Corporal Punishment part 4
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 Four:


"You try my patience, Mr Potter. Choose," Professor Snape hissed, pointing to the items on his desk. "Fifty lashes with the strap, or five with the cane."

Potter grit his teeth because he knew either one would hurt immensely. It didn't matter to Snape one way or another, of course. The boy had interfered for the last time. Hermione Granger deserved her punishment for not paying close attention to Potter's mistake, but like the chivalrous fool that he was, he had argued with him.

Snape watched Hermione shift uncomfortably as she stood a few feet away. He could tell she wanted to help the imbecile, but she knew it meant more lashes for her.

Snape advanced on the angry boy, narrowing his eyes and growling deep in his throat as a warning to Potter.

"Choose or I will do it for you," Snape snapped.

Potter surveyed the strap and the cane again, and then motioned with his head. "The cane," he said confidently, although Snape could tell the boy was terrified.

Snape's mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. "Assume the position," he said smugly.

Potter removed his robe, carefully placed it on a nearby chair, and stood in front of Snape's desk. He hesitated briefly, and then took a deep breath, obviously mentally preparing himself. Closing his eyes - probably with embarrassment from having to do this in front of Hermione - he undid his belt, lowered his zip, and pushed his trousers and underpants to his knees. He bent over, and grabbed the opposite side of the large desk.

Snape's smirk turned into a full evil grin. He carried the strap to his 'special' closet, hung it up, and then slowly walked back over to the boy - knowing full well it added to the anticipation. He made a show of lifting the cane from his desk, and it whooshed in the air as Snape pretended to test its durability.

"I pray this will be a reminder to you for meddling," Snape said, taking great pleasure in watching Potter's rear tighten.

Snape stood to the left of Potter, making sure Hermione had full view. He tapped the cane lightly a few times on the boy's bum before raising the cane. He smiled inwardly as Hermione's face contorted with sympathy.

The cane cracked when it struck Potter's arse, and Snape waited patiently for the boy to catch his breath. He never cried out, opting to take several bits of air instead, and then braced himself for the next four.

"I cannot hear you," Snape said, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"One, Professor," Potter replied quickly.

A heartbeat later, the cane smacked the boy's rear again and this time Potter gasped, gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white.

"T-two, Professor," he stuttered softly.

With a smirk firmly in place, Snape gently caressed the two stripes that were parallel on the quickly redden arse. It was done in mock sympathy, but it eased Potter's quivering back nonetheless.

When the cane came down for the third time, Potter yelped and his torso flew off the desk, and his hands immediately covered his flaming bum.

"Get back down, boy!" Snape shouted, and pushed Potter's shoulders hard, flinging him back on the desk.

"No! Please, Professor!" Hermione cried out. "I'll take extra lashings! Please, just stop!"

Snape whipped his head over to her, glaring and baring his teeth as if to say, "How dare you?"

"Hermione, no! It's all right!" Potter instantly said. "I'm fine!"

Snape watched to two of them exchange worried looks before slowly speaking. "Commendable bravery, Miss Granger," he replied smoothly. "However, Mr Potter will receive one more for his movement, and you," he said, giving her a pointed look, "will receive two more for your interruption."

"No!" Potter yelled, lifting his head.

Snape immediately struck the boy's rear, and Hermione covered her face, yelling louder than Potter.

"Remove your hands and watch," Snape hissed at the girl. "Or I will do it for you."

Slowly, the girl lowered her hands, and with tears streaming down her face, glanced at the three bright red lines covering Potter's bum. The boy nodded to her, clearly trying to reassure her that he was fine.

Snape decided he no longer wanted to delay this, and quickly brought down the cane three more times.

"Stand and dress," Snape said to the teary-eyed boy when it was over.

Potter quickly dressed, making sure that his clothes didn't touch his bum.

Snape reached into his trousers, and handed Potter a small jar.

"This will prevent infection," Snape began. "But not the healing."

A lone tear managed to escape the boy's eyes, and he nodded once.

"Dismissed," Snape ordered and Potter all but ran out of the classroom.

Snape turned to Hermione. "And now it is your turn," Snape said with a half-grin.

The shaking girl nodded and bowed her head. Snape walked over to his closet, and retrieved three items: a crop, a paddle, and the strap.

"You have four choices, Miss Granger," Snape said, and his voice lowered considerably.

Hermione looked at him confused.

"You may choose any one of these, or..." Snape paused and then held out his hand, showing her her fourth choice.

The girl examined each object, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. She nodded to his hand. Snape tilted his head and shook it as if to say, "How predictable." He laid the items on his desk, and walked behind it to grab his chair. He came back around and faced it towards the classroom.

As Snape removed his robe, he said, "You know, Miss Granger, if I didn't know any better, I would think that you got into trouble on purpose." He gave her a knowing glance.

"No, Sir!" she said immediately.

Snape adjusted his trouser legs and sat down. He arched his brow at her in disbelief.

Hermione had the decency to blush. "I... I didn't..."

