Return To Innocence.

Dumbledore was seated at his desk, sitting back in his chair, his elbows propped on the armrests and his fingers pressed together. He was staring intently at the door of his office, awaiting for it to open at any moment. His old, wise eyes peered out over his half-moon spectacles, and his lips, under his long white flowing beard, were pressed together in a thin line. He had been sitting at his desk for at least half an hour, in this very same position, without moving, waiting eagerly for him to arrive.

Footsteps approached the outside of Dumbledore\'s office, and the old man sat forward as he saw the handle be tugged down, moving his hands apart and laying them flat on the surface of his desk. The door opened and there Severus stood, dressed in his typical black garbs, his dark beady eyes shifting about in their usual manner. He was gripping the edges of his ebony cloak, and had it pulled securely around his body, his shoulders hunched over.

“Severus,” Dumbledore greeted, pushing his hands on the desk as he arose, smiling at Snape.

With a curt nod, Severus replied in a drawl, “Professor.”

Dumbledore raised a hand from his desk and gestured to the expanse of his room, saying, “Do come in, Severus. I have been waiting for you.”

Severus obeyed silently, turning to close the door behind him, then spun back around on his heel, slowly walking into the centre of the room. Dumbledore\'s smile widened and stood taller, watching Severus stroll in. “I hope I have not kept you waiting long,” Severus finally responded.

Dumbledore shook his head and turned to begin rounding the desk, clasping his hands together. “Not at all, Severus. Not at all.” Once he was around the other side of his desk, Dumbledore stood facing the potion\'s teacher and peered closely at him. “But I am waiting now, Severus,” he finally added, his eyes twinkling at Snape.

Severus stiffened slightly, his eyes narrowed and his brow creased. “Of course, professor,” he replied. With a swift movement, he parted his cloak and revealed his clothing underneath. Severus was clad in a tight corset, bright red with black ribbing, and black suspender stockings, of which were clipped with laced suspenders. His crotch was covered with a thin black g-string, which revealed the contours of his loins very prominently. Upon his feet were black shiny high heels, and his fingernails had been painted bright red. Severus drew the cloak from his shoulders and swiftly threw it on the sofa near him, then looked at Dumbledore and placed his hands on his hips, posing for the Headmaster.

Dumbledore\'s eyes widened in glee at the sight before him. He rose a hand to his long white beard and coiled the hair around his forefinger as he stared at Severus, mesmerised by the man before him. “Very nice,” he spoke once Severus was poised. “As always. Very, very nice, Severus.”

Severus cocked his brow and gave Dumbledore a stern look. “Now you.”

Dumbledore nodded once and nimbly moved his hands to his robes, gripped the partings and drew the garb from him. Underneath, Dumble was clad in nothing but a large, white terry towel diaper around his crotch that had been pinned together with two large safety pins. Around his neck hanged a blue plastic chain with a pacifier attached to it. Moving the cloak fully from his old, seemingly frail form, Dumbledore turned and placed the garment softly on the desk behind him, then faced back to Severus.

Severus arched his brow more and allowed a sardonic smirk to creep to his face. “On your knees,” he ordered in a loud, dominant voice, dashing one hand from his hip to extend his finger and point at the floor.

Dumbledore did exactly as he was told, dropping to his knees into a crawling position and looking up at Severus, his long beard trailing to the floor. “Daddy,” Dumbledore uttered in the youngest, weakest voice that he could muster.

The smirk on Severus\' face widened and he upturned his palm, his finger still extended, and crooked it, beckoning Dumbledore to him. “Come to daddy, Albus,” he crooned, giving the Headmaster a haughty look.

Moving a hand to the dummy that was hanging around his neck and clasping it, Dumbledore placed the teat of the pacifier in his dry, aged lips and began to suck loudly at it, lowering his hand back to the floor. He then slowly commenced to crawl towards Severus, gazing up at the man with a look of sheer submission, the wise look now no longer present in his eyes.

Severus watched Dumbledore approach him on his hands and knees, raising a high heel clad foot once the Headmaster had stopped at his feet and pressed the ball of his foot against Dumbledore\'s shoulder, digging the pointed heel into the elder man\'s flesh. “Has Albus been a good boy for daddy?” Severus asked in a condescending drawl, tilting his head and peering down at the dummy suckling, diaper clad Dumbledore.

Spitting the dummy from his lips, Dumbledore replied in a soft, immature voice, “I been a bad boy, daddy. I been a bad boy.”

