revenge isn\'t always sweet
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult +
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25,898
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3
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revenge isn't always sweet
authors note: in response to marie-Jayn-18 spanking challenge # 1. I don’t write slash so I’m only meeting part of the challenge.
\"revenge isn’t always sweet”
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, it all belongs to JK Rowling and affiliates. I\'m just having a little fun with the characters.
His heart hammered in fear as Snape ripped him away from the pensieve and threw him against the wall.
“You miserable little brat! Just like your father! Well you’ve humiliated me for the last time!” Snape snarled his eyes ominously black.
Harry tried to say that he was sorry and that he didn’t enjoy what he had seen but his mouth was dry.
Snape didn’t see the regret in the green eyes all he saw was Potter, in his mind laughing and telling everyone about what he had seen. Humiliating him just like his father had. An uncontrollable rage surged through him. He grabbed the errant black haired youth with one hand and with his wand brought his pants and shorts down to his ankles.
Harry tried to break away, he knew Snape was furious and that he shouldn’t have looked into his pensieve. When suddenly his pants and shorts dropped he blanched. Was Snape about to cane him? He knew that wasn’t allowed at Hogwarts but in Snape’s current state of mind reminding him of that would just anger him even more. With a gasp he suddenly found himself over his potions teacher’s lap. Just before Snape’s hand fell he realized in shock that Snape intended to spank him as if he was a small disobedient child. The only time he had ever been spanked was when he was 5 and had taken one of Dudley’s toys into the broom closet. Aunt Petunia had pulled him across her lap and ignited his bottom with 10 stinging smacks but when he then somehow broke 4 china plates in his shock she had immediately stopped. She had never laid a hand on him again. But even that spanking had taken place with his pants on. He didn’t have much more time to think about it as Snape’s large hand was raised high and landed with a thunderous smack on his bottom. He lay stunned as a slow burn spread. The large hand kept cracking down making him inhale sharply. The idea of being spanked by his most hated professor was humiliating but Snape’s grip on him was so tight wiggling was useless. He winced as the stinging hand relentlessly heated his backside. He bit his lip trying to dissuade the tears from forming. He gulped and managed cry out “I’m sorry.”
But Severus Snape was delighting in slowly turning Harry Potter’s bottom red. Finally the cocky arrogant brat was getting what he deserved.
“An insincere apology Mr. Potter will not make up for years of neglect from your guardians. They should have done this once in awhile and perhaps then you wouldn’t be so insufferable. Just like your father and his friends. Well the tide has turned Potter and it’s time for some accountability for your actions.”
He blistered the boy who lived’s bottom for a few more minutes before his anger was finally spent and he stopped. He got up abruptly and Harry fell to the floor sobbing quietly.
Breathing hard Snape reluctantly turned back wanting that wretched boy out of his office. What he did not expect was to feel a tiny splattering of remorse for what he had just done.
Potter in a semblance of trying to regain some dignity, had turned away from him as he slowly pulled up his underwear and pants. Snape realized how sore his backside must be as he glanced at the red orbs. His hand was stiff and numb. He walked over to Potter and noted that he was still crying, his face red, tears running down his cheeks as he brushed his sleeve over them.
His shoulders were shaking as he attempted to control his sobs. He realized Snape had stepped closer and he flinched and backed away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I looked, I’m sorry what my dad did. I won’t tell anyone.” He choked out.
Snape closed his eyes. Physical punishments weren’t allowed at Hogwarts. What had he done? He had spanked the boy who lived. Albus Dumbledore’s favorite. He sighed. All arrogance and cockiness had vanished from Potter and he realized that it hadn’t been there when he pulled him from the pensieve. He had been so angry he hadn’t really wanted to see that. “Potter?”
Potter’s teary green eyes fearfully looked up him as he sniffed. “I’m sorry.”
“I imagine that you are. Look Potter you did something that you shouldn’t have as did I. I’m going to give you a potion to rub on your bottom that will in a few hours take the pain away. You should be able to sit relatively pain free by supper.”
Potter didn’t respond. He just stood looking uncomfortable trying to stop his tears. Umbridge’s punishments had been painful but nothing like this. He couldn’t believe how much Snape’s spanking had stung and how humiliating it had been lying bare assed over his lap. More tears flowed and he suddenly found himself enveloped in the luminous black robes of Severus Snape.
“Calm down Mr. Potter, it was just a spanking. If you don’t tell anyone what you saw in my pensieve I won’t tell anyone except Professor Dumbledore about this spanking.”
Harry cried between sobs. “Don’t tell Dumbledore.”
“I have to. I let my anger control me; I shouldn’t have spanked you. Don’t worry he won’t tell anyone.”
The thought of the headmaster knowing made Harry sob harder and Snape’s grip tightened around him. Snape awkwardly patted his back. Crying students weren’t unusual in his classes but comforting them was a new experience. “Hush Potter.”
When Harry finally calmed down and pulled away, Snape turned and got the potion. He handed it to him. “It will help.”
Harry hesitantly looked up into the dark eyes. He didn’t know what to make of Snape. One moment he delivered the worst spanking he had ever received, then he held him and gave him a potion that would erase the effects of the spanking. He quietly repeated “I am sorry.\"
Snape sighed. “Yes I get that now. I’m not sorry I spanked you because I still believe you were long overdue, but I should have stopped long before I actually did. I am sorry for that.”
Harry went to leave. “Occlumency lesson tomorrow at this time. Don’t be late.”
