Perhaps Today

Perhaps Today

For the seventh time in the hour, Professor Severus Snape caught Harry Potter glancing up at him. He wasn’t sure if the boy was beginning to suspect, or if he was simply nervous that he was about to be criticised on his poor attempt at brewing a simple potion. He started watching Potter’s behaviour even more closely.

The way he clumsily knocked over the phial, but Granger – fortunately for him - caught it in time. The way he continually wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his robe’s sleeve. But more importantly, he watched Potter as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Snape felt a small smirk cross over his lips.

The boy should be uncomfortable after what he had experienced last night.

Snape’s smirk turned into a full, evil grin.

The last bell of the lesson startled everyone, but no one more than Potter. He practically flew out of the classroom, and had almost made it out completely had it not been for the dreaded words that filled the air:

“Mr Potter.”

The young Gryffindor stopped in his tracks and hung his head. His two friends walking by patted him on the back as if it would comfort him.

It didn’t.

Slowly, and with his head still lowered, Potter walked to the front of the class.

Like a snake slithering around a tree, Snape stood up and moved to the front of his desk. He loomed over the short boy and circled him a few times. Even though he knew the boy was terrified, Potter stood his ground and clenched his fists. Perhaps it was merely to stop his hands from shaking.

Stopping behind Potter, Snape leaned over and hissed in his ears.

“Do you know why you are here, Potter?”

He could actually hear the boy swallow.

“Yes, sir,” he growled through his teeth, assumingly to cover his anxiety.

“And?” Snape asked, letting the word linger.

“I am to report to you every day for my daily detention until you otherwise deem it unnecessary,” Potter said, repeating it verbatim per Professor McGonagall.

Snape smirked. “That is correct.”

He heard Potter make a small noise from the back of the throat, as if he wanted to say something. Snape walked around to face the boy. Potter glanced up and noticed his raised eyebrow that asked, “What is it?” The boy opened his mouth, but quickly shut it.

“You’re wondering why I called you now?” Snape guessed.

Although he didn’t have to. Potter was thinking it.

Potter’s head snapped up. “Yes!”

Snape narrowed his eyes, and immediately, Potter realised his mistake.

“That, just cost you an extra week, boy.”

Potter let out a noise similar to a whinge, and Snape smiled inwardly.

Snape moved behind his desk to sit down, talking all the while.

“I have contacted your other professors to let them know you will not be present for the rest of today.”

Potter’s shoulders slouched. “Yes, professor,” he whispered.

The sound of wood scraping against the floor caught the boy’s attention and he looked up. Snape motioned the befuddled boy to stand in front of him. Reluctantly, he complied and stood there staring at him.

Snape scowled and snapped, “Kneel!”

Potters mouth gaped open and gasped. “Wha-a..?”

“I said,” he grabbed the sleeve of Potter’s robe to emphasise, “Kneel!”

With that, Potter landed hard on his knees, but caught himself before his head hit the edge of Snape’s chair.

He looked up with horrified eyes. “B-but, professor. I don’t… I don’t understand. What are you…?”

Snape fisted the black mop and yanked his head back. “Do not argue with me again, boy, or I will ram it down your throat.”

Potter took several open mouth breaths, staring at him, disbelieving what Snape was implying. He flinched when Snape pulled his face closer to his.

“This is the detention I have decided upon, and if you cannot recall it,” he jerked on the boy’s head, “that, Potter, is your problem.” The boy blinked. “Now, get to work,” he hissed.

He released Potter’s hair sharply, which caused him to fall slightly back. Snape spread open his robe, and leaned back in his chair. He raised a brow.

Potter rubbed his hands on the front of his jeans, and glanced over to the main door.

“You needn’t worry of interruption. The next class is not for another two hours.”

Potter looked as if the world had crumbled at his feet. Snape was sure the boy actually thought someone would come in and expose his nasty professor doing obscene things to a child.

Not bloody likely.

Potter reached out and carefully unlatched Snape’s belt and then lowered the zip. Frowning, he pulled apart the front of the trousers. His eyes flickered up to Snape’s.

Snape sneered. “Pull it out and suck on it,” he demanded.

As so many countless times before, Potter awkwardly – and sometimes painfully – pulled out Snape’s limp penis and held it loosely in his hand, staring at it. Impatiently, Snape fisted Potter’s hair again, and shoved the boy’s face into his groin. He held it there.

“I said suck,” he snapped.

Potter grabbed onto Snape's legs, pushing against it, trying to pull away so he could breathe. Through the black, curly tufts of hair, Potter cried, “All right! All right!”

Snape let go and instantly, Potter reached up to wipe his mouth off. Presumably to remove the pubic hairs. His face flew sideways at once. He looked up in shock and was about to speak, but a raised hand stopped him. So, without being told – or hit – again, his mouth covered Snape's cock.

As usual, Snape closed his eyes in a lame attempt to block the discomfort of the teeth. But, just like each and every time, it was worth it because a blowjob was not what he was after. A hard on, yes. But not a blowjob.

This was detention after all.

Unable to take anymore, Snape shoved Potter away.

