Punishment in Slytherin

“Marlena?”

Oh, he is so amazing, Marlena mused dreamily as she gazed at the back of Draco Malfoy’s aristocratically blonde head. And he’s Head Boy, along with that mudblood bitch Hermione Granger. I’m so glad he’s in my house.

“Marlena?”

The transfer from Durmstrang to Hogwarts hadn’t been easy for Marlena. She’d had to leave behind all her friends, her popularity, her favorite professors, Victor… that bastard. She had only recently learned of the affair he had with that bookish mudblood here in England. She could have killed him.

She almost had.

“Marlena!”

No one was terribly shocked when the Sorting Hat put her into Slytherin. She was actually rather fond of their dungeon abode, and, although she was terrified of Professor Snape, she thought he made a wonderful Head of House. She was doing everything she could to fit in, and it seemed to be working. She’d even started purchasing green and silver outfits and accessories.

“Marlena Derevan! Fifty points from Slytherin for your apparent inability to pay attention in my class!” Minerva McGonagall shouted, at the end of her patience. Marlena’s head snapped up, and her jaw dropped. Oh no, not this, she thought frantically. I’ve only been here a week! She looked around nervously, her cheeks burning, to see most of the Slytherins glaring furiously at her. Tears begin to fill her eyes, and she wondered if she were actually Slytherin material.

Suddenly, Draco turned around. He was smiling.

The rest of the day was a teary blur. News of her screwup in Transfiguration spread throughout all of the Slytherin house. Even little first years were glaring at her as she passed. Potions, though, was the worst. Professor Snape looked even more murderous than usual, and it was all directed at her. He yelled at her for everything from her slouch behind the table to her wrinkled robe, until Marlena started to cry. Luckily for her, she did it unobtrusively, and no one really noticed.

Except for Draco, who merely smiled. Again.


As Marlena began the descent to the common room, her stomach began to churn uncontrollably, and she feared she would vomit. Wouldn’t that be great, she thought angrily. I’d be a drain on my house, and a mess. Marlena paused on the pitted gray stone steps to take some deep breaths; it worked, and her nausea went away. At least I won’t have to face them all when I’m about to throw up.

It took all the courage she had to pull open the doors to the common room and step inside. And as soon as she did, she knew something was wrong.

Everyone was there. From the youngest first years, so small without their robes, to the oldest seventh years, Draco Malfoy prominent among them. The other six year boys were present, but none of the seven other girls in sixth year were present. They seemed to be the only ones missing. What the hell is going on? She thought frantically, her nausea coming back. As the door clanged shut behind her, every eye in the room pivoted her way. Almost as one, they rose, and Draco Malfoy moved to the front.

“As you know, Marlena, it is one of my duties as the Junior Head of Slytherin, as well as Hogwarts’ Head Boy, to see to the discipline of the students under my care. Today, I was faced with a most disconcerting problem. A Slytherin sixth year, only newly allowed into our house, caused us to lose fifty points; not only putting us behind Gryffindor, but also below Ravenclaw… and causing us to tie with the Hufflepuffs!”

An angry buzz accompanied his last words. Apparently, they hadn’t all realized the extent of the damage Marlena had incurred in Transfiguration.

“So what am I to do? Your loss of points didn’t just hurt you, but instead harmed our entire house. In recompense, you will be sentenced to another punishment, to be executed by the entire house. Do you have anything to say before we sentence you?”

He had become so formal. Marlena had only known Draco to be playful, mischievous, flirtatious, and even cruel, but he was always casual. Now… he felt like a judge. With all of Slytherin as the jury.

“I… my mind wandered. I didn’t even hear her. I’m… I’m sorry.” The last words came out as a whisper. “It won’t happen again.”

“It probably won’t,” Draco agreed, the hint of a smile playing around his mouth. “Please take a seat, Marlena.” He motioned towards one of the wooden chairs, and she moved towards it mechanically, her mind a terrified blank. She sat.

“Please rest your arms on the armrests.”

“What?” Marlena asked, without thinking. Draco frowned slightly, and she quickly complied. Suddenly, coils of metal fashioned to look like cobras began circling her wrists, pinning them to the chair. Startled, she screamed and began to struggle, but no avail. The serpents seem to sense her struggling, and so began circling around her forearms until she was pinned to the elbows.

