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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, BDSM
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-06-17 Words: 2388
****** A darker shade of red ******
by Aeowen [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     The potions master doles out punishment. A common occurrence, but it
     leads to something more.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
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A darker shade of red




  The potions master looked up when he heard the knock on the door. Through his
  hair, which was as black as his eyes and hung down across his face, he could
  see the timid but still stoic form of the seventh year Gryffindor student who
  had come to receive his punishment. Severus Snape put down his quill and
  motioned for him to approach his desk. He folded his hands and watched the
  rather good looking young man walk forward. He relished punishing
  Gryffindors, and this one in particular had given him more than his share of
  trouble over the years.
  The look in the dark eyes could have bored holes into lesser students, but
  this one kept his chin up defiantly, as he had done countless times before.
  When the student stood firmly before his desk, Professor Snape spoke, his
  voice low.
  "Ah, Mr. Potter, you decided to show. Do you know why, Mr. Potter, I asked
  you to see me tonight?"
  A look of insecurity flashed across green eyes. "Er, yes, sir."
  "Why, Mr. Potter?"
  "Because, um, you c-caught me out the other night, after hours."
  "And what exactly were you doing that kept you out of bed so late?"
  "I-I was out with another student. We...wanted privacy and since we're in
  different houses we had to meet elsewhere." This last part tumbled out faster
  than Harry had wanted.
  "Yes, I found you in rather, inappropriate circumstances. Considering your
  prefect status, you should have known better, Mr. Potter. You know when
  others roam the halls. You know that the silver button on your robe does not
  give you permission to do what others cannot. In fact, judging by the
  location you and your companion chose, you almost wanted to be caught." A
  slight blush crept up the pale face. Snape raised his eyebrows. "Am I correct
  in assuming that you chose the location, Mr. Potter?"
  Green eyes met black ones momentarily. "Yes, sir."
  "You wanted to be caught? To be seen? Knowing that certain people, myself
  included, walk specific sections of the castle at certain times at night?"
  The student kept his eyes on the floor. ~Interesting.~
  "I've been thinking, Mr. Potter, of what type of punishment I could give you.
  I don't trust Professor McGonagall to give you the proper...type of reprimand
  for your actions. It seems, Mr. Potter, that nothing really discourages your
  from breaking the rules. In fact, in this case, it seems to me like you
  wanted to be caught. Regardless as to why exactly you suggested that room to
  your class mate, I believe that reverting to earlier forms of punishment are
  necessary in your case." Potter glanced up and quickly back down.
  "Do you understand what punishment I am referring to, Potter?"
  "Yes, sir. I-I think so, sir." The younger man swallowed.
  "I am referring to spanking or paddling. In this case, paddling, since I do
  not wish to hurt myself in the process of teaching you manners." Potter
  clenched his jaw, but said nothing and remained still.
  "Well, since you have no further comment or defense, remove your outer robe
  and bend over the front of the desk." Snape moved the papers there and
  watched his student remove and fold the black robe. "Still stoic and proud, I
  see. That will not do. Pull your slacks down, Potter. And I have changed my
  mind. Lie over my lap instead." Harry's eyes flew up and he turned a darker
  shade of red. Then he nodded and turned around, haltingly unzipping his grey
  uniform slacks and pushing them to his ankles.
  When he turned around, Snape was waiting in a chair, paddle in hand. Harry
  tried not to look nervous as he arranged himself over his professor's lap.
  The fact that he thought this particular professor to be rather sexy made him
  worry, a lot. He was 17 and had raging hormones. This could become
  embarrassing, very quickly.
  Snape stared at the bottom so nicely presented to his view. Potter was
  wearing deep red boxers, and the way he could see the groove between his
  cheeks through the thin material made him want to touch the undoubtedly soft
  skin beneath them. However, he managed to overcome that impulse and picked up
  the wooden paddle instead.
  Harry was completely unprepared for the first smack to his backside. He
  yelped, producing a sound that would have made him blush if he weren't
  already doing so. "I would like you to count, Mr. Potter," Professor Snape
  said once his student had caught his breath.
