A/N: Not much to say except thanks so much for your support!

****Severus*****

Severus opened the door to see Mistress Granger stand seductively in the doorway. She had not dressed herself, only throwing on a robe to cover herself for the journey through his room. His face of annoyance was coupled with his eyes which seemed to be full of hunger for her. "Yes, nude will suffice for the rest of the night." He closed the door behind her and started to work on her robes, pulling them away from her body and letting them drop onto the floor. A low growl rumbled out from him as he admired her figure. She was a beautiful woman and it seemed that with every second she seemed only more sexy to him. He was sure that her cooing and seductive voice was the culprit.

"I was about to retire to bed. Seeing as my new apprentice is now here. I suppose you may help me disrobe and get ready for bed." His intent was much more sexual than this, but he hoped that covering it in sexual innuendos and hiding it behind other activities absolved him from all responsibility. Thoughts of her lips against his cock resurfaced, met with a slight tremble that shot through his body. Hermione seemed more than willing to get dirty which is something he admired. While his mind was telling him to put a stop to their lewd activities, his body was reacting differently, her light teasing going a long way. "Once you have me undressed, you may sleep in my bed but I expect you to stay quiet and behave."

*****Hermione*****

Whatever annoyance that had caused the look on his face it was tempered with the lust that was clearly in his eyes. The low growl he gave after disrobing her was primal and it stirred her desire. Would he always have this power? To turn her on like a light switch? Yes, she couldn't wait to see what lay ahead. Severus was complicated, just like potions.

Perfect.

When he told her to help him get ready for bed she was more than a bit eager. She couldn't wait to view his body. She wanted to see if the rest was just as magnificent as his cock. Hermione hoped it was. It certainly appeared that way. At least from sitting in his lap and feeling his arms around her. But now was the moment of truth.

Wait, behave? She smirked, she'd have to disobey him. Again. He hands, reached for the buttons on his frock, a garment so familiar to her that it was almost surreal to be removing it. "And do you mean to match me clothing wise, Master?" Hermione purred, raising on her tiptoes so she could speak directly in Snape's ear, her naked body pressed against his still dressed form. "I have to admit, I'm aching to see you in all of your natural splendor."

*****Severus*****

She worked quickly to start unbuttoning his frock, his tall build standing straight as the naked woman was working on him with a smirk on her face. The smirk alone was driving him mad. "It is only natural to sleep naked." He answered her seductive tones that were cooed into his ear. While his demeanor was still steadfast and stoic, his body reacted to her naked form. Her petite body pressed against his body, causing a pressure to build in his loins. Severus was surprised that he did not have enough after what they had done just moments earlier. Perhaps it was a bad idea to suggest for her to undress him.

"Behave." He simply said, his scolding teacher voice coming to the forefront. While Severus was many things, at his core he was always a good and stern teacher. He grabbed her breasts with his hands, kneading them, before rubbing her nipples between his thumb and his index finger. "Which part of behave do you not understand?" Her breasts were incredible, just the right size and perfectly round and well shaped. Another grunt rumbled out of him, his body complaining that he was pushing her away.

Severus wanted nothing more than to let go and release his wild side. He imagined what it would feel like to bend her against the wall, fucking her until her body would give way. "Start heeding my words miss Granger or I will have to bend you over and spank you till you learn your lesson." He let go of her breasts, while a bulge was forming once again. Dammit.

******Hermione****

"Mmmmmmm," Hermione groaned, her knees temporarily giving put as soon as Severus started kneading her breasts. Those strong, skillful, calloused yet smooth fingers rolling her nipples between their digits. Her soft mounds being fondled in his large palms. Her head tilted to the side, her chestnut curls tumbling down over one shoulder. How could he expect her to behave under such conditions?

When he threatened to punish her smirk turned devilish. She gripped his open frock tightly, tugging it down. She had to get him naked. Now. She needed to feel his flesh. Hermione didn't want to behave. Where was the fun in that? "It's not that I don't understand, Master," She answered, having removed his frock and now working on his dress shirt. "I simply don't want to."

