Private Lessons

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The girl was intelligent; there was no question about that. She was still in his class after seven years, and that was no hollow achievement; only the truly gifted were left at that point. No, it was her attitude that couldn’t be tolerated, her lip that drove Snape absolutely mad. She had always been boisterous, talking out of turn and disrupting his class. But last year her behaviour had taken a turn for the worse. She began to talk back, she corrected him in front of other students, and even had the cheek to flirt with him! This year had been even worse.

Snape was sitting in his dungeon office, brooding. He had given her detention before, of course, but it didn’t seem to be having the effect he desired. Perhaps, he thought to himself, it’s time for a new approach. More…DRASTIC measures. A small chill ran down Snape’s spine at the thought. He would break her spirit; he hadn’t failed a student before, and he wasn’t going to start now. Snape’s smile was just another shadow upon his face, flickering in the gloomy candlelight.

*

Snape watched the students filing into the classroom. There she was: Amanda Underwood, Ravenclaw House. She was not a great beauty, though she was pretty enough. Her hair was a nutty brown, and fell in soft curls that framed her face, which was round and pleasant. Her figure was unremarkable, neither willowy nor voluptuous. Her one truly striking feature was her eyes, which were a light, clear blue. Snape had grown to hate those eyes, dancing with merriment and cheek, as the gazed at him from the front row.

“Quiet down, take your seats,” he commanded as he moved towards the demonstration table. There were five different, but similar potions laid out on it, each one bubbling away. They were all bright, clear and steaming slightly, but each one was a different color: the first blue, the second green, the third yellow, the fourth purple, and the fifth pink.

“Today we will be learning about potions which affect the five senses.” He pointed to the first one. “This is Optimus Occularus, which improves vision. This green one is Auris Aliquantum, for acute hearing.” Snape paused a moment, and with a tiny smile, continued. “Fragris Fortuno, for a good sense of smell. ”

“Professor!” Amanda cried on cue. “Oh, Professor, don’t you mean Fragris FORTUNAS?”

The tiny smile broadened as Snape whispered, just loudly enough for her to hear, “Detention!”

Amanda squawked in protest, but Snape continued on smoothly, “Miss Underwood is correct, the name of the potion is Fragris Fortunas. My aplogoies.” Snape could only apologise knowing the mistake had been intentional. He carried on with his lesson.

“This is Gaudeo Gusto, to enhance the dining experience. Ironically, it is very bitter and extremely difficult to swallow. And this!” He gestured to the pink potion, last in line. His eyes were gleaming with an unhealthy light. “This is Cresco Contacto. It will render the drinker extremely sensitve to all physical stimulation.

“I want you all to pick one potion and make it. Fill a small stopper to be submitted, then using your potion as a base, make the counter potion; the one that will impair the senses. Fill another small stopper and submit that as well.”

He stopped in front of Amanda’s desk. Leaning forward he hissed in her ear, “I’ll see you after class tonight at 8:00pm. You won’t need your wand.”

*

At 8:00 on the dot, Snape heard her knock lightly on his classroom door.

“Enter, Miss Underwood.”

The door groaned on it’s hinges, and she poked her head through the gap before entering entirely, closing it behind her.

“So what is it today professor? Organising and restocking the ingredient cupboard, maybe we’re going to remove all the graffiti from the lender texts? I do hope it’s not scrubbing down the desks by hand again, that’s no fun at all.” She paused, and smiled at him coyly. “Although you know I do so enjoy our time together.”

Snape resisted the urge to backhand her. Lipping him even in detention! Instead he handed her a cup.

“Drink this,” he said gruffly.

She peered at its light pink contents, confused. “This is the Cresco Contactum potion. Why do you want me to drink this?”

His face twisted in something not quite a smile, Snape replied, “Let’s just say I’m going to be working you very hard tonight, and I want to make sure you feel it.”

Her face fell and she pouted, “That means we’re going to be scrubbing desks again, doesn’t it?”

She downed it, and Snape’s grin was wicked as he said, “Not exactly.”

Turning, he gestured for her to follow him into his office. Gently placing the empty cup on the now clear demonstration table, she trailed after him, her expression curious. Snape closed the door behind her, locking it.

He turned to face her, his wand out menacingly. “Now, take your clothes off,” he hissed.

“What?!” She looked baffled.

“You heard me, girl. You’ve been prancing around, sassing me and flirting. You don’t know what you’re asking for, but I’m going to give it to you anyway. Now, take your clothes off!”

She stared at him dumbly for a moment, and he flicked his wand slightly, throwing off sparks. She gulped and, trembling slightly, began to disrobe, revealing her smooth, creamy white skin. Snape watched her with a critical eye. She was afraid, but that was not all. Her flushed face and ragged breath betrayed her: she wanted this. Snape sneered. He would change that.

Striding across the room, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her towards his desk. He pulled out his chair and, sitting upon it, yanked her down to sprawl across his lap.

