Whormoine gets spanked

The Forbidden Adventure

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron whispered excitedly in the corner.

“We have to see it,” Ron said, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “A three-headed dog? That’s not something you see every day.”

Harry hesitated. “What if we get caught?”

Ron grinned. “It’ll be worth it.”

Whormione, sitting nearby with a book on Advanced Transfiguration, overheard their hushed conversation. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned.

The boys jumped, startled.

“Honestly,” she continued, “going to Hagrid’s at this hour is completely against the rules. You’ll get caught.”

“You’re not coming, then?” Ron asked with a shrug, already rising to his feet.

Whormione frowned, torn. She didn’t want to encourage their reckless behavior, but she couldn’t let them go alone either. “Fine,” she snapped. “But only to make sure you don’t do something stupid.”

The trio snuck out under the cover of darkness, carefully avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris as they made their way to Hagrid’s hut. Peering through the window, they saw it: a massive, three-headed dog, its eyes glowing ominously in the firelight.

“It’s huge,” Harry whispered, his voice tinged with awe and fear.

“Terrifying, more like,” Whormione muttered.

Suddenly, the dog growled, its ears pricking as if sensing their presence. The three of them ducked below the window, hearts pounding.

“Let’s go,” Whormione hissed. “Now.”

They turned to leave, but as they crept back toward the castle, they froze. Filch was waiting for them, a smug grin on his face.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “Out for a midnight stroll, are we?”

Filch dragged the trio to Snape’s office, looking positively gleeful.

“Caught these three sneaking around the grounds,” he announced, his grip firm on Harry’s and Ron’s collars. “What’s the punishment, Professor?”

Snape’s dark eyes flicked over the boys before settling on Whormione, his expression unreadable.

“This is your first offense,” Snape said coldly, addressing Harry and Ron. “You’ll receive a warning. Now leave my sight.”

The boys hesitated, glancing nervously at Whormione.

“Go,” Snape snapped, and they fled without a word.

When the door closed, he turned his attention to Whormione.

“Miss Gagger,” he began, his voice low and dangerous. “You, however, should know better.”

Whormione’s stomach churned. “I—I’m sorry, Professor.”

“Sorry will not suffice. The penalty is clear: corporal punishment.”

Whormione’s heart raced as Snape retrieved a cane from the corner of the room.

“Lift your robes,” he ordered, his tone clipped.

Her cheeks burned as she obeyed, lifting the fabric to reveal her bare skin beneath. She didn’t had any panties on, her smooth ass and her hairless pussy was a delight to watch. Snape’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly, his grip on the cane tightening.

For a moment, he hesitated. He couldn’t do it. Not to her.

Instead, he set the cane aside. “This will suffice,” he said, his voice softer. He raised his hand and delivered a gentle slap on Whormoine’s ass, his palm lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and doing a slow swap over her virgin pussy.

Whormione bit her lip, confused by the strange mixture of relief and… something else she felt.

Snape used the moment to whip out his cock, and slowly started grinding over Whormoine’s pussy, stating that if she keep her head down, her punishment will be soon over. Snape’s fully erect cock glistening with Whormoine’s pussy juice grinded over her ass, and then Snape came over Whormoine’s back. He quickly wiped her back, pulled down her robe and asked her to leave. Whormoine enjoyed the feeling.