warning: This chapter contains corporal punishment and humiliation. Read at your own risk.

After Harry's sex escapade with Draco, Harry was banished to his room except for meals. It wasn't bad and Harry didn't complain. In a compliant manner, he read books and worked on his summer homework. Compared to his broom closet at the Dursleys this was bliss, after all. Even though Harry ate meals with Snape the man didn't say a word to him or even look in his direction. All things considered, he was thankful. Being ignored by the git was a gift.

There was, however, one thing wrong. Harry realized it the first afternoon Draco left. He was lying in his bed and thinking of the blond boy with his soft lips glistening after sucking Harry off. It had been really hot. Harry slipped his hand in his pants and began imagining the happenings of the day in more detail as he stroked himself.

Draco, hard and rubbing his cock against Harry's backside. Draco, face flushed and lustful with Harry underneath him. Draco, on his knees and looking up at Harry with his bright blue eyes. Draco…

Waves of pleasure ripped through Harry as he stroked himself. But that's where it ended. No matter how much Harry wanted to, his body would not cum. He could feel himself wanting to. He was hard and ready. But he couldn't.

It was Snape. He knew it. The man had put that spell on him, and now he couldn't satisfy himself in the most basic way.

What was Harry to do? He thought of going to see Snape and demanding he take the spell off. But he abolished the idea immediately. He didn't want to have a confrontation with Snape, especially about something of that nature. Surely the spell would wear off soon? Snape couldn't just leave it on forever. It wasn't healthy to go long without cumming, right? He would die or something. He was a young male with a strong drive and he couldn't remember a day that had gone by where he hadn't satisfied himself in that way.

It wasn't bad that day, but the next morning when Harry woke up he had a hard-on that he couldn't get rid of. Peeing felt like fire. The hard-on didn't go away for a few hours either, and he had to sit at breakfast across from the silent Snape with a tent in his pants. It was ridiculous.

Harry frequently tested to see if his ability to cum was back throughout that day and the next, just in case Snape had taken away the spell or it had timed out. No such luck. He would get to the edge of pleasure, but there would be no release. It was like having an itch that he couldn't scratch, magnified. There was no relief.

Needless to say, after the second day his cock was throbbing and his nether regions hurt and he was on the verge of tears. He decided to talk to Snape that night.

Harry didn't know how to bridge the topic. He felt awkward and ashamed, but he was desperate, so he pushed his feelings back and called the house elf to bring him to Snape.

Snape was in his office working on lesson planning. His office was the same small room that Harry had been punished in last time. It seemed just as claustrophobic now as it did then. The walls seemed to be closing down around him. He wanted to sprint for the door and make a break for it, but he was already there and Essie had gone and Snape was already looking at him with his cold eyes so he swallowed and tried to find his gryffindor courage.

"What are you doing here? Did I not tell you that you were to stay in your room except for meals?"

"I-I came to… to talk to you about… the spell." This was harder than Harry had imagined.

Snape's face was blank, like always. It seemed to be always blank or twisted in anger. Did Snape even have the ability to feel anything other than anger or nothing at all?

"What spell?" Snape asked.

Oh, so he wanted Harry to say it, maybe beg a bit. The bastard. "The one that, you know, keeps me from...from…" Harry's face reddened and he didn't finish his sentence.

Snape leaned forward. Ah. there was another look Snape was capable of: evil satisfaction. He had a shadow of a smile on his lips. Harry cursed him in his head.

"Yes?"

"Please, I just, can you take it off now? I'm really desperate."

"Punishments are not supposed to be pleasant."

Harry's face fell. Snape knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he would be lying if he said he didn't. Having Potter under his control in such a way? Having Potter beg him for something that only Snape could give him? Yes please. After all, the boy deserved it.

"Though I can offer you an option that may seem more lenient."

Harry looked up, hope in his eyes. The boy was so easy to read.

"You can stay under the chastity spell for another two week, or you can get it removed now. If you decide to get rid of it now I will punish you physically instead. But then it will be over."