“Oh?” Severus replied, leaning his weight on Dumbledore and leaning over, his black tresses curtaining his pale face. “Does Albus want daddy to give him a spanking?”

Dumbledore nodded, pouting. “Yes, daddy. Spank me, daddy.”

Severus\' lips curled up into a sneer and he took his foot away from Dumbledore\'s shoulder, standing straight and dropping his hands from his hips. He then strolled around to Dumbledore\'s side slowly, then raised his leg and swung it over the elder man\'s back, and sat down, straddling Dumbledore backwards, peering down at Dumbledore\'s diaper swathed behind. Hunching his shoulders, he snatched the back of the cloth diaper in one hand and pulled it hard towards him, exposing the very lowest part of Dumbledore\'s buttocks, and leaned over. Severus raised his other hand past his shoulder, then railed it down hard and fast, striking the wrinkly old skin of Dumbledore\'s buttock with the flat of his hand.

Dumbledore let out a hiss and jerked at the sting, his elderly cock erect and throbbing within his cloth diaper. “Oh, daddy! Harder!” he rasped.

Severus bit his lower lip and raised his hand again, swinging it back down and striking the same spot, the white cheek marred by livid red hand marks from where Severus had struck Dumbledore. Again, he swung his arm up then back down hard and struck the Headmaster\'s bottom, Dumbledore letting out another hiss of pleasure. “Who am I, bitch?” Severus snarled nastily, railing his hand over the same spot again with a loud smacking sound.

“Daddy!” Dumbledore cried, hissing again at the sting.

“Louder,” Severus barked, striking Dumbledore\'s behind once more.

“Daddy!” Dumbledore quailed lustfully.

Abruptly, Severus let go of Dumbledore\'s nappy and stood, stepping away from Dumbledore and slowly strolling around the kneeling man, looking down at him scornfully. Once standing in front of him, Severus spread his legs and leaned over, placed his hands on his knees, then crouched down, peering at Dumbledore. The elder man was looking at Severus wantonly, his blue eyes alight with lust. Shifting in towards the Headmaster, Severus took his hands from his knees and outstretched them, clasping the arms of Dumbledore\'s spectacles and drew the glasses off. He closed the frames, looked to the sofa near them and carelessly tossed the glasses over to the couch, then returned his gaze to Dumbledore again. He studied the elder man\'s face in silence, then stood once more, staring down at Dumbledore. “I hope you haven\'t got a dirty nappy for your daddy,” he finally said quietly.

Dumbledore peered up at Severus and squinted his eyes slightly, trying to see Severus clearly. “I think I did a poo poo, daddy,” he replied in an infantile tone.

Severus shook his head slowly and clicked his tongue. “Oh, dear. What a naughty boy were are,” he purred. He then casually strolled around the side of Dumbledore and raised a heeled foot, nudging the spike of his heel against Dumbledore\'s ribs and pushing him hard. “On your back,” he barked, to which Dumbledore gave way to the push and collapsed to the side then rolled on to his back. He drew his legs up like an infant, his arms held tightly to his chest and his hands curled in.

Severus watched this all with an amused leer on his face. He rounded Dumbledore until he was standing in front of him, between Dumbledore\'s raised legs and crouched down again. He surveyed Dumbledore\'s body, how wrinkly it was, his aged chest sagging and his nipples pale and utterly washed out, deep purple veins within them like stark rivulets. The skin around the aged man\'s neck was creased and baggy, and his face and his limbs were mostly made of sinew, his skin dry and scaly. The man\'s long beard was askew on his chest, flopping over to the side, the pacifier tangled in the coarse, long facial tresses.

“I think Albus wants daddy to spank him again,” Severus purred, placing his hand on Dumbledore\'s bare chest and kneading the mottled, saggy skin.

Dumbledore nodded quickly. “Oh, yes, daddy. Spank me more.”

Severus smirked and abruptly stood, about faced and strolled over the curio over by Dumbledore\'s desk. Turning the key, he then pulled the door open and reached in, clasped a short, stout wooden paddle in one hand and a long bamboo cane in the other. Severus drew them both out and turned to face Dumbledore. Without closing the curio, Severus strolled back over towards Dumbledore, the tight corset around his waist making his hips look like they were swaying, and once at Dumbledore again, he set the cane down, still clutching the paddle.

Swinging his leg over Dumbledore and standing over him, facing the Headmaster\'s feet, the elder man between his legs, Severus barked, “Draw your feet together.” When Dumbledore did this, Severus snatched the other\'s ankles and pinned them together then pulled Dumbledore\'s legs back further so that his bottom was fully exposed. Raising the paddle, Severus swung it down hard and struck the man\'s buttocks with a loud clap.

