Corporal Punishment
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Corporal Punishment
Corporal Punishment
“S-s-sixteen! Se-EH-venteen! Eighteennineteentwenty!”
The young, sandy-blond’s arms shook as he tried to remain as still as he possibly could. Given the current situation, that is.
“Rise, Mr Longbottom and take your place alongside the others against the wall.”
It was hard enough to walk the few feet with his trousers still pooled over his shoes, but it was harder still to walk with a sore bum. He shuffled as fast as he could, knowing that he would get an extra detention for his dawdling. Neville took a small feeling of relief, finally standing next to his classmates that were facing the slick dungeon wall. The worst was over.
Yes, the worst was over. Lord Voldemort was finally defeated at the beginning of their seventh year and the students became – shall we say – over enthusiastic. Secret parties were held late on school nights - alcohol was no dubiety present - rumours about sexual acts were whispered in the halls, and their grades fell considerably. Rather than finding the offending culprits (which was basically all of the seventh years) and expelling them, the adults of the wizarding world had unanimously decided on the best way to handle them.
Corporal punishment.
And there was only one man for the job....
Severus Snape, the elite Potions master at Hogwarts, eyed each of the twelve students that lined his office wall. He commended himself on a job well done. What was once soft and pale skin, was now red and purple, with a tinge of blue. Thin lines of welts adorned some of the displayed arses whilst others had thick blotches here and there. Snape made sure that the students never received the same strike in the same place, or in the same manner for their weekly (some were daily) punishments. It would be all too easy for them to slip into a routine.
Not to mention boring.
Taking away house points were removed from the small individual discrepancies and this new form of punishment was now administered. The house points only served for the major crimes. Well, major in Snape's eyes since he was the one who decided which infraction was major and which was minor … and what the appropriate action would entail.
It wasn’t hard to figure out which he usually decided upon.
Snape smiled as he watched the four young witches shivering – from the cold no doubt – as they held the edge of their skirts up and over their reddened cheeks. He had to be little more careful with them. Their internal organs were still growing and he didn’t want to upset the balance of nature. The boys on the other hand ... red was not quite the word to describe the colour. Beautiful patterns of wheals told the story. Canes, paddles... and some of the more deserving students had had the pleasure of the riding crop. The girls, on the other hand, had lovely marks that were made from an open hand. With splayed fingers, of course.
Snape inwardly laughed, observing the young witches and wizards. Most of the students had their shoulders hunched over whilst others stood tall and stoic.
Arrogant little shits.
Satisfied that all twelve were now completely and utterly humiliated from showing their bruised assets to their hated professor, he finally ended the tension and spoke.
“Grip the sides of your undergarments and pull them up.”
A sense of relief filled the small dungeon room. However ... there was one small catch. Scratchy, wool underwear tonight. Snape smirked at the thought of their discomfort. They were instructed to wear them for the rest of the evening - including the evening meal. Snape couldn’t wait to watch their faces at dinner as they squirmed, trying to get into the best comfortable position. He also took pleasure in knowing that they could not remove them until morning. What a restless night they’ll have.
But of course, they did deserve it after all.
“Ladies, lower your skirts. Gentlemen, pull up your trousers. Good. Now turn around.”
There were flushed cheeks, dried tear tracks, fresh tear tracks, quivering lips and even a running nose. Longbottom naturally. A small sniff came from Hermione Granger. Snape grinned. He definitely loved his job. As his eyes fell upon each of the twelve students, two of them had their chins raised high and no evidence was showing on their faces of any type of misery.
"Typical," Snape thought, snorting. "It was always those two."
“Mr Potter. Mr Malfoy. Stay behind. The rest are free to leave.”
No one dared tried to whisper condolences to the two young men - that would earn them extra detention - but sympathetic eyes cried out. After the last student left, Snape pushed himself off the desk that he was casually leaning against and approached them. Neither one flinched.
“Well,” he said as he began to circle around the two. “It seems you both have grown quite accustomed to the 'normal' punishments."
He paused to see if there would be any type of reaction. There was none.
"Of course not," he thought with a smirk crossing his features.