Harry took a step back, and his face went pale.

Ah, so he will choose to remain chaste for two week, Severus thought. Of course he would be too afraid of a physical punishment.

"O-okay," Harry squeaked.

Severus looked a bit shocked. "You want the spell to end that badly?"

Harry nodded, wringing his hands together and looking wretched. He was used to beatings. Beatings and being locked up was the norm for him back home. If anything was a surprise it was that he had almost made it an entire week with Snape before being punished in such a way.

"Very well." Snape stood up. Harry backed away reflexively. Snape crossed the room and sat down on the couch. He seemed completely relaxed, or as relaxed as Harry had ever seen the man. Maybe he was just in his element when it came to punishing Harry. Maybe he lived for these moments. "Come here, Potter."

Harry hesitated, dawdling by the door. It wasn't locked. Harry still had a chance to escape. But then what? Where could he go? He'd still be in chastity anyway. He didn't want to run. He had to face up to Snape.

Forcefully he dragged one foot in front of the other until he was a few arms lengths away from man. There he stopped. He was at a safe distance, where he could possibly flee if Snape jumped at him.

Snape regarded him with mild interest. "I thought Gryffindors were known for their bravery. Yet you looked like a kicked puppy cowering away from its master." He pointed at the ground directly in front of him. "Stand right here."

Harry took a hesitant few steps forward. As soon as he was within arm's distance Snape reached out and grabbed him by the arm, not unlike a snake striking at its play.

Harry yelped, startled. But Snape just dragged him forward a few feet until the boy was standing directly in front of him. "Here," Snape said.

He couldn't remember a time when the man was on a lower level than him. Snape was always towering over Harry, or across from him at mealtimes. Harry could not recollect a time when he had stood above Snape. It was awkward. In this particular situation it was kind of horrifying. Why was Snape sitting with Harry standing before him?

"Spread your legs shoulder length apart."

Harry slowly obeyed.

"Now put your hands on your head."

"Why?" Harry gasped, horrified at this point. His stomach was a mess of knots. "Why do you want me to do such a thing? Aren't you going to beat me?"

Harry tried to step back then, startled to find that his feet were stuck. What was the meaning of this? He would have fallen backwards onto his butt, but Snape grabbed him by the bicep while he regained his balance.

"Why am I stuck? What did you do to me? Snape, let me go!"

"Professor Snape," the man corrected. "Put your hands on your head. Now. Or do you want to be in chastity for an indefinite amount of time? Don't forget: you chose this."

Harry wasn't sure he wanted this anymore. He lifted his hands shakily and placed them on his head anyway. He was already trapped. The only thing he could do was get through this the best he could and try to appease Snape in any way possible. He tried to shift his hands only to realize that they were also glued to his head. Now he was without a way to shield himself as well.

"Good." Snape looked satisfied. The word was the closest thing to praise that Harry had ever heard from Snape. It settled in the pit of his stomach, a warm feeling in the midst of the nerves knotting his intestines together. And it felt good in Harry's terror-stricken mind. He guessed he must be attention-starved or something because he desired comfort in the midst of this crazy situation. Maybe he was just overly emotional from the fear, and now the possible-kindness made him want to weep. He looked down at Snape, a small part of him daring to hope that the consequences wouldn't be that bad, that maybe Snape would have mercy on him.

The wand in Snape's hand lengthened out until it was much longer. Harry recognized it for a cane. He felt sick.

"It seems that you quite enjoy pain, Potter. Your thighs looked like they thoroughly enjoyed Draco's strikes."

"I don't, not really. Not like this." Harry was shaking. "Please, sir, forgive me. I didn't know my actions would make you so angry. I didn't think!"

"You never do, Potter. This lesson may make you remember for next time." Snape picked up the cane and flicked it through the air to test it. It made a whistling sound. He looked satisfied.

