forefinger the dimples either side of her backbone just above her buttocks. It felt wonderful, increasing the feelings deep inside her and seemingly to connect invisibly, to her clitoris, stimulating it. Though she tried to deny she she was in fact, intensely aroused, and was even more mortified with the realisation that she was further excited by being semi-naked before him, and that he could see her most intimate area. She did not want him to know she was so aroused, and yet to her utter chagrin she began to feel thick liquid moisture rapidly begin to gather and worse, she was certain she could feel it begin to trickle from between her legs.



Being face down, she couldn\'t see Professor Snape\'s smile of triumph. His gamble had worked. She had responded to the punishment. He had achieved that sexual connection with her and there was no turning back. He would make her realise her true nature he’d suspected she had. Oh she would be shamed, embarrassed and pretend she had felt nothing, but there was far too much evidence that gave her away and that she was in fact enjoying this sensual spanking. She no longer protested, but moved with his controlled and measured blows, and he could smell her arousal. If she had showed no signs of responding he would have stopped and not make his next move; but he was confident now that he had her.



Stopping his spanking the room fell deathly silent. Only their increased breathing could be heard. Professor Snape rested his hand upon her back whilst the hand that he used to spank her rested upon her bottom and then after many long seconds began to gently stroke. There was neither sound nor murmur of protest from the girl and that encouraged him all the more. She lay there, placid and docile and let him feel her. Gently squeezing, stroking massmassaging her he let his fingers slide between her buttocks, feeling her tense a little in surprise and shock that he had touched her so intimately, lingering briefly to gently graze an area that was even virgin to herself, before he slid his hand further down to rest upon the inside of her thighs.



\"It appears yet another side of your nature emerges. You are indeed full of surprises. \" He stated quietly, his fingers lightly sliding across her skin, slippery from her excitement that had leaked from her. Very slowly he applied pressure.



\"Open your legs Miss Pearson.\" He murmured in a voice of warmed velvet; soft, caressing and sensual.



She couldn\'t believe what she was doing, that she was actually co-operating! But she couldn\'t seem to help herself. Slowly she moved her legs further apart, and then suddenly felt his fingers move with authoritative knowledge and experience into the slick wetness between her legs.



Alice gasped at the sensation. She didn\'t know what she was doing, or why she was allowing him to do this, but she wanted him to do it, she was enjoying it, she had never felt anything so wonderful before, it felt so amazing being touched here like this.



Though she was of age and legal consent for sexual activity, she knew Professor Snape was doing something totally wrong, even illegal and would be fired immediately were it known. She couldn\'t believe he would take such a risk and this fact enhanced her excitement. What Professor Snape was doing was bad and forbidden and the fact she was allowing him to touch and feel her was equally as bad and forbidden and it excited her powerfully. His fingers rubbed her wetness rhythmically with firm pressure but avoiding the very spot she needed him to rub the most. She groaned and immediately bit her lip.

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\"Have you ever been touched here before Miss Pearson?\" He asked quietly, staring down at her intensely. The heat of her smooth hot wetness excited him intensely, her soft inner folds thickening and swelling under his ministrations.



\"No.\" she breathed, an icy blast of shame rushing through her, quickly melted by her arousal.



\"No what?\" nappnapped and suddenly she felt his slick fingers pinch cruelly at her swollen clitoris. It both hurt and surprised her.



\"No Sir!\" She whimpered. Though it had hurt initially its after effects doubled her pleasure.



He moved his fingers and let them slip into her, pushing them in a little further as he continued to massage, stretching her slightly. He immediately discovered she was intact. She had never had intercourse. She was most definitely a virgin. She felt very tight, very hot and very wet. Her muscles quickly contracted, wanting deeper penetration. He resisted the temptation.



\"No one has ever touched you here Miss Pearson?\" he repeated once more, \" Not even yourself?\"



Glad she was face down on the desk and that he could not see her embarrassment, Alice\'s teeth grazed her full lower lip. Should she tell him the truth, and give him perverse satisfaction, or should she lie, and allow herself to be triumphant?



