A New Detention
Title: A New Detention
Author: tonksinger
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Characters: SS and HG
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Language, D/s, toys, spanking, anal, boot worship, BDSM, pegging
Genre: Smut, the whole smut, and nothing but the smut.
Challenge: Submissive Snape, Smut
Length: 6 x 100
AN: Not mine, not beta'd, and many thanks to lula for the smut-producing prompt. Pegging called. Severus answered. :-P
Severus twitched at the twentieth blow of the paddle, and it was by blessing only that he didn’t blot the ink on the page as he carefully inscribed the appropriate numerals. He had to lean on the desk, since the spreader bar between his legs made standing difficult, and his Mistress demanded his arse high in the air for ease of spanking.
Setting down the quill, Severus waited.
Her hand, smooth in the leather glove, brushed his sore arsecheeks, simultaneously soothing and provoking the pain her paddle inflicted.
“That, I think, concludes the first portion of your detention, Mr. Snape.”
**
Her stiletto heels clicked on the dungeon floor, sending shivers up his spine; he worshiped those sleek black spikes. Even with his gaze lowered, he could see her hips: curved, sheathed in tweed.
“But students who melt cauldrons deserve more than spanking, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mistress Granger.” He always deserved more.
The crop pressed under his chin, drawing his gaze up away from her hips, past the tight under-bust corset and half-open white blouse, punctuated by her hard nipples, to her beautiful, dangerous face.
“They deserve to be fucked in the arse, yes? Like little whores?”
“Yes, Mistress Granger.”
**
She smiled, and his cock ached at her perfect teeth, so good at biting and nipping and punishing and pleasing….
“Only fuck-sluts like being done up the arse, Mr. Snape…”
The implication hung in the air; he was eager to fulfill it.
“I am a fuck-slut, Mistress,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, the way she required it.
“I can see that, Mr. Snape,” she said, reaching over the desk to trace the edge of his foreskin. “A little whore for being punished and spanked, as well.”
She slapped his sensitive tip; he choked on the sharp ecstasy.
**
“On the floor, little slut. Hands and knees.”
The spreader-bar hampered his movements, and the crop sought his bare buttocks in blissful retribution, but soon he was crouched on the cold floor.
When she pushed the toe of her shoe beneath his face, he needed no prompting to lavish it with his tongue and lips as though it were her sweet cunt. He heard her summon something, but focused on the patent leather taste.
Another quiet spell, and then she crouched in front of him, sitting on her heels with her glorious cunt spread in front of him.
Severus whimpered.
**
She showed him what she had summoned: a black, rubber strap-on.
He gritted his teeth as she slid the faux cock into herself, fucked herself with it with every sound of enjoyment.
“Mmm, ah, that feels fucking good. Too bad it’s not your cock, Mr. Snape, but little fuck-sluts don’t deserve pussy. Do you deserve pussy?”
“No, Mistress Granger.”
“Good boy.” She slid the dildo out of herself and buckled the contraption around her hips so the cock extended from her groin.
Every click against the floor sent a tingle to his anus. The cold lube chilled and excited him.
**
He howled as she slid into him. He was stretched and filled, aching and moaning in pleasure.
“Fucking cock-slut,” she panted, ramming into him and making the marks from spanking sting anew even as his cock jumped. “Whore for my cock, my paddle, my hands…”
He was incoherent when she brushed his prostate. She reached around to squeeze his cock.
“You come when I say you come, whore. More fucking first.”
Severus whimpered at the denial and the sensations, but he obeyed and refused the threatening orgasm. He was being fucked by his Mistress, so all was right with world.
Author: tonksinger
Team: Order of the Phoenix
Characters: SS and HG
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Language, D/s, toys, spanking, anal, boot worship, BDSM, pegging
Genre: Smut, the whole smut, and nothing but the smut.
Challenge: Submissive Snape, Smut
Length: 6 x 100
AN: Not mine, not beta'd, and many thanks to lula for the smut-producing prompt. Pegging called. Severus answered. :-P
Severus twitched at the twentieth blow of the paddle, and it was by blessing only that he didn’t blot the ink on the page as he carefully inscribed the appropriate numerals. He had to lean on the desk, since the spreader bar between his legs made standing difficult, and his Mistress demanded his arse high in the air for ease of spanking.
Setting down the quill, Severus waited.
Her hand, smooth in the leather glove, brushed his sore arsecheeks, simultaneously soothing and provoking the pain her paddle inflicted.
“That, I think, concludes the first portion of your detention, Mr. Snape.”
**
Her stiletto heels clicked on the dungeon floor, sending shivers up his spine; he worshiped those sleek black spikes. Even with his gaze lowered, he could see her hips: curved, sheathed in tweed.
“But students who melt cauldrons deserve more than spanking, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mistress Granger.” He always deserved more.
The crop pressed under his chin, drawing his gaze up away from her hips, past the tight under-bust corset and half-open white blouse, punctuated by her hard nipples, to her beautiful, dangerous face.
“They deserve to be fucked in the arse, yes? Like little whores?”
“Yes, Mistress Granger.”
**
She smiled, and his cock ached at her perfect teeth, so good at biting and nipping and punishing and pleasing….
“Only fuck-sluts like being done up the arse, Mr. Snape…”
The implication hung in the air; he was eager to fulfill it.
“I am a fuck-slut, Mistress,” he said, trying to keep his voice even, the way she required it.
“I can see that, Mr. Snape,” she said, reaching over the desk to trace the edge of his foreskin. “A little whore for being punished and spanked, as well.”
She slapped his sensitive tip; he choked on the sharp ecstasy.
**
“On the floor, little slut. Hands and knees.”
The spreader-bar hampered his movements, and the crop sought his bare buttocks in blissful retribution, but soon he was crouched on the cold floor.
When she pushed the toe of her shoe beneath his face, he needed no prompting to lavish it with his tongue and lips as though it were her sweet cunt. He heard her summon something, but focused on the patent leather taste.
Another quiet spell, and then she crouched in front of him, sitting on her heels with her glorious cunt spread in front of him.
Severus whimpered.
**
She showed him what she had summoned: a black, rubber strap-on.
He gritted his teeth as she slid the faux cock into herself, fucked herself with it with every sound of enjoyment.
“Mmm, ah, that feels fucking good. Too bad it’s not your cock, Mr. Snape, but little fuck-sluts don’t deserve pussy. Do you deserve pussy?”
“No, Mistress Granger.”
“Good boy.” She slid the dildo out of herself and buckled the contraption around her hips so the cock extended from her groin.
Every click against the floor sent a tingle to his anus. The cold lube chilled and excited him.
**
He howled as she slid into him. He was stretched and filled, aching and moaning in pleasure.
“Fucking cock-slut,” she panted, ramming into him and making the marks from spanking sting anew even as his cock jumped. “Whore for my cock, my paddle, my hands…”
He was incoherent when she brushed his prostate. She reached around to squeeze his cock.
“You come when I say you come, whore. More fucking first.”
Severus whimpered at the denial and the sensations, but he obeyed and refused the threatening orgasm. He was being fucked by his Mistress, so all was right with world.