The Unruly Gryffindor
Disclaimer: I just own the girl, no one else, unfortunately.... you'd
think JKR could just share Snape!!
WARNING: CONTAINS CORPORAL PUNISHMENT If this offends you, DO NOT READ. If you are under age DO NOT READ.
A girl wearing a Hogwarts uniform with the Gryffindor patch on her
robes nervously twisted a strand of her light brown hair around her
finger. Her gray eyes, flecked with gold, studied the floor of
Professor Snape's office. Professor Snape sat behind his desk, his
arms folded over his chest, watching the nervous girl standing in
front of him with a look of disgust and disdain. "You Gryffindors are
all alike. No regard whatsoever for rules; thinking you are better
than anyone else, making you exempt from regulations." The girl
continued to look at the floor; how she hated Professor Snape! He was
so... mean. Almost cruel; and worse yet, he seemed to enjoy making
others miserable. "YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU MISS
RAMSEY!" Snape shouted. She quickly looked up, not wanting to incur
more of his wrath than necessary. "Four times in the past week I have
found you in violation of the rules. I have taken points, reported
you to Professor McGonagall and given you various detentions. You are
been nothing but a disturbance and a nuisance since the school year
has started." Her temper flared; he was a teacher, he shouldn't be
able to call her names. "Maybe you're just prejudiced," she said
bravely. Snape quickly stood, his 6'2 frame towering over her 5 foot
frame, rage visible on his face. "ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME?" She
knew she had gone too far; as much as she tried not to, she felt
scared. "No sir," she whispered. "You are a sixth year student; you
should be beyond the point of breaking rules that you have known
since your arrival here. Entering the restricted section of the
library, being out of the school after dark without permission or
supervision, breaking into the kitchens at night, wandering the
corridors, breaking into the teachers lounge to name a few of your
many infractions. Frankly Miss Ramsey, you are not a good student and
certainly not an asset to this school; even that blasted Potter has
not broken as many rules as you have. Your involvement with the
Weasley twins and their endless pranks is disgraceful; another thing
that is disgraceful is your work in my class. You've melted almost as
many cauldrons as Longbottom and I have not received any of the
homework assignments I have given you since this year started three
months ago."
Professor Snape continued to rant and rave, but even when he made
false accusations, she didn't dare to say anything. He had never
lectured her this long before and was rather afraid he was going to
expel her. "I have decided that you are beyond the restrictions and
detentions that have previously been given, as they seem to have no
effect on you. I believe it is time to resort to something more
serious." She couldn't help but shudder at his dark statement,
accompanied by the look on his face. "Are you going to expel me
sir?" She asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. Snape stared at
her for a moment, enjoying watching her squirm under his harsh
gaze. "Unfortunately the headmaster does not think your antics are
harmful enough to warrant expulsion; if I had my way however, you'd
be on train this very moment." Her eyes grew wide; if she wasn't
expelled, what was he going to do? "The headmaster has given me
permission to use a somewhat outdated method to correct your childish
actions, and am sure that this will be much more unpleasant for you."
She started to shake; was he going to send her to Filch to be hung up
by her thumbs?
"Have you ever been spanked Miss Ramsey?" Her heart stopped; had
Snape seriously just asked her that question. "AN ANSWER MISS
RAMSEY!" he thundered. "No, sir," she whispered. Snape shook his
head. "I have a feeling I wouldn't see you in my office so often if
they had. Now I want you to turn around Miss Ramsey, and lean over
the desk." She started to panic. "You can't spank me sir!" A
malicious smirk appeared on Snape's face. "I can and I will Miss
Ramsey. Do not make this harder on yourself than it need be. Now do
as I asked." She stood there petrified, wanting to believe that this
was all some sort of horrible nightmare. "NOW!" Snape shouted. She
wanted to run, but she was stuck to the floor. "Fine, if you insist
upon acting like a child, than you shall be punished like a child,"
he growled. He grabbed her arm, pulling her over to him. Before she
could find her voice to protest, Snape sat in his straight backed,
armless desk chair and effortlessly pulled the petite girl over his
lap.
"Wait! Please don't! I swear I'll never do anything again, just let
me go!" "That time has passed Miss Ramsey; your pathetic cries for
mercy shall not save you," Snape told her as he wrapped his left arm
around her waist, securing her position over his lap. Her feet could
not touch the floor and her face was very close to the floor. She
felt Snape lift her robe out of the way and she began to struggle.
