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FIC: Corporal Punishment part 3
Title: Corporal Punishment
Author:roedhunt
Pairing(s): Different ones for each chapter - this one has HG.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: With Voldemort defeated at last, the seventh year students have become – a little unhinged. Can Snape tame their wicked ways?
Highlight for Warnings: - * Old school discipline used - along with a few new ones. Spankings, UST, ginger root, BSDM*
Part Three:
The months following the decision for the new type of discipline – the corporal punishment to be exact – Professor Severus Snape had noticed a change in the sort of infractions that the students at Hogwarts were pursuing. It seemed that not only were they engaging in more sexual excursions, but also they were to the degree of what the Potions master administered.
Interesting.
The students were being influenced. By him. However, Snape had to shudder remembering the night he came upon Parkinson and Zabini. The smell alone from her arousal was repulsive. That was an image he would have liked to forget. He only hoped that they disinfected her wand efficiently.
Then there was Potter and Malfoy. Snape had to smirk at that memory. They wanted to cross the line of pain? Fine. Snape had made sure that they were pushed over it. Who knew that Malfoy would actually enjoy it? Now Snape's problem was to come up with something entirely different for their future punishments.
He grinned wickedly as he thought of a few.
Snape's mind then recalled the day he encountered the Irish brat and the Hufflepuff boy in the Quidditch’s changing room. He’d never be able to look at a broom in the same way again.
Snape was surprised that even Longbottom wasn’t immune. Snape had relished in the way the boy squeaked each time a blow landed on his arse. Better still was the way the boy tried desperately to administer the correct amount of fluid in his cauldron whilst trying not to spill it. It wasn’t until Snape stood in front of the young wizard that he saw the effect it had. The boy was sporting an erection.
It didn’t disgust Snape. It only gave him ideas.
Then there were the two students who stood before him now. Out of all of their classmates, they were the ones who had turned Snape's stomach the most. And he’d soon give them a lesson they’d never forget.
Both held their head high – like the ignorant Gryffindors they were – waiting for him to speak. He sneered at them and their nauseating display of false bravery. Snape cleared his throat, enjoying the way they both flinched.
“Do you know why you are here?”
The young woman lowered her head and peered up through her lashes and the red-headed spawn stuck out his chin.
“Yes, Professor Snape,” Hermione Granger whispered.
“Yes, … sir,” Ronald Weasley said through clenched teeth.
Snape raised a threatening brow at him, but the boy remained undaunted.
“And do you agree that your … actions should not go unpunished?”
The Granger girl’s eyes focused on the floor and nodded. “Yes, professor.”
Weasley glared at him. “Yes,” he answered then after a brief pause, “professor.”
Oh yes. Snape will savour immensely on his humiliating this cocky boy.
Snape glanced at the items on the desk in front of the two of them and then smirked as he met their gaze.
“Do you know what that is?” Snape asked, indicating with a small movement of his head.
Weasley remained quiet and Granger reluctantly nodded. “Yes, professor.”
Snape raised an expectant eyebrow. Though she didn’t see it, she must have assumed that he did.
“It’s a ginger root, sir.”
“And do you know what it is used for?”
“Of course,” Weasley bit out. “My mum uses it all the time.”
Snape's lip curled into a sadistic smirk. “Are there any other uses for it?”
The boy furrowed his brows in confusion, but the young woman nodded.
“And they are?”
Granger visibly swallowed and closed her eyes tightly. Her pale cheeks reddened.
“It was believed that it was used in preparation for show horses, where the ginger root was inserted into their … into them to induce the horses to hold their tail high.”
The Gryffindor boy opened his mouth and stared at his girlfriend in shock.
“Is that all?” Snape pushed.
“No, sir,” she answered quietly, still refusing to look at Snape directly. “Others have said that Victorian corporal punishment methods sometimes involved the plant to further humiliate and chastise the culprit,” she paused and her face flushed. “It also prevented the clenching of the buttocks during caning, birching or flagellation.”
“What?!” Weasley shouted and Granger jumped at his loud voice. “What the hell does that mean?”
Snape smiled inwardly. “You are correct, Miss Granger.”
