Discipline

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Harry Potter.

Harry was walking back to Gryffindor tower with several bottles of purloined butterbeer when Professor Snape stepped in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere.
\"What do we have here? A Potter flouting the rules yet again. What a surprise.\" he sneered. \"Tell me, Mr. Potter, does the word \'curfew\' mean anything to you? Anything at all?\"
He moved closer to Harry, smiling in a way he didn\'t like at all. Harry tried to back away, but ran into the wall.
\"There\'s no point trying to escape, Mr. Potter. You will receive the discipline you so richly deserve.\"
Harry sighed. There was obviously no point in protesting. He went quietly when Snape grabbed the collar of his robe and pulled him along as he went to his office. He objected, however, when Snape ordered him to bend over the desk.
\"You can\'t make me do that! It\'s against school rules! Dumbledore would never allow it!\" He insisted anxiously.
Snape gave him a menacing grin. \"As it so happens, Dumbledore is not here. I am the one in charge of the castle whilst he and McGonagall are at a transfigurations conference, and I say that it\'s allowed. So bend over.\"
Harry was horrified, but there was nothing he could do until Dumbledore returned. He leaned over the desk and clenched his fists, hoping it would be over soon. After the first swat fell, he relaxed minutely. His robes were apparently thick enough to cushion the worst of the blows. After three more swats met with no resistance, Snape grew frustrated.
\"Obviously this has no effect on you, Mr. Potter. Remove your robes and take down your trousers.\"
Harry froze, remembering what he was wearing under his robes. Of all the days to wear women\'s panties, this had to be the worst.
\"Get on with, Mr. Potter.\" Snape said impatiently.
Sighing in despair, he did as he was told. He removed his robe slowly, and folded it carefully before setting it aside, hoping to delay the inevitable.
\"The trousers, Mr. Potter.\"
Harry unbuttoned the trousers and closed his eyes in fear.

Severus stared. Displayed before him was the Potter boy, bent over his desk, wearing black French knickers. It was the sexiest thing he\'d seen in months. Unable and unwilling to resist, he gently ran a hand over one perfect buttock.

Harry tensed. What the hell was Snape doing? He was expecting extensive mockery and a spanking, not a fondling! The man hated him! Didn\'t he? He certainly disliked Snape, no matter what certain parts of his body were trying to contribute to the discussion. That was just hormones, he told himself. Any boy would get hard if he was being touched that way.
While he was making a doomed attempt to persuade himself that this was not making him horny, Snape had begun running a finger up and down his silk-covered cleft. Harry moaned helplessly, and writhed wantonly, arching his back for more of the wonderful, terrible caresses.
\"Little slut, you\'re enjoying this, aren\'t you?\" Snape asked, as Harry squirmed beneath his hand. \"Answer me, Potter!\" He slapped Harry sharply, which made him squeal.
\"Yes, sir!\" Harry moaned.
\"Yes sir what, Potter?\" He said, slapping him again, this time on the other side.
\"Yes sir, I\'m enjoying this!\" Harry was nearly sobbing now.
Snape tugged down the knickers roughly, tearing them badly. He slapped Harry twice more, then he gently spread Harry, and touched a fingertip to his pucker. Harry whimpered, and he withdrew the probing finger, only to replace it with his wand.
\"Relaxo! Lubricius!\" he incanted quickly.
Harry protested briefly. \"Don\'t!\" then, as Snape gently pushed a long and slender finger into him, moaned, \"Oh, yesss...\"
Snape smirked, and began moving his finger back and forth. Harry moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, then screamed as Snape moved his finger and a wave of pleasure shot through him.
\"Oh yes, you like that, don\'t you? Such a beautiful little whore.\" Snape purred. He stroked Harry\'s back and kept moving his finger inside of Harry. \"I\'ve wanted you spread out in front me like this since you were thirteen. Those fucking Occlumency lessons didn\'t help at all; they just made it worse.\"
Harry, who was a boneless puddle by then, simply whimpered in response and pushed back towards Snape.

Severus looked at him admiringly. Potter made a pretty picture, legs spread, with his torn knickers around his knees and his arse a glowing pink. One of his fingers sunk deep in Potter, who was still pushing back for more. It was one of his late night fantasies come to life.

Snape added another finger, and began to scissor them. Harry whined in bliss, and tried to spread his legs even farther, but was hampered by the remains of his panties. Then the hand on his back and the fingers inside him were gone, and he moaned at the loss. Snape\'s hands were easing his panties down his legs, and then they were tossed to one side. There was the rasp of a zipper being undone, and then Snape was right there, his hands clutching Harry\'s hips and his cock pressing into him. He pushed forward, and Harry thought he would die then and there. It was such an exquisite feeling, being stretched and filled. Snape pulled out, then slammed back in, wringing a sob from Harry\'s throat, then a whole series of sobs and moans and screams as he fucked Harry hard and rough and fast. Harry came first and a moment later he stiffened, gasped and came.
Then he straightened up, spelled himself clean and redid his zipper. \"I\'ll count as one of the three detentions you owe me for breaking curfew. 9 o\'clock on Wednesday will be the next.\" He scooped up Harry\'s ripped panties and tucked them in his pocket on the way out, calling behind him, \"It will be in my private quarters, by the way.\" He left, leaving Harry collapsed dazedly on his desk, nude below the waist and with cooling sperm trickling down his thighs.

A/N: I will post the next two detentions only if I get sufficient reviews. Also, I have 2nd degree burns on my hands, and I\'m not allowed to type more than a few words at a time, so it\'s slow going.