Snape unbuttoned his sleeve and began to curl it up. "You didn't what?"

She looked away to hide her redden face. "I didn't think that he was going to say anything, Sir," she said softly.

"Given that you have been getting into trouble more frequently, I'm not in the least bit surprised. I am surprised, however, that Mr Weasley hadn't spoken up."

Hermione toed the floor nervously.

"Unless he already suspects," he said, but it came out more of a question. Hermione looked away and remained silent. "I see. Could it be that his 'skills' have not yet improved?"

She barely shook her head, taking a quick look at Snape. He smirked and then nodded with understanding. He beckoned her forward and motioned to his lap.

"I assume I needn't instruct you on what to do?"

Shaking her head, she took the few steps towards her teacher, stood by his right side, and took a deep breath. He studied her expression carefully, and her blush intensified as his eyes bored into her. Snape grabbed her wrist and positioned her in front of him.

"Open your shirt," Snape stated matter of fact.

Hermione gasped quietly but did as she was told. Before the last button was undone, Snape spread open her blouse and unclasped her lacy bra. As he had suspected, two clamps adorned her nipples.

"Prolonged wear can do serious damage to the nerves," he scolded.

"I just put them on!" she insisted.

"That was two hours ago," Snape hissed.

"No! I did it when... when... you weren't looking, Sir," she whispered softly.

"I see," Snape drawled. "And do you have any other items on your body?"

Hermione fidgeted with her skirt and looked away.

"And do you really think that will help to prevent it from happening again?"

She shrugged, peering at him.

"We will find out soon enough, won't we, Miss Granger?" he said, smirking.

Snape steered her over to his side again, and motioned to her to get ready. With a shy smile, she lowered her knickers to her knees and bent over Snape's lap. She gripped the chair's legs tight and waited.

"I think fifty shall be reasonable."

Hermione gasped loudly.

"Objections?" Snape asked with a slight drawl.

"Um...yes, Sir," she whispered nervously.

"Very well. Forty with the hand and ten with the paddle."

"No!" she cried.

"Forty with the hand and fifteen with the paddle for not addressing me correctly," Snape said firmly.

Hermione groaned.

After rubbing her pale bum gently to warm it, Snape drew back his arm and then began to spank her; not stopping until her arse was bright pink. When he finished, he heard her stifling her tears.

"How many was that?" he asked, knowing that he had no idea.

"Um, t-thirty, Sir?" she answered quietly.

"Hardly," Snape drawled.

"What?" Hermione squeaked.

Snape replied with a sharp smack to her bum.

"What did you say?" he hissed.

"I meant...I don't know," she admitted. "Sir," she added quickly.

"That's more like it," Snape said, caressing her arse again.

He continued to swat her bum, altering between each cheek, going slow then speeding up until his hand began to sting as much as her rear was. He paused again.

"How many now?" Snape inquired, barely out of breath.

The girl was crying in earnest. "I-I don't know, Sir," she said, squirming slightly.

Snape leaned down and whispered, "Are you enjoying yourself, Miss Granger?"

Hermione paused for a moment, considering.

Snape struck her bum hard. "Answer me!"

"No, Sir!" she cried instantly.

Snape smirked. "Really?" he drawled. "Shall I continue then or have you had enough?" he asked, testing her.

She took short deep breaths before answering. "You haven't used the paddle yet, Sir," she finally replied.

"Very good, Miss Granger," he said, impressed.

Snape reached behind him to grab the paddle, keeping a tight hold on her waist so she wouldn't slip off his lap. He caressed her redden cheeks with the flat of it. Hermione whimpered. Suddenly, he nudged her right leg.

"Remove it," he ordered. "You had it on long enough."

Hermione moaned in protest, but reached under to remove the small clamp.

"Now," he whispered. "Let's see how long you last."

Hermione moaned again. Snape guided her leg back on his lap, and smack her bum immediately. Her torso flew up and she reached back like she was going to cover her arse. He quickly swatted her arm.

"That just earned you five more," Snape said and this time the girl groaned.

Snape struck her bum over and over again, smiling as he watched her struggle to maintain control. When she started to hump his leg, he smacked one her cheeks.

"Ow!" she yelled.

"Calm down, girl, or I'll stop," Snape said.

Hermione let go of one of the chair's leg and wiped her tears away. He instantly leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" he prompted. When he received no answer, Snape sat up straight. "Very well. Stand."

"No!" Hermione cried.

"Stand," he insisted.

The girl slowly stood with her head down.

"Remove your knickers."

With a small nod, she took off her lacy underwear and handed them to her teacher.

"Report to me after the evening meal for your impertinence," he said with a smirk.

Hermione stood tall and tried to hide her smile.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Do not relieve yourself," he ordered.

She immediately nodded.

"Dismissed."

Hermione Granger fastened her bra, did up her blouse, and skipped all the way to the door.

"Do not be late," Snape called out.

She turned and gave him a sly smile.

Of course, she'll be late. That would earn her more lashes.

tbc...