In any other time it would have pleased her to be right, but as it was now, it only further embarrassed her. And Snape knew it.
“Then I believe the preparation should begin.”
The young woman snapped her head up, gasping in disbelief. The Weasley boy was flabbergasted. Snape turned to the chalkboard behind him and pointed.
“Here are the instructions on how to properly pare the root.” He turned back around with his eyes narrowed. “And I expect this to be followed precisely,” he said, looking directly at the young wizard.
“B-but, p-professor,” Granger began, stuttering.
Snape gave her a hard glare. “You have your instructions, Miss Granger,” he said, lowering his voice considerably.
She nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
Snape sat down and pretended to look over the assignments from the day. In truth, he didn’t want to miss the expressions the two of them held as they carved the plant into what resembled a butt plug, so he kept a noticeable eye on their work. It was the best part after all. Watching their faces as their nervous hands cut the root with dreaded anticipation.
When they were finally done, they stood still and waited. Snape rose slowly – and deliberately – from his chair and moved around his desk to stand in front of them. He scowled at the two students.
“I suppose it will have to do.” He turned to Granger. “I believe you will go first.”
“What?! No!” Weasley cried and the young woman blanched.
Snape faced the boy and hovered over him. “She will be the first to administer punishment on you,” he clarified.
“Professor, I thought you were …”
“And you thought wrong, Miss Granger.” He turned his attention back on the boy. “Mr. Weasley, you will go over to that desk and wait,” Snape ordered.
Clenching his jaw, the boy spun around and marched over to the indicated spot.
“Face the desk, Mr. Weasley.”
“What?”
Snape ignored him and looked at Granger. “You know what to do?”
She glanced at her boyfriend then back to her professor. “Yes, sir,” she said hesitantly.
She picked up the slick root and timidly walked over to the nervous boy, standing directly behind him.
“I believe since you are right-handed, I would suggest you move to his left side.”
She nodded and then shifted on her feet, patiently waiting for his next order.
“Lower your trousers and underwear, Mr. Weasley.”
“What?!”
“I said …”
Weasley spat, “I heard you … sir.”
Snape smirked and folded his arms comfortably across his chest and watched the boy fumble with his belt before sliding his garments to his knees.
“No,” Snape said, shaking his head. “I do believe that they should be removed entirely. Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Granger?”
She looked away and blushed. “Yes, sir.”
There was a long pause.
“Well?” Snape asked shortly.
Weasley grumbled and cursed under his breath. Snape could see his inner struggle at the thought of being so exposed to his girlfriend. After a long pause, he finally rid himself of his clothes, and turned his head to Snape and narrowed his eyes.
Snape ignored him.
“Miss Granger?”
“Yes, professor,” she whispered and carefully reached out and touched her boyfriend's fuzzy cheeks.
“Wait! Doesn’t there have to be some sort of … I don’t know, something to help it …”
Snape sighed in exasperation.
“Miss Granger, would you care to explain?”
“Ron, there doesn’t need to be any … help. The root is slick enough for,” she stopped and another blush rose up on her face. “access,” she finished nervously.
“That is correct, Miss Granger. And Mr. Weasley, I do recommend that you relax,” Snape said and a smirk was heard within his voice.
The Potions master nodded at Granger and she nodded in return. She took a half-step towards her boyfriend and gently pressed down on his lower back urging him to lean over. Weasley reluctantly bent over and placed his palms flat on the desk. He gasped sharply when he felt her carefully part his cheeks. His shoulders bunched in anticipation.
“Relax, Ron,” she whispered. “It’ll be all right,” she said encouragingly.
He muttered something unintelligently and his muscles ever so slightly loosened. Taking a calming breath, Granger aligned the tip of the root to Weasley’s entrance, but then stopped.
“Miss Granger,” Snape said warningly.
She looked over at him through the corner of her eyes before closing them. With a deep breath, she pushed the carved ginger all the way in.
“Bloody hell that’s cold!”
In a small voice, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Ron. I’m so sorry. I thought it would be better if …”
“Now, Miss Granger, you can begin by using the paddle behind you,” Snape said, interrupting her lame apology.
She quickly spun around and sure enough a wide wooden paddle lay on the desk. She gingerly picked it up and stared at it. She jumped when Snape spoke again.