Snape's hold was too strong for her to get away; he raised his right
hand high and brought it down hard on her bottom, still covered by
her skirt. She gasped at the pain and tried harder to get away. Snape
swatted her again. "Ow!" she shouted. She tried to keep quiet as a
dozen hard, stinging swats landed on her bottom, but was not able to
keep from yelling. Snape stopped after the first dozen swats and
lifted her skirt. Her face blushed dark red as she felt him lift her
skirt; he could see her panties. Snape almost chuckled at her
panties, which were covered with little teddy bears. "Please
Professor, don't do that! Don't spank me anymore!" Snape landed a
hard swat right on her sit spot and she howled. "Who is the teacher
here?" When he received no answer, he landed a flurry of five extra
hard spanks on her sit spot. "Answer me!" he demanded. "You are," she
said, sniffling. "That is correct; I will decide when the punishment
is over young lady!" He started spanking her again in earnest. "Owy!
Please stop! It hurts!" "It is supposed to hurt young lady," Snape
told her as he continued. She couldn't believe how much her bottom
hurt! It felt like he had been spanking her forever, branding her
with a hot iron. She wriggled, desperately trying to get away from
his large, punishing hand. She never knew that Snape was so strong!
She wondered if she'd ever be able to sit again!
Snape continued to spank her tiny bottom, which was almost completely
covered by his hand, as she started to cry. He held her tighter as
she wiggled and struggled; obviously, despite the tears, she had not
yet learned her lesson. "You jerk! I'm going to sue!" she yelled.
She gasped as she suddenly felt his finger inside the waist band of
her panties. "You can't do that!" she begged. "Don't!" Her most hated
Professor was going to spank her bare bottom! "I gave you the
opportunity to be paddled over your uniform like the almost adult
that you are; you refused and I told you that you would be punished
like a child and that is exactly what I intend to do. You have been a
naughty little girl and I am going to teach you exactly what happens
to naughty girls!" He again started to spank her now pink bottom,
making these spanks much harder than those before. She screamed and
howled in pain, kicking her legs. When her bottom was a bright cherry
red all over, he began to concentrate on her sit spot. "Will you be
breaking into the kitchens Tatyana Rose?" "No," she replied through
her tears. "Will you be involved in anymore pranks, Tatyana Rose?"
Again, she answered him through her wails. "Will you hand in your
homework Tatyana Rose?" "Yes," she answered pitifully. "Will you obey
all rules, Tatyana Rose?" This time Tatyana didn't answer; she had
stopped kicking and wriggling and was lying across his lap, crying
her heart out. With a finally volley of hard spanks to her sore
bottom, Snape ended the spanking. Tatyana lay across his lap,
sobbing, hardly even aware that the spanking had stopped. After a few
minutes, her sobs began to subside. Snape gently turned her over and
kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
Tatyana kissed him back as he stood up and carried her towards his
bedroom.
The next morning, Tatyana rolled over onto her bottom and winced,
waking from the still lingering sting. Severus Snape chuckled and
kissed her. "Good morning love," he said. She smiled contentedly and
rubbed her hand on his muscular chest. "Severus, you are amazing,"
she told him. "You just love me because I spank your cute arse," he
replied, pretending to be hurt. She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him. "That's one of the reasons I love, but certainly not the
only one. And don't you dare tell me you don't enjoy wailing on my
ass." He smiled at her. "I do and you know it Ana. But I can also
think of something else I enjoy." Tatyana smiled and kissed him. "I
know darling and I enjoy that too, but I have to get dressed and go."
Severus frowned. "Why?" Tatyana giggled at the look on his face. "The
first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are expecting me to teach them
their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in ten minutes." "Those
insufferable brats are always ruining things," he complained. She
kissed him as she crawled out of his bed. "I know darling, but
Dumbledore hired me to teach so I must if I want to keep my
job." "Alright, if you have to go, than go. But expect a spanking
when you get home tonight!" Her eyes sparkled with
excitement. "Promise?" she asked. "Not even Voldemort could talk me
out of it," he assured her. "Shall I be the naughty Gryffindor
again?" He shook his head. "I was hoping for the naughty patient."
She raised an eyebrow. "But you're a Professor, not a doctor," she
pointed out. "Are you questioning my abilities? That'll be extra with
the hairbrush for you tonight!" Snape retorted, a fake stern look on
his face. Tatyana giggled. "Alright, you talked me into it! Naughty
little patient it is, Professor Doctor Sir." She finished dressing
and headed for the door. "Did you want me to heal your arse before
you go?" Severus asked. Tatyana shook her head. "This way, I'll think
of you all day-every time I sit down." She blew him a kiss and left
the room, heading for her classroom. She arrived barely two minutes
before her students and fought the urge to wince as she sat at her
desk. She smiled to herself in spite of the stinging; she couldn't
wait until tonight!
