All was quiet in the classroom except for the repetitive sound of pens against the paper. Thoughts of last night kept swirling in her mind, calling out for someone who would never pleasure her that way. Almost forcefully the image of her fingers coiled inside herself as she screamed sent her into a spiral. Her head hitting the desk drew attention in the quiet classroom.
"Ms. Potley, if you would please refrain from distracting everyone else with your shenanigans." Professor Snape drawled. After a quick 'sorry' she went back to slowly writing down notes. She wasn't even trying to pay attention. Ever since she had learned how to use a silent spell around her bed, she had become addicted to divulging her darkest fantasies. One of her main subjects stood before her with his arms crossed, tapping his foot. Just the thought of the lewd things she said to herself just a few hours before made her blush stupidly.
Snape was her teacher, and a 16-year-old school girl should not be having these kinds of thoughts. Almost forcefully she felt someone pry her mind open, bringing her little fantasy of Snape spanking her with her skirt thrown up to light. The scared 5th year was afraid the rest of the class could hear her thoughts and tried to clamp her mind shut. Realizing all too late that she had been staring at Snape blatantly while she was off in la-la land. Blinking she looked away, blushing madly. Damn her nasty teenage hormones. Unbeknownst to her said teacher also turned away with a terrified look, he had caught her dozing off and pried into her mind and found something most unsettling.
When the bell finally did finally ring, the flustered student decided to retreat to her next class.
"Ms. Potley." She swore her heart gave out when her name came out as a sneer. Turning to look at him, she noticed him tapping his fingers on his desk, waiting for her to approach. Slowly she scurried back, standing in front of him with an ashamed expression.
Without warning Professor Snape spun her around violently, pinning her down against the desk with his hand pressed against the back of her neck. "I'll have to punish you for not paying attention in my class, Amari." Her name was a growl on his lips, and it sent shudders up her spine. He easily flipped up her plaid skirt, the cold air making goosebumps rise over her exposed rear. She picked the worst day to wear her girly patterned underwear. His hand caressed her buttcheek, his fingers teasing the edge of her underwear before he yanked them down to her knees. Amari couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her when his cold fingers lightly skimmed over her soaking core. He casually flicked his thumb over her clit, making her back arch as she moaned, It was soon replaced with a yelp as his hand came down over her ass with a loud smack.
"You will pay attention in class!"
SMACK
"You will stop fantasizing about your professor!"
SMACK
"You won't touch yourself without my permission!"
SMACK
Amari was sure the entire school could hear her cries as he wailed on her poor rear.
"Ms. Potley!" She was snapped out of her daydream, checking for drool with the back of her hand.
"Would you like to repeat what I just said?" Amari looked away, blushing.
"Uh." She quickly glanced up at the professor, his face almost as red as hers like he had just seen her train of thought as well.
"10 points from Ravenclaw! Detention for a week! Get out of my class!" Amari ran from the classroom, clutching her books to her chest hard enough to hurt.