“Enough! That was absolutely appalling!” Snape bared his teeth. “You were doing that on purpose, weren’t you, you little…”

“No, I wasn’t! I swear! I just don’t know how to--”

“Of course you do, you fool. You do it every night,” Snape hissed.

Snape took immense pleasure watching the boy’s face turn bright pink.

“You will regret doing that, Potter, trust me. Now, stand and remove your shoes, robe and trousers.” Seeing Potter pause, he held up his hand.

Potter jumped to his feet and began removing said clothes. He tossed them a few feet from where they were, and then turned to face his professor. Snape was sure the boy was relieved to have his pants still on. He would have to rectify that.

“Open the top drawer and take out the white container.”

Potter did what he was told and, not knowing where to put it, held it in his hand.

“Open it.”

Potter frowned at the contents once he unscrewed the lid. He bent over and sniffed it.

Snape grinned. “Set it down and lower your pants. Then rub the cream all over your bum.”

Potter stiffened but complied. Obviously, he had finally learned not to argue. Snape watched intently as the clear substance was rubbed over the pale flesh and softly sighed.

When Potter’s hand came close to his crack, but did not go into it, Snape cleared his throat.

“In the crease as well.”

Potter hesitated for a few seconds before slipping a few fingers covered in cream in between. Thinking he was finally done, Potter sat the jar down and stood there waiting for Snape's next order. Snape sat up straight.

“I do not believe you got enough in there. Bend over the desk and pry your cheeks open.”

The boy took several deep breaths, and then laid his top half over Snape's desk. He reached back and parted his ass, revealing his tiny pink pucker. He flinched when Snape stood. Potter held his breath, but a sharp smack to his bottom released it.

Snape pulled the cheeks further apart, enough to where the hole was fully stretched.

Snape tsked. “No, you did not get any in there.”

Scooping a glob of cream on his two fingers, Snape ran his fingertips up and down Potter’s crack. He paused and slipped the tip of his finger into what he was sure Potter thought was his ‘virgin’ hole. As to be expected, the boy gasped.

“Don’t move!” Snape snapped.

Snape's finger returned to the small hole and began working the cream into it. First with one finger. Then with two. He could hear the boy breathing in and out of his mouth. He stopped to reach for more, and then began again – this time with three. Potter let go of his bum and lifted his torso up as if to leave. Snape slammed the boy back down.

“I said don’t move! Now pull those cheeks apart!”

As soon as Potter did, Snape plunged in two fingers, burying them completely. He held them there, waiting for the boy to gather his composure. Finally, Potter relaxed and then sighed out of resignation. Snape smiled and slid his fingers out half-way, only to slide them back in. Under the hand that was holding him down, he felt Potter’s back shudder. Snape continued to finger fuck the boy until he saw him pushing against his fingers.

Good. It was time.

Snape removed his fingers, wiped them off on the top of Potter’s bum, and walked over to the boy’s abandoned trousers. He grabbed the belt and walked back over. He held it up in front of Potter’s face.

“This will be your punishment,” he stated.

Predictably, Potter looked relieved. Snape inwardly chuckled. He always looked relieved.

Until…

Sure enough, Potter let go of his cheeks and reached up to grab the opposite edge of Snape's desk.

“I did not tell you to remove your hands!” Snape barked.

Slowly, Potter spread his bum once again with his fingers and waited.

And waited.

Snape knew that the longer he took, the more anxious the boy would become.

Perfect.

The first strike against Potter’s crack was the hardest. Potter jumped up and clenched his cheeks together. Snape landed a blow onto Potter’s leg.

“Get back down!”

Potter actually looked hurt. But it wasn’t from the pain.

Advancing slowly, he hissed, “I said. Get. Back. Down.”

The boy immediately lay back down and parted his bum.

Over the course of five minutes, Snape struck Potter’s hole repeatedly until it was a brilliant shade of red. He tapped on the boy’s hand, indicating it was time to remove them. The boy let out a shaky sigh of relief, just to have it replaced with a cry of pain.

Like the hole, the first blow to Potter’s bum was always the most painful.

Snape concentrated on different areas at a time. First the centre of one cheek, then the other, then where the cheeks met Potter’s thighs. Each area got at least 10 spanks. After that, he began again. In fact, he didn't stop until the whole of the cheeks were a dark shade of crimson, and Potter was sobbing non-stop.

By this time, Potter’s pride was long gone, and Snape knew that the boy wouldn’t say no to anything. As usual, the boy’s pants were off, probably from all the kicking of his legs. Snape leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Time for your final punishment.”

Potter weakly nodded.

Snape grabbed Potter’s foot and removed his sock.

“Open your mouth.”

Not even questioning why, the boy opened his mouth and the smelly sock was shoved in. Snape draped his body over the boy.

“Just remember to relax, Potter.”

Usually Snape liked to hear Potter scream, but today he only wanted to concentrate on feeling that tight anus clench around his cock. He closed his eyes and smiled.

It was a shame he would have to administer a pain potion, laced with a mild form of a memory reducer, to the boy.

Just once Snape would love Potter to remember.

Perhaps tomorrow.


Roedhunt
2009