  "That was one, sir." Snape smiled. Potter could be amazingly compliant when
  given the right incentives. He brought the instrument down again. "Two!"
  Harry yelled out. When the third smack came down, Harry nearly bolted, or
  would have if Professor Snape hadn't been holding down his hips.
  Snape continued to bring the paddle down in irregular intervals, never giving
  any warning, and always making sure to hit a different area of Harry's
  backside. Sometime during his student's punishment, Snape became aware of
  something hard pressing up against his thigh. He smiled. This was going
  better than he had anticipated.
  When Professor Snape had delivered ten smacks to the Gryffindor's backside,
  he stopped. "Ten hits. Do you think that is enough, Mr. Potter?" "Y-yes, sir.
  I won't do it again, I swear."
  "Oh, I am quite sure of that. However, I am now faced with a new problem. The
  problem is in the form of your hard prick sticking into my leg." Harry froze
  completely, and if possible, turned even redder. Snape could only imagine
  what his pale skin looked like under the boxers. "Do you like this form of
  punishment, Potter?" Harry remained frozen and silent.
  "You don't have to answer, your body speaks well for itself. I knew you would
  like it. I had caught you before, but I knew when I found you two nights ago
  with that Ravenclaw boy. You were completely naked and he was covered except
  for his prick coming out of his slacks. He had you pressed face against a
  wall, your legs spread, hands pinned behind your back while he pounded into
  you...You see, I decided that I would rather have you in my sights than out
  there. In...my grasp than someone else's. Especially a student, some boy who
  does not know what an...exquisite creature he has in his arms..." Harry
  gasped and tried to turn around, but his professor held him in place.
  Professor Snape continued, his voice so low he almost whispered. "Did you
  like it, Harry, when he whispered obscenities in your ear? Or would you
  prefer to have someone tell you just how exquisite you look when you writhe
  in agony, somewhere between intense pleasure and pain?"
  Harry's breathe quickened and he licked his lips. He wasn't sure if he should
 speak then or if the questions were rhetorical. "May I get up, sir?" He felt
  the hands lift and he scrambled off of his professor's lap. Standing in his
  underwear after a spanking seemed almost silly. Relying on a mixture of
  instinct and fantasies, Harry knelt on his knees and feet on the stone floor
  in front of his professor.
  The raven-haired boy kept his eyes on the floor and spoke hesitantly. "I-
  I did like, sir, but..." "But what, Harry?" Harry was aware that Professor
  Snape was using his given name. "I...wouldn't mind it if someone else who-who
  knows more about that were to ask me to do more, advanced things with them."
  He tried not to sound hopeful.
  Snape stared for a moment at the young man kneeling in front of him. Potter,
  in his dark and delicate beauty, was offering himself to him. Snape thought,
  ~Does he know what he is offering? Does he truly understand that it is more
  than quick and fast fucking? Would he possibly want to join...~
  Abruptly, Severus Snape leaned forward and caressed Harry Potter's head,
  going from his hair to his cheek. He cupped his chin and brought the younger
  man's face up until he could see the sparkling green eyes. Harry looked
  nervous, but hopeful. Frightened, but aroused.
  "Are you willing, Harry, to be subservient to me? To be ready to submit to me
  in ways you never thought possible, to push your limits? Are you willing to
  trust me? Because this understanding is absolutely necessary; you can always
  tell me no if it is beyond your limits. On the other hand, if you are too
  quick to leave, then it will not be enjoyable to anyone involved, so I must
  ask you this now. You are old enough for me to be involved with you, so you
  are old enough to make a decision. Though frankly, you have always been older
  than your peers."
  Something inside Harry seemed to click at this last statement. How often had
  he shouldered the burden of fighting dark wizards? How often had he needed to
  give that burden of responsibility to someone else? He cupped Snape's hand
  over his cheek and smiled. "Yes, I am willing. I trust you...Severus, and I
  am ready."
  Severus Snape gave Harry a genuine smile. He kissed the back of Harry's hand,
  and then leaned down to kiss his soft pink lips. Harry immediately opened his
  mouth, giving complete access to Snape. The older man plunged his tongue in
  and gently explored what was being offered.