Disclaimer: I just own the girl, no one else, unfortunately.... you'd
think JKR could just share Snape!!
WARNING: CONTAINS CORPORAL PUNISHMENT If this offends you, DO NOT READ. If you are under age DO NOT READ.
A girl wearing a Hogwarts uniform with the Gryffindor patch on her
robes nervously twisted a strand of her light brown hair around her
finger. Her gray eyes, flecked with gold, studied the floor of
Professor Snape's office. Professor Snape sat behind his desk, his
arms folded over his chest, watching the nervous girl standing in
front of him with a look of disgust and disdain. "You Gryffindors are
all alike. No regard whatsoever for rules; thinking you are better
than anyone else, making you exempt from regulations." The girl
continued to look at the floor; how she hated Professor Snape! He was
so... mean. Almost cruel; and worse yet, he seemed to enjoy making
others miserable. "YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU MISS
RAMSEY!" Snape shouted. She quickly looked up, not wanting to incur
more of his wrath than necessary. "Four times in the past week I have
found you in violation of the rules. I have taken points, reported
you to Professor McGonagall and given you various detentions. You are
been nothing but a disturbance and a nuisance since the school year
has started." Her temper flared; he was a teacher, he shouldn't be
able to call her names. "Maybe you're just prejudiced," she said
bravely. Snape quickly stood, his 6'2 frame towering over her 5 foot
frame, rage visible on his face. "ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME?" She
knew she had gone too far; as much as she tried not to, she felt
scared. "No sir," she whispered. "You are a sixth year student; you
should be beyond the point of breaking rules that you have known
since your arrival here. Entering the restricted section of the
library, being out of the school after dark without permission or
supervision, breaking into the kitchens at night, wandering the
corridors, breaking into the teachers lounge to name a few of your
many infractions. Frankly Miss Ramsey, you are not a good student and
certainly not an asset to this school; even that blasted Potter has
not broken as many rules as you have. Your involvement with the
Weasley twins and their endless pranks is disgraceful; another thing
that is disgraceful is your work in my class. You've melted almost as
many cauldrons as Longbottom and I have not received any of the
homework assignments I have given you since this year started three
months ago."
Professor Snape continued to rant and rave, but even when he made
false accusations, she didn't dare to say anything. He had never
lectured her this long before and was rather afraid he was going to
expel her. "I have decided that you are beyond the restrictions and
detentions that have previously been given, as they seem to have no
effect on you. I believe it is time to resort to something more
serious." She couldn't help but shudder at his dark statement,
accompanied by the look on his face. "Are you going to expel me
sir?" She asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. Snape stared at
her for a moment, enjoying watching her squirm under his harsh
gaze. "Unfortunately the headmaster does not think your antics are
harmful enough to warrant expulsion; if I had my way however, you'd
be on train this very moment." Her eyes grew wide; if she wasn't
expelled, what was he going to do? "The headmaster has given me
permission to use a somewhat outdated method to correct your childish
actions, and am sure that this will be much more unpleasant for you."
She started to shake; was he going to send her to Filch to be hung up
by her thumbs?
"Have you ever been spanked Miss Ramsey?" Her heart stopped; had
Snape seriously just asked her that question. "AN ANSWER MISS
RAMSEY!" he thundered. "No, sir," she whispered. Snape shook his
head. "I have a feeling I wouldn't see you in my office so often if
they had. Now I want you to turn around Miss Ramsey, and lean over
the desk." She started to panic. "You can't spank me sir!" A
malicious smirk appeared on Snape's face. "I can and I will Miss
Ramsey. Do not make this harder on yourself than it need be. Now do
as I asked." She stood there petrified, wanting to believe that this
was all some sort of horrible nightmare. "NOW!" Snape shouted. She
wanted to run, but she was stuck to the floor. "Fine, if you insist
upon acting like a child, than you shall be punished like a child,"
he growled. He grabbed her arm, pulling her over to him. Before she
could find her voice to protest, Snape sat in his straight backed,
armless desk chair and effortlessly pulled the petite girl over his
lap.
"Wait! Please don't! I swear I'll never do anything again, just let
me go!" "That time has passed Miss Ramsey; your pathetic cries for
mercy shall not save you," Snape told her as he wrapped his left arm
around her waist, securing her position over his lap. Her feet could
not touch the floor and her face was very close to the floor. She
felt Snape lift her robe out of the way and she began to struggle.