\" I once... I tried once.\"



He detected her lie immediately.



\"I would not suggest untruths at this moment in time. I can tell by your reactions that you have never masturbated, Miss Pearson. You have.\" he paused, arching in victory, \"…a virgin\'s eagerness. Tell me, why have you not done so already?\"



\"I don\'t know. It\'s…it\'s a shameful thing to do.\" She couldn’t believe this, it seemed so surreal, discussing the most private sexual matters with Professor Snape as he touched her intimately!



\" It is a shameful thing to let your Potions Master feel and touch you in the most private places. I believe Miss Pearson you hide behind a demure demeanour that is totally false.\"



\"I...I...\" Alice could barely speak so pleasurable the sensations. She could hear Professor Snape\'s words yet was powerless to even think coherently let alone answer his questions that were as sexually arousing as the manipulation of his fingers. His talking to her in this way added to the experience.



\"You have shown yourself to be disrespectful and a liar and have now revealed the fact you are also sexually wanton, aroused by spanking and permitting a man to touch you in this way...you are a very bad girl indeed Miss Pearson.\"



\"No....\" she groaned in protest.



\"Do not deny it.\" His fingers slipped up to her most sensitive part. \"I can smell and feel your arousal. You have produced copious amounts of lubrication. Your clitoris is hard and distended. You might be a liar but your body is not. You are enjoying this, Miss Pearson.\"



Alice groaned loudly as she felt his experienced fingers rub her in small circles with just the right pressure, just the right speed. Her legs trembled and she was grateful for the support of the solid desk beneath her.



Professor Snape\'s penis was hard, and painful, his balls full and tight against it. He enjoyed feeling her and humiliating her whilst vocally arousing her further by describing her intimate sexual state. He desperately sought relief but would not; not yet. It was far too early for him to introduce her to that. That would happen another day. For now and the next few occasions he needed to seduce her, to have her want him, desperately, feverishly, until she was devotedly his, to do with as he pleased.



He applied more pressure to his fingers and rubbed with quickening circular friction. He heard her gasp again and saw her trying to stop instinctively moving her hips. His lubricated fingers massaged her swollen clitoris with increasing pressure.



\" Oh...Professor Snape,\" she groaned. His fingers were wonderful. She felt the material of his jacket rubbing between her legs, the ruff of his shirt cuff tickling.



Her pleasured groan sent extreme shockwaves throughout his genitals. For his own sake he had to stop soon.



He suddenly pulled his fingers from her, and stepped back from her, arranging his heavy robes that they covered the front of him so that she would not see his straining erection pressing against the front of his trousers and distorting the line of his jacket.



He looked down at her, laid across the desk, vulnerable, pure, her hair tousled, partially covering her flushed face, her school skirt hiked up about her waist, her legs open, her femininity swollen, glistening, inviting entrance, her blonde pubic hair darkened by the moisture that had seeped from her and that which he had spread with his fingers. Professor Snape\'s endurance was sorely tested, he desperately fought the urge to kneel down to lick and suck her clean, to swallow and relish her virginal syrup; but the denial was all par the the sexual experience, the tension, the prelude of the pleasures to come. He knew the wait would increahe ihe intensity of the pleasure ten-fold when the time came.



\"Your punishment is over Miss Pearson. You may get up and leave.\"



Alice felt crushing disappointment that Professor Snape had stopped. He had aroused her to heights that only a few milliseconds more and he would have made her climax. She felt very swollen and very wet between her legs, and lowering her skirt, she slowly turned about to face him. She could not bring herself to look up at his face.



Professor Snape looked down at her and saw the glow of sexual arousal flushing here whe whilst the imprint of the desk marked her left cheek, along with the tracks of dried tears.