Dumbledore arched his back and let out a cry, clutching behind his knees to draw his legs back further. “Ow, daddy! That hurts!” he shrieked.

Severus smirked and railed the paddle down again harder. “Beg me to stop, bitch,” he spat.

“Oh, daddy stop it!” Dumbledore quailed as he was struck again, jerking against the feel of the paddle striking his buttocks.

“Louder!” Severus retorted, swinging the paddle back and then back down fiercely, striking the elder man\'s bottom again.

“Daddy, stop!”

“Louder!” Another loud slap.

“Daddyyyy!”

Severus brusquely stood, letting go of Dumbledore\'s ankles and stepped over and away from him, tossing the paddle to the couch and stooping down to retrieve the cane. He whipped around and glared at Dumbledore. “On your hands and knees,” he hissed, swiping the cane fast through the air so that it whistled.

Without hesitation, Dumbledore rolled on to his front, leaning down on his forearms, his knees tucked under him and his buttocks high in the air. He was now so painfully erect, and he knew that the cane would make him come in his nappy. “Daddy, don\'t hurt me,” he whimpered quietly, pressing his forehead to the floor.

“Quiet!” Severus barked, and took his position behind the Headmaster. Angling the cane and gripping it firmly in his hand, Severus then swung it back, held it poised a moment, then lashed it down sharply, striking the Dumbledore\'s hindquarters ferociously.

Dumbledore quailed again, hunching his back. “Daddy!” he cried out.

“Going to come for daddy?” Severus spat, whistling the cane through the air again as he swung it towards Dumbledore\'s behind, striking the aged flesh and leaving another vicious red stripe.

“Yes, daddy!” Dumbledore cried, feeling a wave of orgasmic pleasure flow through him.

“Do it, then.” He swung the cane back and railed it forwards again, striping Dumbledore\'s buttocks once more. “Do it for daddy, Albus!” Again, he strapped the cane over the same spot.

“Ohh, daddy!” Dumbledore cried out. “One more, daddy, one more!”

Smiling, Severus brought the cane back, held it there and hissed, “Beg daddy to hit you again, Albus.”

“Hit me, daddy! Please! Oh, please, hit me!”

Gripping the cane firmly, he swung the cane down as hard as he could and struck Dumbledore\'s behind with it, growling.

The impact of the cane made Dumbledore quiver and his breath hitch in his throat. The moment the cane struck him, he felt his loins surging and suddenly a euphoric wave engulfed him as he came in his cloth diaper, his ejaculate spitting out in rhythmic spurts, his whole aged body jerking violently.

Severus stood back and pointed the end of the cane to the floor, leaning upon it as he watched Dumbledore orgasm, smirking to himself. He, too, was aroused, but it was never in their agreement to sate Severus. He would tend to himself when back in his own quarters.

He waited until Dumbledore finished his orgasm before he strolled around to face the Headmaster, crouching down and reaching his hand out to touch the man\'s face. “Are you alright?” he muttered quietly.

Dumbledore\'s forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat, his long gray-white hair matted to his temples and to his back. He was panting, his ribs expanding and contracting under his old, leathery skin. After a moment, catching his breath, he looked up at Severus and replied in his normal voice, “I\'m fine, Severus.”

Nodding, Severus stood up and held a hand out to Dumbledore. The Headmaster took his hand, still shaky from the ordeal, and staggered to his feet. Once he was standing, he grinned at Severus and let go of the teacher\'s hand. “Thank you, Severus,” he croaked, his expression and voice back to the way it always was. “My glasses, please, Severus.”

Nodding again, Severus turned and quickly stepped to the couch, snatched the frames up, then made his way back to Dumbledore, handing the glasses to him. The elder man took them graciously, and unfolded the arms, drawing the glasses to his face and hooking them over his ears.

Fiddling with the dummy hanging around his neck, Dumbledore chuckled, that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, and he said, “Leave the tidy up to me, Severus. I will see you at dinner time.”

Severus nodded his head again, replying, “Yes, professor.” He turned to the couch, leaned the cane against the sofa, then took up his cloak. Severus then swung the cloak around his body and warapped the thick garb around him, holding it to him closely. Severus then glanced back at Dumbledore, who was still standing there in his cloth diaper, the dummy around his neck, his backside a livid red from the caning, paddling and spanking.

Without another word, Severus simply nodded one last time and turned on his heel, and strode to the door in his typical haughty fashion, opened the door and stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him.