“I recommend you begin immediately if we were to go by Mr. Weasley’s movements.”
“Hermione! Do something! Anything! It fucking burns!”
“Language, Mr. Weasley. For that you will get another five swats.”
The young wizard clenched and unclenched his buttocks and bounced on the balls of his feet. Snape smirked knowing that by doing that only increased the amount of fluid to come out.
“Hermione!”
Granger swung her arm and the paddle landed with a soft smack. Snape tsked.
“I think you can do better than that. Would you like me to show you how it should be done?”
She bit her lower lip and hesitantly nodded, unable to meet his eyes. Snape stood behind her and gently took hold of her wrist. He pulled her arm back and together they swung. It made a loud cracking noise that filled the entire room.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Another five swats.”
“Now you try,” Snape whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
She softly gasped and fought the urge to shiver. She pulled back her arm once again and struck her boyfriend’s rear as hard as she could.
“Ow! Fu-” he cried out but stopped himself quickly before the word was said.
Snape let it go. For now.
Snape was pleased to see the young witch use full force as she began to pick up a smooth rhythm. As to be expected, the spanking distracted the burning sensations that the root inflicted. Weasley began to pant.
“Hermione,” he whimpered. “H-harder.”
Snape grinned as he saw the boy’s face turn redder than his hair from the embarrassment of his confession. His grin widened even further seeing her eyes and mouth open from the shock of hearing it.
“Miss Granger?”
She jerked her head towards him then back at the bouncing boy. She gulped and then swung as hard she could. Weasley fell forward from the powerful blow but caught himself immediately. Snape thought he heard the boy swear again.
“Keep going, Miss Granger. You’ve only done eleven out of twenty-five,” Snape said nonchalantly.
Both looked at him in horror. “What?” they shrieked at the same time.
Snape tried not to wince at their loud scream, but failed. He gave a short nod of his head for her to continue. She began again and this time he knew they were both counting silently. He closed his eyes and listened only to the sound of crack of the paddle and the short gasps coming out of the boy’s mouth. Then he heard her grunting – obviously from the excursions. He allowed himself to smile, uncaring if they saw it or not. When she reached twenty-two he ordered her to stop. The boy moaned in relief. The girl looked at Snape questionably.
“Make the last three count,” he said, answering her unspoken question.
She scrunched up her face in concentration and then swung hard.
Crack!
“OW!”
Crack!
“SHITE!”
Crack!
“BLOODY HELL!”
“Stand aside, Miss Granger and you stay where you are, Mr. Weasley.”
“WHAT?”
Snape smirked, took the paddle from Granger’s hand, and then said, “This is for your two outbursts.”
Weasley’s body shook in anticipation and then his bruised arse flattened from the force. His legs struggled to keep him from collapsing. The next strike hit the boy so hard that he fell forward and landed face first on the desk. Weasley jumped up and spun around to glare at the satisfied grin all the while holding his sore arse.
“I did not give you permission to touch your behind, Mr. Weasley,” he said smirking. “You may now remove the plug.”
The boy grimaced and turned around a few times as he tried to grab the infernal root. At last he was able to reach it and then yanked it out with a hiss. He tossed it on the desk, dressed as fast he could – hissing in pain of course - then stood tall and clenched and unclenched his fists by his sides in a pathetic attempt to refrain himself from rubbing his bruised assets.
Hiding his pleasure, Snape announced, “It is now your turn, Miss Granger.”
She whimpered softly and nodded her consent. She looked pleadingly at her boyfriend as she passed him in hopes he would be gentle. He barely shrugged, but Snape could see the gleam in his eyes. Finally, she stood before the desk and looked over to Snape for further instructions.
“Lift your skirt and lower your undergarments to the floor.”
She hesitated briefly, then with shaky hands, raised her skirt over her hips and pulled her underwear down. Snape inwardly sighed as he gazed upon her pale flesh. He grabbed Weasley’s arm and pulled him aside.
“Do not use as much force on her as she did on you,” he said firmly, lowering his voice enough so she couldn’t hear.
Weasley glanced at her naked bottom and nodded.
Reluctantly.