Time to change the rules...
...tbc
“S-s-sixteen! Se-EH-venteen! Eighteennineteentwenty!”
The young, sandy-blond’s arms shook as he tried to remain as still as he possibly could. Given the current situation, that is.
“Rise, Mr Longbottom and take your place alongside the others against the wall.”
It was hard enough to walk the few feet with his trousers still pooled over his shoes, but it was harder still to walk with a sore bum. He shuffled as fast as he could, knowing that he would get an extra detention for his dawdling. Neville took a small feeling of relief, finally standing next to his classmates that were facing the slick dungeon wall. The worst was over.
Yes, the worst was over. Lord Voldemort was finally defeated at the beginning of their seventh year and the students became – shall we say – over enthusiastic. Secret parties were held late on school nights - alcohol was no dubiety present - rumours about sexual acts were whispered in the halls, and their grades fell considerably. Rather than finding the offending culprits (which was basically all of the seventh years) and expelling them, the adults of the wizarding world had unanimously decided on the best way to handle them.
Corporal punishment.
And there was only one man for the job....
Severus Snape, the elite Potions master at Hogwarts, eyed each of the twelve students that lined his office wall. He commended himself on a job well done. What was once soft and pale skin, was now red and purple, with a tinge of blue. Thin lines of welts adorned some of the displayed arses whilst others had thick blotches here and there. Snape made sure that the students never received the same strike in the same place, or in the same manner for their weekly (some were daily) punishments. It would be all too easy for them to slip into a routine.
Not to mention boring.
Taking away house points were removed from the small individual discrepancies and this new form of punishment was now administered. The house points only served for the major crimes. Well, major in Snape's eyes since he was the one who decided which infraction was major and which was minor … and what the appropriate action would entail.
It wasn’t hard to figure out which he usually decided upon.
Snape smiled as he watched the four young witches shivering – from the cold no doubt – as they held the edge of their skirts up and over their reddened cheeks. He had to be little more careful with them. Their internal organs were still growing and he didn’t want to upset the balance of nature. The boys on the other hand ... red was not quite the word to describe the colour. Beautiful patterns of wheals told the story. Canes, paddles... and some of the more deserving students had had the pleasure of the riding crop. The girls, on the other hand, had lovely marks that were made from an open hand. With splayed fingers, of course.
Snape inwardly laughed, observing the young witches and wizards. Most of the students had their shoulders hunched over whilst others stood tall and stoic.
Arrogant little shits.
Satisfied that all twelve were now completely and utterly humiliated from showing their bruised assets to their hated professor, he finally ended the tension and spoke.
“Grip the sides of your undergarments and pull them up.”
A sense of relief filled the small dungeon room. However ... there was one small catch. Scratchy, wool underwear tonight. Snape smirked at the thought of their discomfort. They were instructed to wear them for the rest of the evening - including the evening meal. Snape couldn’t wait to watch their faces at dinner as they squirmed, trying to get into the best comfortable position. He also took pleasure in knowing that they could not remove them until morning. What a restless night they’ll have.
But of course, they did deserve it after all.
“Ladies, lower your skirts. Gentlemen, pull up your trousers. Good. Now turn around.”
There were flushed cheeks, dried tear tracks, fresh tear tracks, quivering lips and even a running nose. Longbottom naturally. A small sniff came from Hermione Granger. Snape grinned. He definitely loved his job. As his eyes fell upon each of the twelve students, two of them had their chins raised high and no evidence was showing on their faces of any type of misery.
"Typical," Snape thought, snorting. "It was always those two."
“Mr Potter. Mr Malfoy. Stay behind. The rest are free to leave.”
No one dared tried to whisper condolences to the two young men - that would earn them extra detention - but sympathetic eyes cried out. After the last student left, Snape pushed himself off the desk that he was casually leaning against and approached them. Neither one flinched.
“Well,” he said as he began to circle around the two. “It seems you both have grown quite accustomed to the 'normal' punishments."
He paused to see if there would be any type of reaction. There was none.
"Of course not," he thought with a smirk crossing his features.
Time to change the rules...
...tbc