Before Dinner

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Hermione’s brown eyes were focused and narrowed in concentration as she slowly poured a thin line of the golden fluid into the narrow neck of the bottle. It floated on top of purplish darkness of the first item she’d put in, and she shook the beaker experimentally before eyeing the narrow neck and pouring once more.

"Hello, dear…" Hermione jumped, the bottle of oil falling from her hand to skitter to the sink. A long arm snaked out quickly to catch the glass cruet before it crashed to the floor.

"Severus!" Hermione’s hand gripped the edge of the counter for a moment, as she caught her breath "You frightened me! When did you get home?"

Severus Snape put down the cruet and retrieved the plastic oil bottle from the sink. "A few moments ago. My, you were deep in thought. Making something wonderful, I assume?" He set the bottle on the counter before sliding his arms round her, pulling her close to him.

She smiled as her heart quieted, and moved her hands to rest atop his, at her waist. "Just some dressing. I used balsamic vinegar. It’s sweeter. And it’s better if it sits. You said you were doing pasta tonight, so I thought I’d do salad." She shifted, pressing her hips back into him, and smiled impishly at his low growl.

"You minx," he whispered, sliding a hand into her hair and tipping her head back. He pressed the hand still at her waist harder, pushing her round bottom back into his groin. He kissed her neck, nibbling gently at the soft flesh and smiling to himself at her quiet sighs. It had been seven years since Voldemort had fallen, just before her graduation from Hogwarts. Four lovely years since she had sought him out, pleading for his companionship with a depth to her eyes he’d never seen in another. He’d never imagined that she would have him.

He HAD been pleased at the look of shock on her face when he revealed that she had been in his thoughts, as well. Four years since she’d first shared his bed, and she was still as eager for him as ever.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the cut glass container on the counter. He pushed it slowly to the back edge near the wall. "Hermione…"

"Yes, Severus?" She turned to face him, leaning back against the counter. She reached up to push his black hair from his face, staring up into eyes that didn’t end.

"You were pouring right into the cruet." His voice was steady, but still slightly twisted, as the cruel sneer of her youth now turned into a delightfully wicked half-grin.

"Um... yes…"

"What have I told you about mixing in the bottle?" He leaned closer, putting a hand to either side of her on the counter, fencing her in.

Hermione caught the playful tinge to his stern demeanor and smiled back. "Well, in Potions, we all know that you should never mix in the bottle. You…um... you brew and then decant into bottles for storage." She chewed idly at her lip, her eyebrows lifted in a look of complete innocence. "But… this is…"

"A kitchen, which I have told you many times is?" He waited. She finished.

"…Just as dangerous as a laboratory, requiring just as much care." She recited, adding a small sigh along with crossed arms and a little pout.

"Exactly." Severus had leaned even closer, his dark hair falling to brush her cheeks. He lifted a hand to run the pad of his thumb across her pouting lips. Hermione closed her eyes and let out a soft whimper. Severus slid his thumb into her mouth, closing his own eyes as her tongue moved under it, and she sucked gently at the digit invading her.

He opened his eyes, pulling his thumb away and gripping her chin. "And what happens, Hermione, when we forget?" His voice was dark and heavy in her ears, drowning out the rushing of her blood.

"We… that is. I..." She gasped as he suddenly grabbed her at her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the counter. He kissed her hard, and she held tightly to him, their hands in each other’s hair. Hermione reveled in the kiss, and allowed herself another small pout when he withdrew, teeth nipping at her lower lip when he pulled away.

"Yes?" He eyed her, his gaze solid, potent and unwavering.

"I... I get spanked…" Her voice had dropped to a trembling whisper, hot with passion.

Severus nodded slowly, and his lips curled into a smile as he lifted her from the counter and set her on the floor, giving her a half-spin toward the door. "That you do. Now, go upstairs, naughty girl." She blushed and giggled, and he swatted her once on the way out. he considered a moment, then stopped her. "Hermione…"

She turned and perked, listening.

He tipped his head downwards, his look almost menacing now, dark and heavy. His voice dripped with desire and she felt his control ooze over her like a fog.

"Get Ready. And be quick about it. I’ll be up in a moment…" Hermione blinked, then her eyes went wide and she nodded, fairly sprinting out the door.

Severus watched her, wincing as he turned, and pressed a hand against the hardness under his robes. He sighed, immensely grateful that he wasn’t restricted by Muggle trousers. He had no idea how Muggle men managed it. Though he would readily admit that he DID enjoy seeing Hermione in tight jeans. Her bottom was magnificent, and rounded perfectly in the confining fabric.

However, he had worked at the school for far too long not to appreciate the attraction of a coy young woman in the pleated uniform skirt. That was what she was doing at this moment: changing into her old Hogwarts uniform, slightly modified with a plain black tie, and a blazer that bore his family’s crest by means of a sterling pin. It had been part of her wedding gift, that pin, an old one, worn by his mother, and his grandmother, and now she wore it, a glittering silver testimony to the fact that she had chosen to bear his name.