He reached for the root and Snape held up a hand to stop him.
“Dip it in the bowl of water. It appears as if it has dried out.”
Weasley did what he said and took the few steps towards her.
“I presume you know which area to put it in?” Snape asked with a smirk.
The boy whipped his head around and sneered.
“Then begin,” he said.
Weasley slowly and carefully touched her soft bottom. She gasped.
“H-Hermione?”
“Its all right, Ron. Its just … your hands are so cold.”
“Sorry,” he muttered.
He rubbed them on his trousers several times then tried again.
“Better?”
She nodded. He sighed in relief and then slowly parted her cheeks.
“You have ten seconds to begin after you have inserted the root.”
Snape could almost hear the boy think, ”Oh sure. Warn me about it.”
Weasley paused for a moment. He placed the smooth tip against her small hole and held his breath as he watched in awe as it slid in.
Snape did as well.
“Oh!” she yelped softly.
“Now, Mr. Weasley.”
The boy nodded and quickly reached for the paddle. He hit her hard.
“Ow! Ron!”
“Mr. Weasley,” Snape warned. “What did I say?”
Weasley opened his mouth to spout off, but Granger beat him to it.
“Gods, it burns! Ron! Hurry up!”
His eyes widened and nodded even though she didn’t see it. He struck her again and she cried out even louder. He looked back at Snape in fear of being scolded once more, but he merely motioned the boy to continue. He began again, trying to aim correctly but it was hard because she was moving up and down too quickly, gasping loudly.
“Ow!”
He smacked her several more times alternating between hard and soft unintentionally, so Snape grabbed his wrist, stopping him mid-motion.
“Stroke her bottom,” he whispered.
The boy looked up at him confused. Snape pursed his lips tightly and raised an eyebrow. Weasley gently ran his hand up and down her hot cheeks.
“Ron! Keep going! It … helps.”
He began again clumsily, and after a few more swats, Snape snatched the paddle out of his hands.
“Watch carefully,” he hissed, moving directly behind her.
“Ron,” she pleaded.
“Relax, Miss Granger,” he said just above a whisper and he knew Weasley was scowling at him.
Snape caressed her red bum before striking her gently. She gasped sharply. He did it again with a little more force.
“You must build it up slowly,” he said to Weasley.
“P-please, professor. H-harder.”
Snape grinned inwardly. “I think not,” he said mentally. He was enjoying himself a little too much.
When he struck her bottom the fifth time, it landed hard.
“Ow! Professor!”
He did it again.
“Damn it!”
And again.
“Fuck!”
That’s what he wanted to hear.
“Language, Miss Granger.”
“You did that on purpose!” Weasley shouted.
Snape ignored him.
After six more smacks he handed the paddle back to the boy.
“Five more should be enough.”
Granger whimpered.
Wanting to get this torture over with as soon as possible, Weasley swatted her red arse quickly.
“Ow ow ow ow. OW! RON!” she yelled.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Snape nudged the boy aside and placed one hand on her hot cheek and with his other hand fumbled a bit with his fingers in her crease as if he couldn’t find the root. He heard the boy growl. Snape pulled the ginger out slowly, prolonging it needlessly.
Well, needless to her anyway.
He kept the root in his hand, turned, and then walked over to his desk.
“Cover yourself, Miss Granger, then the two of you sit down,” he called out over his shoulder.
He was sure that they could hear the smile in his voice.
Snape wrapped his robes around his front then sat down before them. His eyes shined with satisfaction at their grimacing expressions as they tried to get comfortable.
“Now then. What have you learned?”
They remained silent.
“Mr. Weasley?”
“Not to hit so hard,” he replied through clenched teeth.
“Miss Granger?”
She looked away and blushed.
“Um, not to …”
“No.”
She looked up at him frowning.
He raised a brow. “It was to show you what it felt like on the other end.”
She blushed deeper. “Oh.”
Snape began to straighten the parchments on his desk.
“Dismissed.”
He could hear the chairs scraping on the hard cement floor and it wasn’t until he heard the door close that he leaned back. He pushed his robe aside with one hand and lifted the root up to his nose with the other.
