A/N: Some details may not be accurate to either books or films. I haven't reread the books in a long time and I'm not seeking accuracy, just trying to have fun witht the story :) Hope you enjoy!

PRIDE

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by Saeshmea

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Minerva

Minerva waved her hand and all the students' parchments raised up in the air like butterflies that followed her call and laid on her desk in a uniform pile. She then dismissed her students, who left rapidly, as they could sense the anger of their professor.

How dared that woman tell her how to teach! Minerva grabbed a quill, left behind by a student, and snapped it in two. How dared her refer to her as an animal in a bloody petting zoo! She threw the halves of the quill on the floor and turned towards her desk with a loud stomp of her boot on the ground. Then, Minerva heard the unmistakable sound of those pink heels clacking into her classroom and the door closing after them.

"Unless you're here to learn from my expertise in teaching, I suggest you leave, Headmistress," Minerva advised, resuming her steps as if oblivious to the High Inquisitor's presence in her room. Of course, she knew why Dolores had returned, she had practically given her an open invitation to return with her words last night before leaving the Great Hall. I guess I shall measure my own words carefully if I want to avoid being disciplined again, she had teased with an insinuating tone derived from the mental games Umbridge's spanking had played on her. But at this very moment she felt too insulted to submit to the Headmistress' admonition.

"I am very disappointed that yesterday's correction measures weren't enough," Umbridge replied at the rhythm of her steps as she approached the front of the classroom, "your earlier disrespect tell me you need a reminder."

"My disrespect?!" Minerva raised her voice as she turned around to face the woman standing only a few inches away from her, "you called me a petting zoo animal in front of my students!"

Umbridge remained silent for a second, as if trying to remember that exact moment, or maybe calculating her next move. She raised her hand and slapped Minerva across the face loudly.

It had not been expected. Minerva had her hand tight around the handle of her wand, ready to counterattack a spell, as yesterday Umbridge had used magic first to restrain her. She had not been prepared to anticipate a physical attack. To be outsmarted in that simplistic way made her feel inferior and that wasn't something she felt often. That slap had broken the stern look she had been giving Dolores. Now she was looking at the tip of the High Inquisitor pink heels, her left cheek was throbbing, and her breathing had become irregular. Instead of focusing on her rage, her mind tilted toward the erotism of the situation and the memory of yesterday. Minerva felt as if she was not in control of herself anymore, as if there was some secret part of her soul puppeteering her body. She felt the table behind her with the back of her hand and let go of her wand. The stick made a quiet clickity sound when it was released free of her grasp, and then Minerva looked back at Dolores who stepped backwards, not in fear, but to allow more room between them. She had understood.

"Disrobe," she ordered.

The professor brought her hands to her neck and started to unbutton her dress without losing eye-contact with the Headmistress. She freed her arms from the fabric and revealed a thin beige camisole. Her tartan dress puddled around her feet and, even though she was not fully naked, she felt exposed. Her eyes had not lost their target. Umbridge looked pleased and that gave Minerva a certain gratification.

The Headteacher raised her wand, she pointed it at Minerva's arms, and they were raised up above in the air, so high above her head she had to stand on her toes. Her wrists were bound together and kept floating, as if she'd been hanged to the ceiling with some invisible hook. She could feel her skin and muscles stretch because of this position, and she wasn't sure how long her feet would last with their heels elevated.

Umbridge started to pace around her like a predator circling a willing prey. Minerva wasn't sure if she was savouring her silent discomfort or pondering the best way to torture her next. Then, Dolores stepped on one of the halves of the quill Minerva snapped earlier. She wondered if she had seen her throw it in the floor angrily. The Headmistress bended over to pick both pieces and placed them back on the desk, about five inches apart, perfectly parallel to each other and to the edge of the table. She touched the one piece with her wand, and the piece expanded and grew thick strings of leather on one end. When she touched the other one, it grew longer and thicker. Then, she looked at Minerva again, who'd been curiously observing her every move, trying not to focus on her own distress.