Her eyes met his as she rubbed against his growing bulge. "So go ahead and bend me over Master. Punish me, please." That last part was a whisper. She'd never imagined she go for something like this, but Professor Snape was just the sort of man she could submit to. Never mind that she was of the same rank. He had far more experience. And his very air was dominant. Yes, she would love for him to punish her. The harder the better.

******Severus****

His nostrils flared up at her insolence. Not only was she disobeying him, she was doing it on purpose, to rile him up. Miss Granger needed to learn a lesson. This was unacceptable and there was only one way to teach it to her. "You do not want to?" He asked, his voice raised in anger. Her tiny hand was still teasing his bulge, being the troublemaker that he never knew she was.

"I expected more from you Miss Granger." His strong arms grabbed hold of her wrists as he practically carried her over to the bed. Still partially clothed, Severus sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap. He bit his lip, feeling pleasure from this that he should not have. "You made me hard again. I expect you to fix that mistake, but first, your punishment." His hand ran against her bottom, feeling the smooth skin of her ass cheeks. His hand grabbed hold of it, his fingers digging into the soft, pillowy skin of her butt.

The first blow from his palm was hard, and each one that followed was just as painful. He didn't spank her for pleasure...he spanked her to demean her, until her ass was bright red and swollen, the outline of his fingers welted over and over on her skin until he was exhausted, his breathing harsh and labored. "Now - You got anything to say and don't you dare lie to me?" He demanded, giving her one last strike of his palm to accent his words."Or are you ready to pleasure me with your mouth to clean up your mess?"

****Hermione*****

She expected it to hurt. Sure. That'd be just fine. She could handle a bit of pain. Even a lot. She was a war hero for Merlin's sake! What she did not expect was for it to hurt so much. Each blow stung. And not in a quick type of pain. No, this was the kind that was white hot at first and then flared. And he just...kept...spanking her. It was humiliating. Hermione cried, her face red with indignation and embarrassment. Just who did he think he was? She was supposed to be above this now. She wasn't his student anymore.

But by the end of it her ass hurt too much. She felt small, very small and ill prepared. And he wanted...he wanted her to suck him off after that? Hermione didn't feel like doing very much of anything save nursing her sore bottom. "I'm s-sorry... I-I don't know if I'm up for this," she stammered wiggling from his grasp.

He probably thought she'd done this type of thing before. It was silly to act so confident and sensual with him. Hermione knew that now. Snape was out of her league. No matter how much she wanted him. Or how bad. Besides, that really hurt her. She'd likely have bruises from this. A permanent lesson not to go above her limits. She fell from his lap, her salty tears blurring her sight.

*****Severus*****

Severus felt a pang of guilt across his chest. Seeing Hermione fall from his lap in a mess made him regret how rough he had been. He swallowed as he felt his a shiver through his back. He stood up, his eyes turning from anger to sorrow. "I..." He was lost for words after what had happened. It seemed that he was too caught up in the moment, anger had gotten the better of him and he was unsure if what he had done could ever be forgotten.

He leaned down and helped her to her feet. His touch a stark contrast from his previous actions. "Are you alright?" It was a phrase filled with irony. He had just spanked her bottom for being sexual with him. Yet here he was asking her if she was okay. "I am sorry..." He said softly, looking down at her sore bottom. "Merlin...I do not know what has gotten into me." Helping her up, he cupped her face in his hands, looking deep into the teary eyed woman.

"Forgive me… My temper had gotten the better of me." He said softly. He pulled her in, wrapping his long arms around her and let her nuzzle into his chest. While he wanted her to learn a lesson, he seemed to have gone too far. Inwardly he was just projecting, the lesson really was meant for him. He was too afraid to live his sexuality. To covet this young woman. To want to do so many things with her. And what that said about the kind of man he was. So his fear made him lash out at her, hoping that this would help him deal with his own.