“What’s going on?” she cried. There was scattered laughter, then, and she felt her face flush as she saw all those eyes focused on her. Draco murmured a charm, and her robe disappeared, revealing her uniform beneath. Startled, she quickly crossed her legs, to prevent anyone from seeing up her mid thigh length skirt. Draco’s eyes narrowed as he noticed this gesture.

“Shy, are we?” he whispered, for her ears only. Before Marlena could respond, Severus Snape swept into the room. His black eyes flashed over her restrained body before he drew Draco aside. They conferred in whispers for a moment, before Snape approached her. To her confusion, he began speaking in Parseltongue. The scary thing, though, was that he was looking at her legs.

Suddenly, two new metal snakes appeared around the legs of the chair, clearly meant to pull her ankles apart.

“No!” She cried. She had charmed her plaid pleated skirt to be a few inches shorter than was strictly allowed. If her legs were pulled apart… she kicked her feet away from the snakes, but that did no good. They shot out and caught her ankles, before slowly, ever so slowly, pulling them apart.

“No! Make them stop!” she pleaded, but Professor Snape merely smirked at her predicament. Now, her ankles were firmly secured to the sides of the chair. Panicked, she tried to pull her knees together, and succeeded.

“We can’t have that, Miss Derevan,” Snape remarked. The snakes began to coil up her calves, pulling her knees apart, exposing inch after inch of her inner thigh. To her horror, the Slytherin boys began to come closer, their eyes fixed on her soon to be exposed panties. They were all grinning, leering, and she began to fight harder.

“As we can see, Miss Derevan seems to be terrified of exposing herself. Draco, don’t you think a fitting punishment might be… further exposure?” Professor Snape questioned. The Slytherin boys cheered, and the girls laughed. Draco merely smiled and nodded.

“No! Please! Not that! Anything else!” Marlena screamed as she began to writhe in the chair. Luckily, her skirt had fallen down on the chair between her legs, so her panties hadn’t been seen.

“It certainly would teach her a lesson,” Draco remarked. Snape nodded, and turned back to her. Again, he spoke in Parseltongue, and the snakes began to move. Slowly they moved up the insides of her thighs, under her skirt. She screamed as she felt the cold metal brush her pussy through her panties. They looped under the panties where they hit her hips. She could see them moving under her skirt, could feel their cold metal forms moving around her most sensitive places. And then, they were retreating… with her tiny green panties.

Her hips began to buck in the chair as she tried to prevent the serpents from removing her underwear.

“Look at her!”

“She’s about to cry!”

“What are they doing under there?”

She failed, unsurprisingly. They bit through each side and pulled out from underneath her skirt, the remains of her panties trailing from their mouths.

“As you can see, Marlena has lost her panties. I think that should be worth… five points. She now only has forty-five to atone for,” Draco announced. Her skirt was still protecting her pussy from their eyes, but that was all.

“I can’t see anything,” Goyle complained.

“Yeah! Her skirt’s in the way,” a fourth year shouted.

“I see you’ve made your skirt shorter than school regulations, Miss Derevan. Surely you won’t mind if I make it a little shorter,” Severus Snape murmured.

“No! Please! NO!”

He cast the charm, and her skirt shrank about a size or two. It tightened around her hips, and the hemline rose up an inch or two. It was shorter than mid-thigh, and the hem only barely brushed the seat of the chair between her legs.

Draco grinned. “So little left between us and your little pussy,” he remarked. “The shorter skirt is worth about three points. Only forty two left to go, Marlena!” There was a roar of laughter.

“You know, Professor, I think we’ve been focusing a bit too much on her pussy. She does have a torso, after all,” Draco remarked. Snape murmured something in Parseltongue.

The snakes that had been restraining her arms shifted. Without releasing her, they moved her slender wrists up over her head to meet behind her neck, her elbows pointing up and out.

“What an inconvenient sweater.”

It disappeared. She was clad only in the white Oxford shirt she wore under it. It was already a little small for her, and this position made it pull even more tightly against her breasts.