“The first thing a naughty student needs is a good, firm spanking,” he spat.

He raised one long fingered hand, and brought it down hard to make a dramatic smack. Amanda cried out, tears springing to her eyes.

“Ah, the Cresco Contacto is working, I see.”
He slapped her firm, round rump again and again, until it was cherry red and her tears were trickling slowly from her eyes. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the sound of her hiccuping little sobs. He ran his hand over the inflamed skin, caressing and soothing it for a moment. Teasingly, he let his fingers drift down between her legs. He pulled them back as if burned. She was wet!

“You little slut! You liked that, didn’t you?!” He grinned, snake-like. “That’s ok, my dear. We have a long time, and you will learn your lesson; oh yes, you’ll learn.”

He pushed her from his lap, and she fell to the cold, stone floor with a small, fleshy sound. Snape stood and removed his outer robe, tossing it aside causally. He was wearing simple black slacks underneath, and that was all.

“Get up,” he commanded coldly, and she did as she was told.

He turned her around roughly and bent her over his desk; her feet were dangling slightly, and her ass was in the air, enticing. He leaned over her and murmured into her ear, “So, you like it rough, do you?” He grasped her curly hair in his fingers, and yanked it back slightly. She cried out, and he chuckled. He ground his hips into her, and knew she could feel his erection pressed against her backside. Her breathing became rougher, coming in quick, heavy gasps. He laughed some more. One pale hand slid down her curving side, rasping over her abused ass, to find her moist entrance. He slipped one finger inside her, and she moaned, making him laugh out loud.

“You whore, you cunt! Look how wet you are; how much you want this.”

“No…” Amanda gasped, legs shaking as he slid his finger in and out of her slowly.

“No what?” Snape asked, his tone cold.

“No,” was all she said again.

The hand in her hair shoved her face down hard into the desk. “Shut up.”

He withdrew his finger from her dripping hole, and found her clit. He massaged it quickly and expertly, making her moan and cry out incoherently. He too was breathing hard now, his lank black hair falling in his face.

He felt her arousal levels increasing, she was close to climax. Suddenly, he pinched her clit hard, cutting off the impending orgasm and making her scream. The scream tore a responding groan from him, and he laughed cruelly. He inserted two fingers into her this time, giving her clit time to recover. He returned his attention to the swollen nub again soon enough, continuing the pattern of pain and pleasure, never allowing her to find release. Snape’s arousal grew every time he made her scream, until he could barely stand it.

He found his fly, and released his throbbing cock. It bobbed against her thigh, and Snape heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Panting, she managed, “Yes!”

“Do you really? You think you want this, you want me to fill you with my cock, take you?”

“Yes! Please, Professor!” She screamed, sobbing with desperation and humiliation.

“Very well.”

He shoved his cock into her, and felt her maidenhead give way. He was slightly surprised.

“A virgin,” he grunted. “I would have never guessed.”

Amanda could only moan.

He pulled her head up by her hair, arching her back so he could reach her breasts. He cupped one, first squeezing the entire milky globe, then pinching one pink nipple.
“You have nice tits,” he whispered, his hot breath making goosebumps stand out along her arms. He let her had drop and grasped her hips firmly.

“It’s time to learn your lesson, Miss Underwood.”

He fucked her hard. He slammed his cock into her again and again, his hips slapping against her ass, making obscene noises. The Cresco Contacto did its job. Again and again, she screamed his name, and he felt her pussy contract around his cock.

“No!” Amanda was hollering. “No more! I can’t take anymore!”

“Not yet!” Snape grunted, his face flush, his back slick with sweat. “You’re a very inconsiderate lover, Miss Underwood, I haven’t reached MY climax yet. And I could go for HOURS yet.” His laugh was breathy.

Amanda was weeping. A person is only able to orgasm so many times before it becomes overwhelming. Amanda had reached that limit and was rapidly shooting past it. Her pussy ached and her body was trembling uncontrollably. Pleasure and pain had become one. She felt herself struggling to stay conscious.

“No more…no more…” she moaned softly.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Snape panted.

“Yes! Oh God, yes…”

“Do you promise to be a good student and respect me?”

“Anything! Anything…”

Snape relaxed and thrust a few more times, before pushing himself as deep as he could go when he came, filling her with his seed; his face buried in her softly scented hair.

He leaned on her for a few minutes before standing up and re-zipping his fly. Without his body to support her, Amanda collapsed onto the ground, moaning and sobbing.

He walked briskly to one of his cabinets and withdrew a small package.

“Mix this in some water and drink it immediately, we wouldn’t want you getting pregnant.” He tossed the little bag at her.

Amanda took it in one shaking hand, and nodded weakly.

“Now, you promise to be good and not tell anyone about this?”

She nodded once more.

“And no more sass in class?”

Affirmative.

“Excellent. I knew you’d come around, Miss Underwood. You’ve been a very good student, but then again, I’m a very good teacher.”