“Until next time,” he mused out loud.
part four
part one
part two
Title: Corporal Punishment
Author:
roedhuntPairing(s): Different ones for each chapter - this one has HG.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: With Voldemort defeated at last, the seventh year students have become – a little unhinged. Can Snape tame their wicked ways?
Highlight for Warnings: - * Old school discipline used - along with a few new ones. Spankings, UST, ginger root, BSDM*
Part Three:
The months following the decision for the new type of discipline – the corporal punishment to be exact – Professor Severus Snape had noticed a change in the sort of infractions that the students at Hogwarts were pursuing. It seemed that not only were they engaging in more sexual excursions, but also they were to the degree of what the Potions master administered.
Interesting.
The students were being influenced. By him. However, Snape had to shudder remembering the night he came upon Parkinson and Zabini. The smell alone from her arousal was repulsive. That was an image he would have liked to forget. He only hoped that they disinfected her wand efficiently.
Then there was Potter and Malfoy. Snape had to smirk at that memory. They wanted to cross the line of pain? Fine. Snape had made sure that they were pushed over it. Who knew that Malfoy would actually enjoy it? Now Snape's problem was to come up with something entirely different for their future punishments.
He grinned wickedly as he thought of a few.
Snape's mind then recalled the day he encountered the Irish brat and the Hufflepuff boy in the Quidditch’s changing room. He’d never be able to look at a broom in the same way again.
Snape was surprised that even Longbottom wasn’t immune. Snape had relished in the way the boy squeaked each time a blow landed on his arse. Better still was the way the boy tried desperately to administer the correct amount of fluid in his cauldron whilst trying not to spill it. It wasn’t until Snape stood in front of the young wizard that he saw the effect it had. The boy was sporting an erection.
It didn’t disgust Snape. It only gave him ideas.
Then there were the two students who stood before him now. Out of all of their classmates, they were the ones who had turned Snape's stomach the most. And he’d soon give them a lesson they’d never forget.
Both held their head high – like the ignorant Gryffindors they were – waiting for him to speak. He sneered at them and their nauseating display of false bravery. Snape cleared his throat, enjoying the way they both flinched.
“Do you know why you are here?”
The young woman lowered her head and peered up through her lashes and the red-headed spawn stuck out his chin.
“Yes, Professor Snape,” Hermione Granger whispered.
“Yes, … sir,” Ronald Weasley said through clenched teeth.
Snape raised a threatening brow at him, but the boy remained undaunted.
“And do you agree that your … actions should not go unpunished?”
The Granger girl’s eyes focused on the floor and nodded. “Yes, professor.”
Weasley glared at him. “Yes,” he answered then after a brief pause, “professor.”
Oh yes. Snape will savour immensely on his humiliating this cocky boy.
Snape glanced at the items on the desk in front of the two of them and then smirked as he met their gaze.
“Do you know what that is?” Snape asked, indicating with a small movement of his head.
Weasley remained quiet and Granger reluctantly nodded. “Yes, professor.”
Snape raised an expectant eyebrow. Though she didn’t see it, she must have assumed that he did.
“It’s a ginger root, sir.”
“And do you know what it is used for?”
“Of course,” Weasley bit out. “My mum uses it all the time.”
Snape's lip curled into a sadistic smirk. “Are there any other uses for it?”
The boy furrowed his brows in confusion, but the young woman nodded.
“And they are?”
Granger visibly swallowed and closed her eyes tightly. Her pale cheeks reddened.
“It was believed that it was used in preparation for show horses, where the ginger root was inserted into their … into them to induce the horses to hold their tail high.”
The Gryffindor boy opened his mouth and stared at his girlfriend in shock.
“Is that all?” Snape pushed.
“No, sir,” she answered quietly, still refusing to look at Snape directly. “Others have said that Victorian corporal punishment methods sometimes involved the plant to further humiliate and chastise the culprit,” she paused and her face flushed. “It also prevented the clenching of the buttocks during caning, birching or flagellation.”
“What?!” Weasley shouted and Granger jumped at his loud voice. “What the hell does that mean?”
Snape smiled inwardly. “You are correct, Miss Granger.”
In any other time it would have pleased her to be right, but as it was now, it only further embarrassed her. And Snape knew it.