The top button snapped off. It only exposed her collar bone and her neck, but she was startled, and she jumped a little. She felt her skirt lift up off the chair by half an inch, and she froze, but it was too late. It had shifted up on her hips, making it even shorter, and now it didn’t touch the chair. True, it was only lifted up about half an inch, but that was just the next small step.

“Top button’s worth… one point. Forty one to go.”

The second button popped. She felt some of her cleavage exposed, straining against the slowly opening shirt.

“Please stop, Professor!”

“No,” he replied. His eyes shifted down, and he noticed her slightly lifted skirt. “If you keep struggling, your skirt will ride up completely. Perhaps you aren’t grateful for its length. Perhaps it should be smaller.”

“No! Dear Merlin, leave it alone!” The Slytherins laughed at her as their Head of House lifted his wand.

“NO!” He cast the charm, and her skirt shrank another size. It rose up an inch, and lifted another half inch off the chair. Darkness still concealed her pussy, however, much to the frustration of the boys.

“Only thirty nine to go,” Draco announced.

The next button popped. Her large firm breasts were pushed up out of her shirt, and her little white bra was visible. She writhed helplessly, careful not to move below the waist, but this only made her breasts jiggle.

“Thirty eight.”

The next button popped. All her bra was visible now, even the little white bow in the front.

“How cute,” Draco commented. “Thirty seven.”

The last popped, and her shirt fell open, revealing all of her torso, and her flat little tummy.

“Thirty six.”

The shirt disappeared. The cool dungeon air hit the lengths of her arms, and she shivered a little.

“I’d say the shirt was worth two. Only thirty four left.”

“Take off her bra!”

“I want to see her tits!”

Professor Snape lifted his hand imperiously, and they fell silent.

Marlena looked down at her breasts, thrusting obscenely out of her bra because of her arms above her head. That bra was all she had left…

It vanished. She screamed and began to cry as she struggled to pull her arms down, which only made her breasts bounce up and down.

“Nice tits,” Crabbe laughed.

Her nipples were hard, from the cold air, and very erect. She gave up her struggle, and sobbed quietly in shame.

“Thirty left, Marlena.”

“You’ve stopped struggling, Miss Derevan. Perhaps you think taking your punishment in silence will dissuade us?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered truthfully.

“Are you ticklish, Miss Derevan?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with renewed fear. She was desperately, desperately ticklish. If tickled, she would writhe and buck… and her skirt would lift up. Her pussy, now strangely damp, would be visible to her entire house.

“NO! Leave me alone!”

Draco laughed and moved to stand behind her. The Slytherin boys began dropping to their knees, so they could see up her skirt if she struggled. Their faces were filled with lust and greed, and she sobbed.

His fingers touched her ribcage, and began to move rapidly, though barely touching her skin. She screamed with laughter and squirmed, her breasts bouncing against his arms. She didn’t move below the waist, though.

His hands moved up to her smooth armpits, and his nimble fingers began to torment her there. She screamed and whipped her head from side to side, her long black hair flying. Her nipples were so hard now, so sensitive. She might be able to stay still if he didn’t touch her there… suddenly, she realized Snape was watching her intently, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. Oh gods, he’s a legilimens! Marlena thought frantically as Draco continued to torment her. He knows what I was thinking!

Snape motioned for Draco to stop, and moved to stand where the blonde boy had been. She watched in hopeless terror as his long, slender fingers moved towards her exposed, displayed breasts.

He didn’t touch her nipples at first. He started at the bottommost curve of her breasts, where they connected to her chest, and he begin a slow spiral that led him around her entire breasts, moving ever closer to her nipples. The boys were cheering now, and so were the girls… they could smell her fear. Now his finger tips were brushing her areola.

“NOOOO!”

His fingertips touched her peaked nipples and began to brush across them rapidly, and Marlena lost control. She screamed, and her hips bucked. Her tiny skirt flew up. The muscles on her inner thighs strained as she tried to pull her knees together, but the serpents held her fast. Her wet, pink little pussy was exposed to all the Slytherins, who were shouting and pointing and cheering. Her hips were moving frantically, trying to bring the skirt back down, but it only made it ride up more. The air was so cold as it hit her there, and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

Snape’s hands stilled as he bent to whisper in her ear.

“This has only just begun, Miss Derevan.”