Snape Office

"I do hope you know how much I am going to loathe having another year of your bratty remarks in my classroom Ms. Granger," Snape spat at her. "But Professor!" she protested, rising from her seat, almost bumping into Snape. "You can't mean you're going to fail me! I've had immaculate marks all semester! You must have miscalculated my mark!" Snape felt a heat in his chest, filled with rage at her insubordinance.

Granger was one of the few students he'd had at Hogwarts who refused to be intimidated. But there she was, her pointy finger raised in defiance, almost poking his chest, her small body heaving and a flush beginning to crop up over the top of her blouse. Any other day he would've replied with patience. Hundreds of times before he had taken deep breaths and patiently explained his logic to the student in question. But not today. He had listened to one too many of Hermione's smartassed remarks, and there was no way she was leaving Hogwarts without learning her lesson.

Snape reached out and grabbed the side of Hermione's angry face, pinching it. "Ms. Granger you must remember who is in charge in this situation." Hermione looked like she was about to spit on him. He could've swore he'd seen her mouth forming the spit wad. He had to muster every bit of patience in himself to not harm her as he grabbed her by the collar and threw her over his desk, scattering papers. Hermione had a look of surprise in her eyes as she realized she was splayed over the big oak desk, her skirt up around her waist. Snape could barely believe what he saw either. "Ms. Granger...I..." He was unsure of what to say, would the girl burst into tears? But no, he heard her small voice from behind the desk, sounding muffled because her head was hanging off the edge. "Well, I guess I do deserve what's coming, I've been quite the little

snot this year, haven't I!" she said with almost a giggle. Snape moved forward with a smirk on his thin lips. He got a firm grip in Hermione's mass of curls and filled his fist with hair. He leaned forward, pressing his waist against the desk and raised his other hand high. Pausing only a moment, he brought it down hard on her panties. Hermione jumped as if she were humping the desk, not so much from the

pain of the smack, but because her assumptions about Snape had been correct. He gave her a hard time because he wanted her. "Well," she thought to herself, "now it's my turn to give him a hard time." Snape continued the spanking, harder and harder, over and over, until Hermione could not remain silent any longer. She began to whimper with each smack, realizing that each one came a bit closer to between her legs and brought Snape closer to finding out how much she was enjoying this.