Professor Snape Bangs Again

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Chapter 1 ~ Extreme Insubordination Equals Extreme Correction

"Professor Snape, you can just…just…stuff yourself!" Hermione screamed at the Potions Master.

A collective gasp went up from the rest of the seventh year Potions class at Hermione Granger's outburst. The witch was insane!

Ever since they had returned from the Christmas break, the Gryffindor witch had been decidedly acting more and more disrespectful to Professor Snape, losing a large amount of points for her house, having her grades slashed and getting repeated detentions with Filch. It was as if she had declared some kind of war on the dour wizard.

Snape looked at the witch, a terrible expression on his face. The little spitfire had become impertinent toward him since he fucked her and threw her out of his rooms on New Year's Eve. He had expected her to be reticent, embarrassed and ashamed of herself afterwards…but instead Hermione was angry, and her anger increased daily.

The Professor had taken her through the mill that night and fucked her unmercifully after luring the eighteen-year-old witch to his rooms. He seduced her by appealing to her intellect, promising her a pleasurable experience. But the pleasure was all his as he tore into her virgin body brutally, informing her afterwards that his treatment was an education of sorts, and now she knew that a wizard would say anything to get under her robes. Then he fed her a slew of pain and healing potions and put her out.

He had not counted on her becoming insubordinate. She had taken to speaking to him very disrespectfully in class, challenging his theories and interrupting his lectures worse than ever before. She argued over her marks in class, the moment she received them, claiming he was purposely sabotaging her grade point average and threatening to bring him before the Board of Magical Education for a hearing. She did these things in front of the other students, and was disrupting the aura of terror he worked so hard to establish over his pupils. If Hermione stood up to him, then eventually others would attempt it as well.

Now she had blatantly told him to go stuff himself because of her latest marks. And done so publicly. This couldn't go on. He had to do something.

"What did you say to me, Miss Granger?" he asked her in a low dangerous voice that made the rest of the students blanch.

"I told you to go stuff yourself, you greasy git!" Hermione shouted at him again.

That was the rock cake that broke the hippogriff's back.

The Potions Master stood up, walked around his desk and stood in front of the first row desk Hermione was seated at. Her face was flushed and her amber eyes flashed up at him, narrowed and hateful.

"Miss Granger, up to this point I have tried the normal methods to control your dismal, disruptive and disrespectful behavior in my classroom. Obviously, they do not work since you continue to challenge me. Since point loss and detention seem to have no effect…" the Potions Master began

Suddenly the Professor's hand shot out and he grabbed Hermione by her collar and hauled her shrieking over the desk, pulling her against him.

"…I am forced to punish you in another fashion," he finished, backing up to his desk with the struggling, screaming witch.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Hermione screamed.

"I see I have to add foul language to your list of offenses," the Potions Master said, sitting on his desk and wrestling the small witch across his lap.

The entire class was silent and wide-eyed. Surely Professor Snape wasn't going to…

The Professor pulled up Hermione's robes, her skirt and lowered her knickers. She screamed as she felt the air hit her naked ass. The Professor smirked and began spanking her, hard, the witch screaming as his large pale hand whacked her flesh over and over. Several wizards found themselves with wood as the Professor poured it on, smacking her jiggling flesh over and over, the witch crying now, tears streaming down her face.

"You will address me with respect Miss Granger, and follow protocol when you have a dispute," the Professor said, whipping her until her ass was bright, bright red and Hermione was begging him to let her go. He didn't listen but continued to wallop her. After about ten minutes of hard spanking, the Potions Master did let her go, pulling up her knickers over her crimson ass and lowering her skirt and robes. He released the witch, who scrambled away from him, horror and pain on her face.

He had spanked her naked ass in front of the entire seventh year Potions class! How could he do such a thing?

Hermione looked at the class, most of who were smirking at her. This would be all over Hogwarts the minute they were let out. Hermione had tears streaming down her face, horribly embarrassed and ashamed that she was so publicly humiliated. Her ass hurt like hell. She couldn't sit on it. Professor Snape wasn't going to get away with this. She'd have him sacked!

Grabbing her books, Hermione ran for the classroom door.

The Professor, who was still sitting on his desk with his arms folded, watched her go then called out, "Fifty points from Gryffindor for leaving my class without permission, Miss Granger!"

She didn't care. She exited the classroom and straight for the Headmaster's office. Snape would pay.

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Hermione stood in the Headmaster's office, Professor Snape sitting in an armchair facing Albus Dumbledore, a bored look on his face as the wizard viewed a pensieve he had provided of Hermione's actions since she returned from holiday.

After a while, Albus removed his finger from the pensieve and looked at Hermione, his eyes dark.

"Miss Granger, your actions in Professor Snape's classroom are startling and quite out of character. You are insolent, rude and disruptive. In addition you are not following protocol in dealing with disputes. How do you explain this?"

Hermione flushed at Dumbledore's assessment of her behavior. He was completely right. But he didn't know what the Professor had done to her. Telling him would do no good though since she freely consented to fuck the Potions Master. Plus she didn't want anyone to know what she had done with the wizard.

"He is unbearable, Headmaster. I just can't take him anymore," she said, her eyes glistening.

"Then I suggest you drop my class, Miss Granger, rather than disrupt it and negatively affect the students that can bear me," the Professor purred.

"I can't drop your class now," Hermione spat at the wizard, "I need it to graduate properly."