It was different than Vernon. Vernon would get angry, and lash out in rage, not caring where he hit or how much damage he dealt. He would also tire faster. Snape was different, because Snape appeared perfectly calm, even if Harry knew better. Snape could wait, and dole out punishment in a systematic manner. Harry hoped he could get through it okay, but he was having his doubts. This seemed different than the typical belting that he was used to.

"Potter, I am going to strike you with this cane five times. Each strike you must count, or else I will repeat it. This is a punishment and it is not meant to be enjoyed. As such, I will be striking you here-" he brought the cane up and tapped it in between Harry's legs, on his already aching ball sack.

"No!" cried Harry, trying to struggle and pull away but absolutely stuck. "You can't do this to me! Please, sir! Please!"

Already Harry could feel tears prickling his eyes as his panic mounted. Vernon would have never done this. It wasn't that this punishment was as bad as Vernon's, just that Vernon didn't purposefully delight in humiliating Potter. He thought he was just getting a regular beating on his back or buttocks, not something like this.

Snape blinked at him. "If it makes you feel better, you can thank your father for the nature of this punishment. You fell in my pensive last year. I don't need to tell you how much your father delighted in hurting me or stripping me of all my dignity."
"But sir, I'm not my father!" Harry felt like he was going to throw up.

"Indeed, you keep on insisting such, yet your character is just as despicable. Now Potter, don't forget to count."

The cane hissed up through the air and hit Harry between his forcefully spread legs.

"One!" Harry gasped out. For a few seconds the pain didn't even register, and then it was a debilitating burning, as if his nuts were on fire.

Snape didn't even swing hard at all. He looked quite bored, holding the rod loosely in his hand. He didn't have to strike hard for it to hurt. He brought the stick up again.

"Two!" Harry cried. He could hardly see through the pain. He couldn't feel anything but the burning.

"Good boy. That is two down," Snape said, and it was the first time Harry had ever been directly complimented by the man. It felt wrong, because he had called him boy just like his uncle. Yet the words were almost kind. He began to cry.

Snape brought the stick up again.

"Three!" shouted Harry. And something was seriously wrong with his body, because he could feel himself getting hard. Really hard. I'm broken, Harry thought. I was always broken but now I'm just realizing how broken I really am. I'm a freak. I'm not supposed to like this but my body is responding like it does anyway. He didn't want to get hard, not from this, not in front of Snape. He told himself it was just because he hadn't been able to cum in the last few days, but he wasn't so sure anymore. "Stop!" Harry pleaded. "Please, Severus, stop this!" His face was growing hot and he was blushing.

The cane shot up again. The pain blinded Harry, and for a minute he couldn't scream, couldn't speak, couldn't breath. He began to fall forward towards Snape, but Snape grabbed his shoulder and held him up.

"One more," Snape said, and his voice was strangely gentle. "If you count that out. Otherwise its two more. Do you want an extra?"

"F-four!" Harry managed in a sob. God, he was so hard, and he was panting like he had run a marathon. Beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead, mingling with his tears. This was the worst. He couldn't cum, not now, not like this. The pain was blinding, and yet there was a mess of pleasure despite that, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in. Not if he was struck again. He tried to beg Snape to stop once more, but he couldn't even get his mouth to form the words.

Severus held him up, and swung the cane again.

Harry couldn't even count to five, because he was cuming in his pants as soon as the cane struck. His cum pulsed out of him, and it didn't seem to ever stop. It soaked the front of his pants thoroughly, and Harry couldn't even cover himself because his hands were still stuck.

Harry fell forward, his feet still stuck in place but his knees too weak to keep himself up. He landed in Snape's lap.

The man didn't say anything. He didn't move. If Harry had had the presence of mind to look at Snape's face he would have seen that his face was frozen in shock and there was a glittering of tears behind the man's eyelids.

The sticky charm came undone. Harry didn't hesitate. He threw himself away from Snape, and ran for the door. He ran out of the room, but he didn't stop there. He ran out the front door too. No one seemed to be after him, but he didn't slow down to check.