\"You are a dissolute, indecent girl and must be punished for that.\" He stated quietly. \" Now go.\"



How could he say that? Was it true? After all, she had allowed him to do that to her! Alice finally looked up at him. Yes,stilstill intimidated her, the more so after his use of the strop on her, but now she saw something more. He stood tall and authoritative before her, shrouded in black, his black hair in tendrils about his face that was unusually flushed, and she saw his forehead was damp with a film of perspiration. His black eyes were fierce with a frightening fiery intensity she had never seen before and this time they did not scare her so much as fuelled the need for him with such ferocity she gasped. She looked at his mouth and suddenly longed to be kissed by him.



What was the matter with her? She had been humiliated, and then spanked by this man, the hateful, horrible, old, nasty, sour-tempered Potions Master; he had obscenely, without shame, felt her most secret intimate parts that no one, not even her own doctor had touched! And she had liked it, no, more than liked it, enjoyed it and had desperately wanted him to continue! What had happened? How had he changed frvil,vil, hated, bastard of a teacher to a man she wanted to have touch her? Was there something wrong with her or was she as he accused; a wanton, dissolute, indecent girl and that was why she reacted this way? Had he seen that in her, even before she was even aware of it and took advantage of that? She knew that was not true. There could only be one other reason that seemed impossible but the most logical. He was an experienced, mature man, whom though she had always disliked, she had admired and respe. Hi. His preference to remain alone, distant and private had always been a disturbingly mysterious and attractive puzzle. He never ceased to amaze them all with his intelligence and formidable knowledge on magic and potions, and she now realised his knowledge far exceeded those two subjects. Was it possible that her fearful admiration and fascination of him hid a perverse attraction for him that she was totally unaware of? Why else would she have permitted him to take such liberties? She could have screamed the place down and gone running straight to Professor Dumbledore; but she hadn\'t. She knew Professor Snape had taken an enormous risk doing what he had done. She would not say anything, because she knew that her silence was permission for him to do it again and possibly more, and she wanted that, she wanted to be taught by him. There was no other better teacher.



\"May…may I have my knickers please?\" She said quietly. Despite of, or perhaps because of what had taken place she was still very shy, very confused and somewhat perversely did not want Professor Snape to know she had enjoyed what he had done to her, even though she knew he did.



Professor Snape drew them from his pocket and before he handed them to her, to her painful embarrassment, he made an exaggerated point of wiping his fingers, glistening from her excitement onto the material.



\"They are not school regulation rwearwear Miss Pearson. See that you wear them in future. I will check. Failure to do so will result in further…punishment.\" He said sternly.





Blushing even greater now, she took them from him and rather than dress before him, she quickly stuffed them in her skirt pocket.



Professor Snape pointed to the door and she heard him murmur, and knowing he had released the locking and silencing spell, she fled from the , th, the pain of her spanking dulled by her excitement, nerves, and agonising embarrassment!



Who would have thought? It was impossible to believe! She had experienced her first sexual act with, of all people, a man much older than she, who was also her Professor of Potions, and she had taken great pleasure in it! The whole illicit nature of it was even more thrilling. She obviously could not say a word to anyone, not even Bethany. Alice had to grin to herself, Bethany would probably be so repulsed and outraged she would storm off and report him to Professor Dumbledore. No she must not breathe a word to anyone, it was a secret.



The moment Alice shut the door behind herself, Professor Snape cast another locking and silencing charm at the door. With fingers still partially lubricated from her, he put them to his mouth; he licked, delicately savouring her taste and then sucked her completely from his fingers as he slowly walked to his chair at his desk. Seating himself he groaned deeply as he freed himself from the agonising restraint of his trousers, marginally regretful he had removed all her wetness from his fingers. He would have enjoyed rubbing it along his aching and swollen masculinity, mixing it with his own weeping secretions instead of his saliva that now thickly covered his fingers.



Despite Professor Snape\'s orders for her not to lurk about in the corridor, Bethany did. She pressed her ear to the door but could not hear a sound. She even went as far to peek through the keyhbut but there was nothing other than blackness. What was going on? Alice was just a student he was their Professor, surely nothing untoward was happening, was it!? Bethany tried to put it from her mind, telling herself she was being silly, that it was a stupid notion borne frealoealousy but despite how awful Professor Snape was to them, she wanted to be alone with him, just as Alice was.