  When Snape broke the kiss, he looked hungrily at his student. "Since you are
  so eager to begin, and you are obviously talented with your mouth, I would
  like to see what else you can do." He pushed his robes aside and unzipped his
  trousers, freeing his erect prick. "Take off your glasses and keep your hands
  on the chair beside me."
  Harry smiled ever so slightly and fell to his knees again. He pushed all of
  the material aside and leaned forward. Gently, almost reverently, Harry
  placed a small kiss on the tip before giving the top part a series of kisses,
  licks, and soft nips. By the time he had engulfed the entire cock in his
  mouth, Professor Snape was in heaven. His head fell back and his lips parted
  slightly.
  "Gods, Harry, that's it. I knew you would be good at this. I knew you would
  know just how to take a cock in you. Keep going. That's it, take it in all
  the way." Harry hummed in acknowledgement, sending vibrations to Snape's
  groin. Harry stopped bobbing his head up and down and began to lick around
  the hard flesh.
  Snape rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, but did not press down. "Since
  you are so talented in this area already, Mr. Potter, we can proceed. You'll
  notice that I'm not holding you down, nor have I grabbed your head or hair to
  hold you in place. Submission sometimes involves being restrained while the
  dominant individual fucks you senseless."
  Harry swirled his tongue around the tip while he looked up briefly. Snape
  growled. "Concentrate, boy. This is your problem in class, too. No attention
  to the task at hand. As a was saying, such complete lack of control on the
  [gasp] sub's part can be satiating at times, however, the point of a master/
  pet relationship is the act of submission itself. The fact that you choose to
  service [gasp] service me in such a manner is submitting." He stopped talking
  when Harry suddenly deep-throated him.
  "You are on your knees on the stone floor, servicing me, giving me control of
  when you achieve your release. And if you let me, I will introduce you to
  such agonizing and beautiful pleasure laved with pain and submission." Snape
  stopped speaking again and panted. "Faster, Harry. More. Put everything into
  it. I want to see you stretch those pink lips of yours around my cock. I want
  to see you swallow every drop of my seed."
  Harry swallowed him completely and paused, allowing Snape to see him like
  that, before coming back up again. He did this a few more times and then felt
  Snape's cock become unbelievably hard in his mouth. He went down until it hit
  the back of his throat and hummed. Above him, Professor Snape growled and
  then shot his seed down Harry's throat.
  The potions master watched his student struggle to swallow every drop with
  his cock still buried deep in his mouth. What a sight he made. Disheveled
  school uniform, swollen pink lips stretched around him, green eyes glittering
  wit arousal.
  Harry wasn't sure what to do when he was finished. He waited for Professor
  Snape to guide him off his cock. The older wizard pulled him into his lap so
  that he was straddling him. Snape pulled Harry into a searing kiss. His hands
  roamed the slim body and rested on the boy's ass. He roughly kneaded the
  already abused cheeks, eliciting moans from his student.
  He broke the kiss and gave Harry a feral smile. "Are you ready, Harry? I
  thought we might want to go to my rooms." Harry must have looked slightly
  panicked because Snape gently caressed his cheek, saying "Don't worry.
  Nothing more than kissing and your release tonight. I will give you fair
  warning before I plunge my big cock into that delicious ass of yours." Harry
  shivered and buried his face in Snape's shoulder. He had to fight not to
  grind his hips into his professor to relieve the strong ache in his cock.
  Professor Snape nudged Harry off his lap. He led the Gryffindor through a
  door that went to his office. From there, they walked silently down a short
  passage that ended with another door.
  Before opening it, Professor Snape stood behind Harry and placed his hand on
  his shoulder. "Remember," he said in a velvety voice, "You can always leave.
  Nothing beyond what you are comfortable with, but remember also, this only
  works if you stretch your limits." Harry nodded and Snape gave the password.
  The door opened and Harry stepped through. Harry stopped abruptly only a few
  steps into the room and stared. There, in the middle of the sitting room
  floor, knelt a very submissive looking, and very naked, Draco Malfoy.
  --
  So what do you think? Please send feedback! Thanks! ~Aeowen
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