Snape's hold was too strong for her to get away; he raised his right
hand high and brought it down hard on her bottom, still covered by
her skirt. She gasped at the pain and tried harder to get away. Snape
swatted her again. "Ow!" she shouted. She tried to keep quiet as a
dozen hard, stinging swats landed on her bottom, but was not able to
keep from yelling. Snape stopped after the first dozen swats and
lifted her skirt. Her face blushed dark red as she felt him lift her
skirt; he could see her panties. Snape almost chuckled at her
panties, which were covered with little teddy bears. "Please
Professor, don't do that! Don't spank me anymore!" Snape landed a
hard swat right on her sit spot and she howled. "Who is the teacher
here?" When he received no answer, he landed a flurry of five extra
hard spanks on her sit spot. "Answer me!" he demanded. "You are," she
said, sniffling. "That is correct; I will decide when the punishment
is over young lady!" He started spanking her again in earnest. "Owy!
Please stop! It hurts!" "It is supposed to hurt young lady," Snape
told her as he continued. She couldn't believe how much her bottom
hurt! It felt like he had been spanking her forever, branding her
with a hot iron. She wriggled, desperately trying to get away from
his large, punishing hand. She never knew that Snape was so strong!
She wondered if she'd ever be able to sit again!
Snape continued to spank her tiny bottom, which was almost completely
covered by his hand, as she started to cry. He held her tighter as
she wiggled and struggled; obviously, despite the tears, she had not
yet learned her lesson. "You jerk! I'm going to sue!" she yelled.
She gasped as she suddenly felt his finger inside the waist band of
her panties. "You can't do that!" she begged. "Don't!" Her most hated
Professor was going to spank her bare bottom! "I gave you the
opportunity to be paddled over your uniform like the almost adult
that you are; you refused and I told you that you would be punished
like a child and that is exactly what I intend to do. You have been a
naughty little girl and I am going to teach you exactly what happens
to naughty girls!" He again started to spank her now pink bottom,
making these spanks much harder than those before. She screamed and
howled in pain, kicking her legs. When her bottom was a bright cherry
red all over, he began to concentrate on her sit spot. "Will you be
breaking into the kitchens Tatyana Rose?" "No," she replied through
her tears. "Will you be involved in anymore pranks, Tatyana Rose?"
Again, she answered him through her wails. "Will you hand in your
homework Tatyana Rose?" "Yes," she answered pitifully. "Will you obey
all rules, Tatyana Rose?" This time Tatyana didn't answer; she had
stopped kicking and wriggling and was lying across his lap, crying
her heart out. With a finally volley of hard spanks to her sore
bottom, Snape ended the spanking. Tatyana lay across his lap,
sobbing, hardly even aware that the spanking had stopped. After a few
minutes, her sobs began to subside. Snape gently turned her over and
kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
Tatyana kissed him back as he stood up and carried her towards his
bedroom.
The next morning, Tatyana rolled over onto her bottom and winced,
waking from the still lingering sting. Severus Snape chuckled and
kissed her. "Good morning love," he said. She smiled contentedly and
rubbed her hand on his muscular chest. "Severus, you are amazing,"
she told him. "You just love me because I spank your cute arse," he
replied, pretending to be hurt. She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him. "That's one of the reasons I love, but certainly not the
only one. And don't you dare tell me you don't enjoy wailing on my
ass." He smiled at her. "I do and you know it Ana. But I can also
think of something else I enjoy." Tatyana smiled and kissed him. "I
know darling and I enjoy that too, but I have to get dressed and go."
Severus frowned. "Why?" Tatyana giggled at the look on his face. "The
first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are expecting me to teach them
their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in ten minutes." "Those
insufferable brats are always ruining things," he complained. She
kissed him as she crawled out of his bed. "I know darling, but
Dumbledore hired me to teach so I must if I want to keep my
job." "Alright, if you have to go, than go. But expect a spanking
when you get home tonight!" Her eyes sparkled with
excitement. "Promise?" she asked. "Not even Voldemort could talk me
out of it," he assured her. "Shall I be the naughty Gryffindor
again?" He shook his head. "I was hoping for the naughty patient."
She raised an eyebrow. "But you're a Professor, not a doctor," she
pointed out. "Are you questioning my abilities? That'll be extra with
the hairbrush for you tonight!" Snape retorted, a fake stern look on
his face. Tatyana giggled. "Alright, you talked me into it! Naughty
little patient it is, Professor Doctor Sir." She finished dressing
and headed for the door. "Did you want me to heal your arse before
you go?" Severus asked. Tatyana shook her head. "This way, I'll think
of you all day-every time I sit down." She blew him a kiss and left
the room, heading for her classroom. She arrived barely two minutes
before her students and fought the urge to wince as she sat at her
desk. She smiled to herself in spite of the stinging; she couldn't
wait until tonight!
