Hermione had gotten her first detention ever. It was bound to happen sometime, with all the hijinks her, Ron, Harry get up to, but not for ruining a potion! Hermione never messed up when it came to school, and especially not in a craft as meticulous as potions! She had read every ingredient carefully, making sure to measure out the eye of newt and toe of frog to exactly the correct amount. She couldn't believe it when Professor Snape went to sample her potion and instead of her potion being purple and thin, it was green and gelatinous. Not only was it absolutely horrible (it was worse than Neville's), but Snape accused her of stealing rare basilisk venom out of his supply cupboard, hence giving the potion its green color. Hermione vehemently denied these accusations, but alas, she had detention anyways. Hermione arrived to her detention breathless, she was reading and lost track of time. She had to run from the Gryffindor common room all the way to the cold, damp dungeons. She was late.

"Ms. Granger," Snape said, sitting at his desk, his eyes full of malice, "you're late," he leered.

"P-P-Professor, I'm-"

"Stop right there, Ms. Granger. First, you insult me by failing to follow simple instructions to brew a remedial potion. Then, to add salt to the wound, you show up late. Tardiness and laziness will not be tolerated in Hogwarts and especially not my classroom. Do I make myself clear?" Hermione was too nervous to respond, she'd never been scolded by a teacher before.

"Do I make myself clear?" he repeated.

"Yes, Professor," Hermione replied.

"Good, now unfortunately, we haven't worked out your punishment, luckily for you I have the perfect idea. Bend over on the desk." Hermione's eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. Bend over? Is he for real?

Snape, seemingly reading Hermione thoughts, repeated himself, "Ms. Granger, I told you to bend over. Do it!" Hermione slowly walked up to Snape's desk and bent over. Snape lrose from his chair from behind his desk and walked over to Hermione. He saw that her skirt had risen a considerable amount over her upper thighs. It wasn't everyday that Snape had a beautiful student bending over his desk. He was going to enjoy this. He rubbed her smooth outer thigh with his cold, slender hands. Hermione stifled a moan. It felt oddly- good. Snape's hands rubbed closer and closer to Hermione's inner thighs. Hermione wanted him to touch her heat so bad. She was dripping. She wanted nothing more than for Snape to pull her panties aside and shove one of his long fingers in her. Snape knew what she wanted, what she craved. He was determined to make her wait.

Snape pulled Hermione's skirt up and bunched it up at her waist. Hermione's thong was now completely visible to Snape.

"A thong, Ms. Granger? Why, you are bad," Snape smirked. Snape rubbed Hermione's ass cheeks. She was enjoying this too much, Snape thought. Without warning, he slapped her left cheek as hard as he could. Hermione yelped.

"This is your punishment, Ms. Granger, behave and I may reward you later," Snape said. Hermione bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. Snape hit down again. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. By the time Snape was done, Hermione's ass glowed red and her pussy dripped. Now one of Snape's fingers would no long suffice, she needed his thick cock.

"Undress, Ms. Granger, your punishment is over, you may be rewarded now," Snape commanded. Hermione stood on shaky knees and started to undress. Snape watched her undress, when she was done, he undressed himself. Hermione took notice of his thick, veiny cock, which pointed upwards. She needed that inside her. Snape would make her wait. Snape took notice of Hermione's C cupped breasts. Her brown nipples were hard. Snape noticed her juices flowing down her thighs. Her pale skin was flushed.

"Bend over and spread your legs," Snape commanded. Hermione did as she was told and bent over Snape's desk, legs spread. The cool air felt good on her hot pussy. Her juices dripped into a small puddle on the floor. Snape kneeled, getting in front of her small pussy.

"Sit on my face, Ms. Granger," Snape said. Hermione mushed her womanhood into Professor Snape's face. He began to work, his tongue entered her. Hermione gasped. His hand stroked the backs of her thighs as he ate her out. He swiped his tongue up from her entrance to her clit. He started slow on her clit, slowly flicking her nub. Hermione moaned. Snape picked up the pace, rapidly flicking her clit with his tongue. Her legs shook, he could tell that she was close to cumming all over his mouth. Even though she was only seconds away from cumming, he couldn't wait. His lips latched onto her clit. He sucked hard.

"Ohhhh, ohhh, FUCK!" Hermione screamed. Her hands gripped the side of the desk. Her legs quaked. She squirted into Snape's mouth.

"AHHHH!" She screamed. Hermione tried to catch her breath as mini orgasms coursed through her. Snape pulled away and stood up, licking his lips. Hermione suddenly felt a surge of embarrassment. She had just cummed on her teacher's face. Not only had she'd cummed but she squirted! Hermione had only experimented with Ginny before, but she'd never squirted! Hermione stood up from the desk and began to gather her clothes.

"Did I tell you that we were done, Ms. Granger?" Snape asked. Hermione shook her head. "Then tell me why you're leaving." Hermione dropped her clothes on the ground. "Lay on the desk," Snape said. Hermione obliged. The wood of the desk felt cold against her bare back. She spread her legs, inviting Snape. Snape lined up his thick cock with her small snatch. Snape entered and rather roughly. With one thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her.

"FUCK!" Hermione screamed. Snape began pounding. Hermione moaned every time his cock buried itself inside her. She was loud and mouthy and Snake loved it. He wanted to feel her cum on his cock. He wanted to feel her tight walls close in on his thick cock. He flicked her bean with his hand.

"Cum for me, Granger, cum," Snape moaned. Hermione screamed. Her pussy spazzed on his cock, milking it for his cum. Snape shot his load inside her. Snape went limp inside her. Hermione laid breathless on his desk. Moments passed.

"Leave," Snape said. Had she done something wrong? She dressed. As she was in the doorway, Snape spoke again.

"Ms. Granger you have extra lessons with me next week, and Ms. Granger, do bring Ginerva Weasley, if you can."