“Then I believe the preparation should begin.”
The young woman snapped her head up, gasping in disbelief. The Weasley boy was flabbergasted. Snape turned to the chalkboard behind him and pointed.
“Here are the instructions on how to properly pare the root.” He turned back around with his eyes narrowed. “And I expect this to be followed precisely,” he said, looking directly at the young wizard.
“B-but, p-professor,” Granger began, stuttering.
Snape gave her a hard glare. “You have your instructions, Miss Granger,” he said, lowering his voice considerably.
She nodded and mumbled, “Yes, sir.”
Snape sat down and pretended to look over the assignments from the day. In truth, he didn’t want to miss the expressions the two of them held as they carved the plant into what resembled a butt plug, so he kept a noticeable eye on their work. It was the best part after all. Watching their faces as their nervous hands cut the root with dreaded anticipation.
When they were finally done, they stood still and waited. Snape rose slowly – and deliberately – from his chair and moved around his desk to stand in front of them. He scowled at the two students.
“I suppose it will have to do.” He turned to Granger. “I believe you will go first.”
“What?! No!” Weasley cried and the young woman blanched.
Snape faced the boy and hovered over him. “She will be the first to administer punishment on you,” he clarified.
“Professor, I thought you were …”
“And you thought wrong, Miss Granger.” He turned his attention back on the boy. “Mr. Weasley, you will go over to that desk and wait,” Snape ordered.
Clenching his jaw, the boy spun around and marched over to the indicated spot.
“Face the desk, Mr. Weasley.”
“What?”
Snape ignored him and looked at Granger. “You know what to do?”
She glanced at her boyfriend then back to her professor. “Yes, sir,” she said hesitantly.
She picked up the slick root and timidly walked over to the nervous boy, standing directly behind him.
“I believe since you are right-handed, I would suggest you move to his left side.”
She nodded and then shifted on her feet, patiently waiting for his next order.
“Lower your trousers and underwear, Mr. Weasley.”
“What?!”
“I said …”
Weasley spat, “I heard you … sir.”
Snape smirked and folded his arms comfortably across his chest and watched the boy fumble with his belt before sliding his garments to his knees.
“No,” Snape said, shaking his head. “I do believe that they should be removed entirely. Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Granger?”
She looked away and blushed. “Yes, sir.”
There was a long pause.
“Well?” Snape asked shortly.
Weasley grumbled and cursed under his breath. Snape could see his inner struggle at the thought of being so exposed to his girlfriend. After a long pause, he finally rid himself of his clothes, and turned his head to Snape and narrowed his eyes.
Snape ignored him.
“Miss Granger?”
“Yes, professor,” she whispered and carefully reached out and touched her boyfriend's fuzzy cheeks.
“Wait! Doesn’t there have to be some sort of … I don’t know, something to help it …”
Snape sighed in exasperation.
“Miss Granger, would you care to explain?”
“Ron, there doesn’t need to be any … help. The root is slick enough for,” she stopped and another blush rose up on her face. “access,” she finished nervously.
“That is correct, Miss Granger. And Mr. Weasley, I do recommend that you relax,” Snape said and a smirk was heard within his voice.
The Potions master nodded at Granger and she nodded in return. She took a half-step towards her boyfriend and gently pressed down on his lower back urging him to lean over. Weasley reluctantly bent over and placed his palms flat on the desk. He gasped sharply when he felt her carefully part his cheeks. His shoulders bunched in anticipation.
“Relax, Ron,” she whispered. “It’ll be all right,” she said encouragingly.
He muttered something unintelligently and his muscles ever so slightly loosened. Taking a calming breath, Granger aligned the tip of the root to Weasley’s entrance, but then stopped.
“Miss Granger,” Snape said warningly.
She looked over at him through the corner of her eyes before closing them. With a deep breath, she pushed the carved ginger all the way in.
“Bloody hell that’s cold!”
In a small voice, she whispered, “I’m sorry, Ron. I’m so sorry. I thought it would be better if …”
“Now, Miss Granger, you can begin by using the paddle behind you,” Snape said, interrupting her lame apology.
She quickly spun around and sure enough a wide wooden paddle lay on the desk. She gingerly picked it up and stared at it. She jumped when Snape spoke again.