She would have waited all night in the cold and dank corridor if she c unt until Alice came out, but suddenly the poltergeist Peeves who made everyone\' s lives a misery appeared in the dimly lit stone passageway and scared the living daylights out of her. The minute he spotted her he pulled at her hair, and screamed with deafening maniacal laughter until she was forced to run from the corridor in fear he would alert Professor Snape, and then ran straighto Pto Professor McGonnigal.



\"Miss Beddows!\" The elderly lady admonished, as she straightened her hat and brushed down her robes.



\"Oh I\'m sorry Professor McGonnigal!\" Apologised Bethany profusely. \"It was Peeves, he was chasing me. I\'ve just finished detention with Professor Snape.\"



\"Well then, hurry along back to your dormitory. It\'s just past midnight!\" The elderly witch admonished.





Bethany turned onto her side and saw Professor Snape in her mind\'s eye. That dark, smouldering malice and nastiness glowing in those obsidian eyes of his as he told her to leave cut her to the cored yed yet despite this her body ached desperately for him. Clutching her pillow tightly to hlf wlf whilst trying to ignore the throbbing ache deep in her femininity, Bethany tried to get to sleep.



Alice quietly slipped into her dormitory, relieved to hear the gentle snoring of her roommates, all in deep slumber, totally oblivious to her highly charged emotions. As quietly as possible she retreated to the small bathroom to make ready for bed. Her mind continually re-enacting what had transpired and how it had happened? Why had she even allowed him to? But despite how ssibssible it all seemed, at that moment she felt no disgust or remorse at what had taken place. Herksidkside continued to tingle, the pain from the spanking had receded greatly and she now realised that he had in fact been sparing with the punishment, using it as an excuse to lead on to what had taken place.



Alice glanced at the full-length mirror in the bathroom, and as though she were watching herself from a great distance, she slowly hiked up her skirt. She turned reluctantly, and a gasp fell from her lips when she saw her backside. It looked bruised; an angry purple where the blows had been most severe, and surrounded by a red halo. The fabric of her skirt fell from her hands as she clapped them over her mouth.



Was this something Professor Snape did? Choose certain students and sexually abuse them for his own gratification? It seemed very unlikely and despite what he had done to her, she could not envisage Professor Snape as some sexual predator, stalking and praying upon the female students. She was confused and could not understand, any more than she could understand how she had so willingly let him touch her in such a way! She had wanted him to stop as much as she had wanted him to continue. Was it true as he said, that another side of her nature had emerged that until now had been hidden even to herself? Was she some naughty, dirty, sluttish girl that enjoyed being spanked and then sexually molested by her teacher, a man much older than she? She could not begin to work it out, nor did it help that she burned with unsatisfied needs. The professor\'s words had been as sexually exciting as his fingers and she knew she would not be able to rest until she rid herself of the highly aroused state she was in.



In fear of being discovered pleasuring herself in her bed, or that her cries might disturb or wake one of her roommates, Alice sat on the bathroom floor and quickly thrust her hand beneath her skirt and felt herself, hot, wet and swollen. This is how she must have felt to the Professors fingers and she closed her eyes and relived those momentst het her small, smooth fingers were not his long, strong confident fingers, slightly roughened and calloused from years of corrosive potions, and the many burns and cuts he had suffered. Her climax came quickly, powerfully but gave little satisfaction, knowing that would only now be achieved by Professor Snape.





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A/N. Thanks to Sevfan and Panda-Monium for their kind reviews. Such thoughtful encouragement is very welcome. Professor Snape in this tale is bitter, dark, enigmatic, morose and even resentful, and whilst not everyone’s preference on how they like Snape to be, that’s how the character comes across to me in the books as in the films and how - I must admit - prefer him. It might be worthwhile adding that from this chapter onwards the sexual themes will become increasingly darker, and just a gentle reminder of the warning from the first chapter tha sto stories that involve themes of S & M and/or sexual relations between characters with distinct age differences disturbs or offends you, do not read The Tenth Rule. You will not like it. You have been warned.