"Well, I think we're ready to start," Umbridge said, "just one more thing," and then she pointed her wand at Minerva and a very soft piece of pink cloth appeared and covered her eyes.

Unable to see, Minerva became aware of her magical bondage again and her own thoughts. All that waiting and anticipation, had put her body in a state of alert and now, the uncertainty of which tool of torture her captor would pick aroused her.

The flogger came first. Minerva felt the stingy softness of the leather strings caress the side of her body over the thin fabric of her underdress. The straps would curl around each curve of her body, like a warm sudden embrace. After a few lashes, she realised she'd been loudly expressing the mixture of pain and pleasure she was experiencing. When she tried to consciously silent herself, the Headmistress responded with harder swings of the flogger that would make Minerva dance on her tiptoes to keep some sort of balance.

The paddle came next. It took Minerva's breath out when she felt the hard wood hit the left cheek of her bottom. Had she not been held by that invisible chain, she would have lost her balance and fallen on the stone floor when the second hit came. She screamed. She could only imagine the pleasure on Umbridge's face at hearing her loud cry and that both mortified her and pleased her. She felt embarrassed that she was enjoying her own degradation at the hands of the Headmistress and prepared herself for the next hit. She wouldn't utter a sound this time.

The next hit never came.

Instead, she felt a hand gently resting on her bottom. Even over her underdress, Dolores' hand felt cold on her warm throbbing muscles. It relieved her pain momentarily and Minerva moaned softly. Then another hand rested on her other cheek, getting the same response from the hanging professor.

Umbridge's hands slid down her thighs, gently pressing on her sore skin, as if massaging her chastised body. When the underdress finished, their skins came in contact and Minerva felt an electric response from her body that started at the back of her thighs, where Dolores' hands were, and finished inside her brain.

With her wand on the table, her eyes blindfolded, her body exhausted by the punishment and her mind fogged by all the sensations, Minerva wasn't sure she would be able to free herself if she tried, she would probably even struggle to transfigure herself and at best, she'd end up just hanging from her little tabby paws. She felt completely at the mercy of Dolores Umbridge and that was ironically invigorating.

The Headmistress hands entered the privacy of Minerva's underdress with the same care they'd been touching her until that moment. One paused at the back of her thighs, holding with a certain grasp as if keeping her still, the other climbed between her legs until it reached her knickers and felt them. She was wet, Minerva was very conscious of that. She eagerly expected for those fingers to find their way inside her underwear, to touch her more but, not only did they not, but both hands left her body and McGonagall let go a loud gasp of disappointment.

"Very well," the Headmistress said suddenly, and then Minerva heard her heels clacking away, towards the door. When the door closed, her wrists became free and Minerva plummeted to the ground like a puppet whose strings got cut.

She removed her blindfold and needed a few seconds to get used to the dimmed light in the room. Dolores was indeed gone. Had she been ashamed of Minerva finding her punishment enjoyable or was leaving part of the torture itself. Minerva felt as angry with the Headmistress as before.

She stood up with some difficulty, she was not young anymore. She put her dress back on and when she reached for her wand she realised Umbridge had left her toys behind, perfectly aligned with hers. She hid them in the bottom drawer of her desk and left.

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She had enough time for a warm bath before dinner time. The hot water would alleviate her sore muscles and in the bath she'd find the quiet and peace to relive the past hour in her mind and satisfy her awaken desires. She also found herself wandering if Umbridge was doing anything similar. Minerva remembered her hands running down and up her thighs and it was hard to believe Dolores hadn't found any enjoyment beyond the chastisement. Her touch had been tender, almost caring.

Minerva sunk her face in the water and held her breathe. She was obviously going mad by indulging this affair, if it could even be called that. Maybe she should try talking to Dolores after dinner again, have a proper conversation to discuss their shared needs and wants.

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TO BE CONTINUED…