"Well, I can assure you that your current marks in my class are not stellar. Your treasured grade point average has plummeted significantly because of your actions towards me. I do not only mark for grades, Miss Granger, but attitude as well. Yours is dismal to say the least…currently your mark is zero," the Professor said with an evil smirk, "Attitude is twenty-five percent of your grade."

Hermione stared at him. Shit. She hadn't known that.

"You look shocked, Miss Granger," the wizard said, his dark eyes glittering. "You have no one to blame but yourself."

Hermione looked at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, he pulled my knickers down and spanked me to tears in front of the entire class! Surely he can't get away with that?" she said to the Headmaster imploringly.

Dumbledore looked at her.

"I'm afraid he can, Miss Granger," the Headmaster said quietly

Hermione's mouth dropped open and a distinctly smug look appeared on the Potions Master's face.

"What?" she exclaimed, looking from Dumbledore to Snape to Dumbledore again, "You can't mean that, Headmaster!"

He nodded soberly.

"Physical punishment of a student is allowed when standard punishments do not have an effect. It is a standard Hogwarts rule, in place for centuries though little utilized. Spanking is an accepted form of punishment for students that do not responded to other methods of correction. After viewing this pensieve, Miss Granger, I have to say that the Potions Master was well within his rights to punish you for your insubordination in such a manner. Embarrassing as it was, Miss Granger, you did indeed bring it on yourself. Your behavior has been this way for several weeks despite corrective measures."

"Professor Snape must maintain control in his classroom and cannot afford to have one irate student constantly disrupting it. And since the Potions Master's treatment of you has not altered in any way I can see, then you will just have to buck up and accept what happened to you," Dumbledore said, "In addition, you have shown absolutely no consideration for your fellow students, costing Gryffindor a total of five hundred points in the past three weeks. They will have to hustle to get back in the running for the house cup. You are not acting yourself, Miss Granger. Is there a reason for your hostility toward the Potions Master that you need to get off your chest?"

Hermione looked at the Professor, whose eyes glinted at her knowingly.

"Tell the Headmaster if I've done anything to offend you, Miss Granger," he purred at her.

Hermione wanted to hex that smug look off of Snape's face badly, or at least curse him. But she couldn't bring herself to tell the Headmaster the wizard had fucked her then threw her out of his rooms on New Years Eve.

Her shoulders slumped. She was beaten.

"No, Headmaster. It is just seventh year stress I guess," she responded.

Albus didn't believe her. Something was going on here. But if the witch wouldn't say what, there was nothing he could do.

"If it is stress, Miss Granger, then I suggest you go to Madame Pomfrey and get a potion to ease the effects. Your behavior at this time is entirely unacceptable, and you must do something about it. I suggest you get yourself under control in Professor Snape's class or more than likely you will continue to receive this sort of public chastising. I know you don't want that," Dumbledore said sympathetically.

"Yes Headmaster," said Hermione.

She turned to leave.

"Oh Miss Granger, I believe an apology for your behavior towards me is warranted," Professor Snape said silkily.

Hermione scowled at him.

"It may be warranted, Professor…but you'll never get one from me," she responded, storming from the room.

Albus' eyebrows rose at the witch's response. He was quite disturbed. This was so unlike Miss Granger. He turned his eyes on Severus suspiciously.

"Is there something you need to tell me about Miss Granger, Severus?" he asked the dark wizard, his eyes leveled on him evenly.

"Only that she is the most contrary, disruptive, aggravating student currently enrolled in my class, Headmaster," the Professor responded.

Albus stared at him for a moment. The Professor evidenced no reaction of guilt. But he wouldn't. He was a spy after all. Hiding the truth was his specialty after all.

Albus sighed.

"Very well, Severus, you may go," he said, dismissing the wizard who stood up. "Hopefully this will be the last incident with Miss Granger."

"I highly doubt that Headmaster. The witch is too emotional and hardheaded. She may act reasonably for a few days, but I suspect her behavior will revert back to what it is now…and if I have to spank her every day, I will," the Potions Master said.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It is your class, Severus, and it is your right to run it as you see fit. But sometimes understanding is more effective than punishment," Dumbledore said.

"Not in my world," Severus replied, "Good day, Headmaster."

"Good day, Severus," the Headmaster replied.

He watched as the dark wizard departed his office. Most likely he had taken great pleasure in publicly humiliating the witch. He leaned toward things like that. Albus wondered how different the wizard might have been if not forced to serve the Dark Lord as a double agent for the Order all these years.

He seemed to have a dark, somber personality to start with, but maybe he would have been more compassionate if he himself had experienced compassion. Such immersion in evil had to have an effect. It was as if the wizard was marinated in wickedness. He couldn't help but be flavored by it.

Albus sighed.

Whatever Miss Granger's problem was, he hoped she'd get over it. Severus would love to continue his humiliation of her, and would continue if given the opportunity.

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Severus walked back toward the dungeons, taking the shifting stairs. His mind was on the spanking he had given the witch. He smiled nastily. He had enjoyed beating her smooth soft ass until it was deep red. If he had done it in private, he would have finished it up by fucking her brutally, pounding against her already sore ass unmercifully as she howled. The wizard felt himself hardening and let out a little hiss.

Hermione Granger was old news. Been there…done that. And quite thoroughly too.

But damn she was asking for it. If she kept fucking with him, she was going to get it too, and worse than before. The Potions Master hated insubordination in any form

Severus turned down the dungeon corridors and toward his rooms, his erection refusing to go down.

He'd most likely have to take the matter in hand.

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A/N: Ah, Part 2 to this disturbing, dark Snapefic. Let me know what you think so far. Please review.