“I recommend you begin immediately if we were to go by Mr. Weasley’s movements.”
“Hermione! Do something! Anything! It fucking burns!”
“Language, Mr. Weasley. For that you will get another five swats.”
The young wizard clenched and unclenched his buttocks and bounced on the balls of his feet. Snape smirked knowing that by doing that only increased the amount of fluid to come out.
“Hermione!”
Granger swung her arm and the paddle landed with a soft smack. Snape tsked.
“I think you can do better than that. Would you like me to show you how it should be done?”
She bit her lower lip and hesitantly nodded, unable to meet his eyes. Snape stood behind her and gently took hold of her wrist. He pulled her arm back and together they swung. It made a loud cracking noise that filled the entire room.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Another five swats.”
“Now you try,” Snape whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
She softly gasped and fought the urge to shiver. She pulled back her arm once again and struck her boyfriend’s rear as hard as she could.
“Ow! Fu-” he cried out but stopped himself quickly before the word was said.
Snape let it go. For now.
Snape was pleased to see the young witch use full force as she began to pick up a smooth rhythm. As to be expected, the spanking distracted the burning sensations that the root inflicted. Weasley began to pant.
“Hermione,” he whimpered. “H-harder.”
Snape grinned as he saw the boy’s face turn redder than his hair from the embarrassment of his confession. His grin widened even further seeing her eyes and mouth open from the shock of hearing it.
“Miss Granger?”
She jerked her head towards him then back at the bouncing boy. She gulped and then swung as hard she could. Weasley fell forward from the powerful blow but caught himself immediately. Snape thought he heard the boy swear again.
“Keep going, Miss Granger. You’ve only done eleven out of twenty-five,” Snape said nonchalantly.
Both looked at him in horror. “What?” they shrieked at the same time.
Snape tried not to wince at their loud scream, but failed. He gave a short nod of his head for her to continue. She began again and this time he knew they were both counting silently. He closed his eyes and listened only to the sound of crack of the paddle and the short gasps coming out of the boy’s mouth. Then he heard her grunting – obviously from the excursions. He allowed himself to smile, uncaring if they saw it or not. When she reached twenty-two he ordered her to stop. The boy moaned in relief. The girl looked at Snape questionably.
“Make the last three count,” he said, answering her unspoken question.
She scrunched up her face in concentration and then swung hard.
Crack!
“OW!”
Crack!
“SHITE!”
Crack!
“BLOODY HELL!”
“Stand aside, Miss Granger and you stay where you are, Mr. Weasley.”
“WHAT?”
Snape smirked, took the paddle from Granger’s hand, and then said, “This is for your two outbursts.”
Weasley’s body shook in anticipation and then his bruised arse flattened from the force. His legs struggled to keep him from collapsing. The next strike hit the boy so hard that he fell forward and landed face first on the desk. Weasley jumped up and spun around to glare at the satisfied grin all the while holding his sore arse.
“I did not give you permission to touch your behind, Mr. Weasley,” he said smirking. “You may now remove the plug.”
The boy grimaced and turned around a few times as he tried to grab the infernal root. At last he was able to reach it and then yanked it out with a hiss. He tossed it on the desk, dressed as fast he could – hissing in pain of course - then stood tall and clenched and unclenched his fists by his sides in a pathetic attempt to refrain himself from rubbing his bruised assets.
Hiding his pleasure, Snape announced, “It is now your turn, Miss Granger.”
She whimpered softly and nodded her consent. She looked pleadingly at her boyfriend as she passed him in hopes he would be gentle. He barely shrugged, but Snape could see the gleam in his eyes. Finally, she stood before the desk and looked over to Snape for further instructions.
“Lift your skirt and lower your undergarments to the floor.”
She hesitated briefly, then with shaky hands, raised her skirt over her hips and pulled her underwear down. Snape inwardly sighed as he gazed upon her pale flesh. He grabbed Weasley’s arm and pulled him aside.
“Do not use as much force on her as she did on you,” he said firmly, lowering his voice enough so she couldn’t hear.
Weasley glanced at her naked bottom and nodded.
Reluctantly.