“Yes sir.” The urge to rub the sting out of his backside was strong but he didn’t want to do it in front of Snape. He breathed a sigh of relief once he left his office.
\"revenge isn’t always sweet”
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, it all belongs to JK Rowling and affiliates. I\'m just having a little fun with the characters.
His heart hammered in fear as Snape ripped him away from the pensieve and threw him against the wall.
“You miserable little brat! Just like your father! Well you’ve humiliated me for the last time!” Snape snarled his eyes ominously black.
Harry tried to say that he was sorry and that he didn’t enjoy what he had seen but his mouth was dry.
Snape didn’t see the regret in the green eyes all he saw was Potter, in his mind laughing and telling everyone about what he had seen. Humiliating him just like his father had. An uncontrollable rage surged through him. He grabbed the errant black haired youth with one hand and with his wand brought his pants and shorts down to his ankles.
Harry tried to break away, he knew Snape was furious and that he shouldn’t have looked into his pensieve. When suddenly his pants and shorts dropped he blanched. Was Snape about to cane him? He knew that wasn’t allowed at Hogwarts but in Snape’s current state of mind reminding him of that would just anger him even more. With a gasp he suddenly found himself over his potions teacher’s lap. Just before Snape’s hand fell he realized in shock that Snape intended to spank him as if he was a small disobedient child. The only time he had ever been spanked was when he was 5 and had taken one of Dudley’s toys into the broom closet. Aunt Petunia had pulled him across her lap and ignited his bottom with 10 stinging smacks but when he then somehow broke 4 china plates in his shock she had immediately stopped. She had never laid a hand on him again. But even that spanking had taken place with his pants on. He didn’t have much more time to think about it as Snape’s large hand was raised high and landed with a thunderous smack on his bottom. He lay stunned as a slow burn spread. The large hand kept cracking down making him inhale sharply. The idea of being spanked by his most hated professor was humiliating but Snape’s grip on him was so tight wiggling was useless. He winced as the stinging hand relentlessly heated his backside. He bit his lip trying to dissuade the tears from forming. He gulped and managed cry out “I’m sorry.”
But Severus Snape was delighting in slowly turning Harry Potter’s bottom red. Finally the cocky arrogant brat was getting what he deserved.
“An insincere apology Mr. Potter will not make up for years of neglect from your guardians. They should have done this once in awhile and perhaps then you wouldn’t be so insufferable. Just like your father and his friends. Well the tide has turned Potter and it’s time for some accountability for your actions.”
He blistered the boy who lived’s bottom for a few more minutes before his anger was finally spent and he stopped. He got up abruptly and Harry fell to the floor sobbing quietly.
Breathing hard Snape reluctantly turned back wanting that wretched boy out of his office. What he did not expect was to feel a tiny splattering of remorse for what he had just done.
Potter in a semblance of trying to regain some dignity, had turned away from him as he slowly pulled up his underwear and pants. Snape realized how sore his backside must be as he glanced at the red orbs. His hand was stiff and numb. He walked over to Potter and noted that he was still crying, his face red, tears running down his cheeks as he brushed his sleeve over them.
His shoulders were shaking as he attempted to control his sobs. He realized Snape had stepped closer and he flinched and backed away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I looked, I’m sorry what my dad did. I won’t tell anyone.” He choked out.
Snape closed his eyes. Physical punishments weren’t allowed at Hogwarts. What had he done? He had spanked the boy who lived. Albus Dumbledore’s favorite. He sighed. All arrogance and cockiness had vanished from Potter and he realized that it hadn’t been there when he pulled him from the pensieve. He had been so angry he hadn’t really wanted to see that. “Potter?”
Potter’s teary green eyes fearfully looked up him as he sniffed. “I’m sorry.”
“I imagine that you are. Look Potter you did something that you shouldn’t have as did I. I’m going to give you a potion to rub on your bottom that will in a few hours take the pain away. You should be able to sit relatively pain free by supper.”
Potter didn’t respond. He just stood looking uncomfortable trying to stop his tears. Umbridge’s punishments had been painful but nothing like this. He couldn’t believe how much Snape’s spanking had stung and how humiliating it had been lying bare assed over his lap. More tears flowed and he suddenly found himself enveloped in the luminous black robes of Severus Snape.
“Calm down Mr. Potter, it was just a spanking. If you don’t tell anyone what you saw in my pensieve I won’t tell anyone except Professor Dumbledore about this spanking.”
Harry cried between sobs. “Don’t tell Dumbledore.”
“I have to. I let my anger control me; I shouldn’t have spanked you. Don’t worry he won’t tell anyone.”
The thought of the headmaster knowing made Harry sob harder and Snape’s grip tightened around him. Snape awkwardly patted his back. Crying students weren’t unusual in his classes but comforting them was a new experience. “Hush Potter.”
When Harry finally calmed down and pulled away, Snape turned and got the potion. He handed it to him. “It will help.”
Harry hesitantly looked up into the dark eyes. He didn’t know what to make of Snape. One moment he delivered the worst spanking he had ever received, then he held him and gave him a potion that would erase the effects of the spanking. He quietly repeated “I am sorry.\"
Snape sighed. “Yes I get that now. I’m not sorry I spanked you because I still believe you were long overdue, but I should have stopped long before I actually did. I am sorry for that.”
Harry went to leave. “Occlumency lesson tomorrow at this time. Don’t be late.”
“Yes sir.” The urge to rub the sting out of his backside was strong but he didn’t want to do it in front of Snape. He breathed a sigh of relief once he left his office.