The tears did not stop. They flowed quickly and heavily down Harry's cheeks and into Snape's pants, which were now soaked.
Harry began to scream, to writhe and fight. "STOP! STOP! YOU ASSHOLE, STOP!"
Snape's blows became fierce as he pulled up Harry's robes, and his trousers and underwear were quickly at his ankles. His bare backside was in view of his most despised professor.
"This kind of language and disrespect will no longer be tolerated Mr. Potter," Snape said calmly as the spanking continued. "You will learn to listen, to respond with grace, and do what you're told!"
The striking continued as Harry fought, trying to twist and turn and holler. But it was no use. Finally, the fight that Harry had a few moments ago left his body, and he left himself give up, a heap in Snape's lap.
Harry didn't register when the blows had stopped. He could only hear his own rattled breathing, peppered with hiccups of discontent. Snape had begun to rub his back in small circles, and Harry relaxed against him.
"M'sorry professor," he shook as each syllable left his lips, sniffling from the mucus in his nose.
"I accept your apology Mr. Potter," Snape responded, still holding coldness in his voice. "It's time to talk."
Harry nodded and felt himself be pulled into a sitting position. He remained in Snape's lap. The hold Snape had on him made it impossible for Harry to get away. His pants and underwear were still pulled down, and somehow his robe was gone. It made him feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable.
"I need to fix my pants," Harry mumbled as he tried to right himself.
"No," Snape said. "We're going to sit and talk just like this. And your pants remain where they are to remind you of your status at the moment."
Harry growled and turned his head away from Snape. The burn from his bottom was the only deterrent from him cursing the professor out.
"I have made it my duty to ensure you become an outstanding wizard and person Mr. Potter. I take that very seriously in my profession as a teacher at this school. Somehow, we have all failed to teach you how to behave towards adults and others. The headmaster has agreed that you require more hands on discipline, and perhaps a chance to start again," Snape talked to the back of Harry's head as he refused to turn around. He allowed this, for now. "You understand?"
Harry shrugged, defiantly.
"I need an answer, verbally, Mr. Potter," Snape said, his patience wavering.
"And I want my pants, SNAPE!"
A swift slap landed on Harry's inner thigh. Bright red, and angry already. It stung, badly. The tears threatened to fall again. Harry lifted a hand to strike Snape, but Snape was too quick. Harry was back over Snape's lap and the blows continued against his raw bottom.
"You will learn Mr. Potter," Snape sighed as he brought his hand down repeatedly. "Count aloud to 10 and we will be finished."
Harry fought as hard as he could but it was no use. He refused to count, and the blows continued. He didn't want to give Snape the satisfaction of counting like a child. But once Harry reached over 30 with no sign of stopping, Harry gave in.
"One!" he yelled.
A small grin came across Snape's face.
"Two! Three!" Harry broke into harder and harder sobs.
He finally shouted out "Ten!" and completely collapsed against Snape once again. He was wrung out completely. The tremors through his body could not be stopped. The mucus and tears covered his face again and he was terrified he ruined Snape's pants.
His bottom was on fire. It felt like 5 layers of skin were broken. There was a heat that he had never felt before.
Quietly he whispered "I understand Professor."
"Good, Mr Potter," Snape sat him up again. Harry winced as his bottom was against Snape's leg. It hurt so much. He squirmed again, feeling uncomfortable.
Snape accio'ed a potion to them and pushed it to Harry's lips. "Drink, it will help."
Afraid of another spanking, Harry drank it quickly. He felt his bottom immediately feel some relief. It was an ache, instead of a blistering pain.
"Fanks 'fessor," came the appreciation. Harry turned bright red in the face and covered his mouth quickly. What the hell?
Snape grinned, "And so it begins Mr Potter. We start over."
"What you do to me Nape?!" Harry screeched.
"I told you Mr. Potter, we are starting over. You're still an adult. But this potion allows your speech to be toddler like. You weigh less so that I can carry you like the baby you are. You will get used to blending between both worlds of adult and little over the next few days. You will lose more and more of your adult control."
"Can't do this!" Harry screeched again, feeling himself lose more and more emotional control.
"Actually, I have permission from the headmaster, and your mother. She left it in her will if anything happened to her or your father, that guardianship would be turned over to me, and if you were an adult, that I would be given power over you. At this moment is me officially taking on that responsibility."
As the realization washed over Harry he felt something inside of himself that made him aware of the truth Snape was telling. He could feel a sort of binding inside of him shift and he knew without a doubt the man's words were legitimate. Snape picked him up without effort, leaving his pants still down and his bottom on view for all. He came to a door that he had never noticed before. He opened it with his wand and Harry realized it was Snape's private quarters.
Harry began to chew his bottom lip. This was bad. This was really bad. This was going to be worse than being a maid to the man. Private quarters meant private time, hidden away from Dumbledore and the other Hogwarts students. Snape could do whatever he wanted to him, and no one would have any idea.
"We do this for week?" Harry asked.
"We start with a week Mr. Potter, but I may add time if I find it appropriate to do so. I think with having to spank you so often, we are already up to an extra few weeks. So now, I'd say your punishment is at least 3 weeks."
Harry's eyes flared in anger. "WHAT!? You… you… can't!"
Snape sighed. "Soon you will realize I CAN and that I ALWAYS follow through with what I say Mr. Potter."
Snape stripped off the pants and underwear, and with Harry's robe missing, he was left in just a t-shirt. It didn't hide anything below his waist. Harry covered himself immediately.
"'Fessor, want pants please," Harry tried to use manners to get further with his request, trying to remind himself that demanding only got him put over Snape's knees.
"Good words, Mr Potter, but I'm afraid not. It's time for the tour of where we will be staying," Snape said with a small quirk of his lips. He continued to hold Harry in his arms and walk the boy around. He showed him the living room, kitchen and dining area, spare room, Snape's bedroom, and rest room. He brought him down a set of dark stairs, and showed him a lab for potions storage and brewing. Coming back up, he brought Harry to a door he had not seen before.
"This," Snape said cautiously "is your room Mr Potter."
Snape opened the door and turned on the light without his wand or moving towards a switch.
Harry's eyes became as big as saucers. The room had a huge picture window. On window wall, the paint had a light version of Gryffindor colors with child-like cartoon versions of a griffin. There was a rocking chair, big enough for both men to be comfortable. His eyes went to the next wall and his heart sank to his stomach. There was an adult size crib. It had a twin size mattress inside, and the bedding matched the Gryffindor decorations on the wall. On the other side, an adult size changing table with a large size child potty off to the corner. Toys for infants and toddlers were on shelves, and some placed strategically around the floor of the room.
The tears returned again, flowing down his cheeks. A soft protest made it through his resistant lips. "No… You can't…"
Snape bounced him gently, "It'll be ok Mr. Potter."
"You can't… you can't do this to me… please…" Harry pleaded, his big eyes fresh with tears finally locking eyes with Snape's.
"It's this or expulsion from Hogwarts and all other magical schools Mr. Potter," Snape said, unwavering.
Without any thought, Harry let out an ear shattering wail of despair.