He reached for the root and Snape held up a hand to stop him.
“Dip it in the bowl of water. It appears as if it has dried out.”
Weasley did what he said and took the few steps towards her.
“I presume you know which area to put it in?” Snape asked with a smirk.
The boy whipped his head around and sneered.
“Then begin,” he said.
Weasley slowly and carefully touched her soft bottom. She gasped.
“H-Hermione?”
“Its all right, Ron. Its just … your hands are so cold.”
“Sorry,” he muttered.
He rubbed them on his trousers several times then tried again.
“Better?”
She nodded. He sighed in relief and then slowly parted her cheeks.
“You have ten seconds to begin after you have inserted the root.”
Snape could almost hear the boy think, ”Oh sure. Warn me about it.”
Weasley paused for a moment. He placed the smooth tip against her small hole and held his breath as he watched in awe as it slid in.
Snape did as well.
“Oh!” she yelped softly.
“Now, Mr. Weasley.”
The boy nodded and quickly reached for the paddle. He hit her hard.
“Ow! Ron!”
“Mr. Weasley,” Snape warned. “What did I say?”
Weasley opened his mouth to spout off, but Granger beat him to it.
“Gods, it burns! Ron! Hurry up!”
His eyes widened and nodded even though she didn’t see it. He struck her again and she cried out even louder. He looked back at Snape in fear of being scolded once more, but he merely motioned the boy to continue. He began again, trying to aim correctly but it was hard because she was moving up and down too quickly, gasping loudly.
“Ow!”
He smacked her several more times alternating between hard and soft unintentionally, so Snape grabbed his wrist, stopping him mid-motion.
“Stroke her bottom,” he whispered.
The boy looked up at him confused. Snape pursed his lips tightly and raised an eyebrow. Weasley gently ran his hand up and down her hot cheeks.
“Ron! Keep going! It … helps.”
He began again clumsily, and after a few more swats, Snape snatched the paddle out of his hands.
“Watch carefully,” he hissed, moving directly behind her.
“Ron,” she pleaded.
“Relax, Miss Granger,” he said just above a whisper and he knew Weasley was scowling at him.
Snape caressed her red bum before striking her gently. She gasped sharply. He did it again with a little more force.
“You must build it up slowly,” he said to Weasley.
“P-please, professor. H-harder.”
Snape grinned inwardly. “I think not,” he said mentally. He was enjoying himself a little too much.
When he struck her bottom the fifth time, it landed hard.
“Ow! Professor!”
He did it again.
“Damn it!”
And again.
“Fuck!”
That’s what he wanted to hear.
“Language, Miss Granger.”
“You did that on purpose!” Weasley shouted.
Snape ignored him.
After six more smacks he handed the paddle back to the boy.
“Five more should be enough.”
Granger whimpered.
Wanting to get this torture over with as soon as possible, Weasley swatted her red arse quickly.
“Ow ow ow ow. OW! RON!” she yelled.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
Snape nudged the boy aside and placed one hand on her hot cheek and with his other hand fumbled a bit with his fingers in her crease as if he couldn’t find the root. He heard the boy growl. Snape pulled the ginger out slowly, prolonging it needlessly.
Well, needless to her anyway.
He kept the root in his hand, turned, and then walked over to his desk.
“Cover yourself, Miss Granger, then the two of you sit down,” he called out over his shoulder.
He was sure that they could hear the smile in his voice.
Snape wrapped his robes around his front then sat down before them. His eyes shined with satisfaction at their grimacing expressions as they tried to get comfortable.
“Now then. What have you learned?”
They remained silent.
“Mr. Weasley?”
“Not to hit so hard,” he replied through clenched teeth.
“Miss Granger?”
She looked away and blushed.
“Um, not to …”
“No.”
She looked up at him frowning.
He raised a brow. “It was to show you what it felt like on the other end.”
She blushed deeper. “Oh.”
Snape began to straighten the parchments on his desk.
“Dismissed.”
He could hear the chairs scraping on the hard cement floor and it wasn’t until he heard the door close that he leaned back. He pushed his robe aside with one hand and lifted the root up to his nose with the other.
“Until next time,” he mused out loud.
part four
part one
part two