He shook his head, returning to thoughts of his wife, dressing upstairs, and of undressing her. He grinned. That would come later. Severus reached to pull a wooden spoon from the utensil jar and tapped it on his palm as he walked resolutely through the kitchen, through the dining room, pausing at the downstairs closet before heading up the stairs. He was going to enjoy this one.

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Hermione straightened the pin and fidgeted on the edge of the bed. "Get ready," he had said. She burned inside when he'd spoken those words. That meant something deliciously wicked. It meant he wanted to play. And it meant she'd better be ready for a hell of an evening.

She loved the way his professor's robes looked on him, and when he realized the enormous attraction she had held for him in her school days, he took advantage of that. Now, his robes hung in the downstairs closet, and came out only for this kind of play- hard, cruel, and incineratingly sexual. She gasped as the door opened a split second before she was ready for it.

She had trembled in his presence as a student, and now, when he stalked toward her, his eyes ablaze with mock-fury and wild with passion, she trembled deep within herself, and her breath caught in her throat like the very first day she saw him when he spoke.

"On your feet, girl!" he swirled around her as she stood, her stomach tight and twisting deliciously. "You stand in my presence, disobedient chit!" Hermione swallowed, and tried hard to keep from collapsing into a puddle of arousal on the floor when he pressed himself behind her, his arm crossing over her chest as he growled in her ear. "I come here to punish you, and you defy me further? You have an indescribable amount of gall, don't you girl?"

Hermione drew long breaths, keeping her legs in a solid state beneath her by sheer force of will. "Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?" His eyes bored through her, and she squirmed, her knickers already damp.

"I... No, Sir…"

He snorted in ‘disapproval’, and spoke, as if to himself. "Typical. She ignores the most simple of rules, and then has nothing to say." He slid from behind her and he and the black robes around him flowed to the desk and spun the chair out. The powerful presence of Professor Snape filled the room, made it tight, close.

She was having trouble breathing properly now.

She blinked as she realised that he was eyeing her now, standing beside the chair. "You try my patience, girl. Come here at once!"

Hermione shivered inside, bowing her head as she walked slowly toward him. "Hurry up! Did you think I meant for you to drag your feet?" She scurried quickly to stand in front of the chair, looking at it, then up at him.

"I’m sorry, sir…

"Not good enough, I’m afraid." He sat, and turned her to face away from him. He sighed, impatiently, and smacked at her thigh. "Take your jacket off! I can’t do anything with it in the way… Silly girl. Quickly!"

Hermione shucked off the blazer, placing it to the side so that the pin showed, becoming ever more aroused by his brusque tone and quick words. He smoothed his hand over her skirt and smacked her once, twice, quickly, smiling to himself as she gasped when they landed. "At least you're dressed properly. I don't have to punish you for that..."

The long thin fingers deftly unfastened the skirt, and pushed it to the floor. He blinked. The knickers underneath were thin, red, and VERY skimpy, not at all the proper thing to wear beneath the uniform skirt.

She blushed hot, her hands working in and out of fists at her sides. Snape spoke softly, tracing his fingertips just inside the edges of the elastic around the "legs" of the flimsy undergarment, pulling them out one at a time, and watching her try to keep from jumping when the elastic snapped back into place.

"You petulant little brat. Did you think I wouldn't see?" He hooked his fingers into the sides and pulled them down in one motion, pushing them to the floor. Eyeing the damp spot in the middle of the thin scrap of fabric, and he quirked an eyebrow. "Hmm. Or perhaps. Perhaps you ENJOY this, little miss?" He pushed with one finger at her shoulder, prompting her to turn.

"Step out..." Hermione stepped to one side, and turned, just hiding her sly smile before she faced him. She loved when he caught her, hot and ready, and loved it more when he noted it aloud. She still ached every time he spoke to her.

Now his dark eyes narrowed, and he reached to tug at her arm. "Well, then, you dirty little girl, lets just see how much you enjoy it, then, shall we?" He pulled her over his lap, and tucked an arm about her waist, leaving her no time to settle herself before laying in to her with a series of sharp smacks that made her bottom bounce.

Hermione squealed, kicking her feet and whimpering. "Oh, no, sir, please!"

"Please?" Severus stopped with hand raised, and let out a deep chuckle before landing another hard swat very low. He smiled with satisfaction at her yelp, followed by a heavy gasp. "You disobey me, defy me, and when I begin on the punishment you deserve, you start to beg just a few moments in? Oh, no, little miss. You’ll have to do better than ‘please’, I’m afraid." He continued.

Spanking quickly and incredibly efficiently seemed to be his forte, and Hermione caught her breath with each sharp smack. Snape watched her writhe under his hand, holding her tightly. She loved being held, being restrained, and though he was thin, his musculature had always been more than enough to keep her wriggling in check. She squealed, and he paused.

His hand trailed over her cheeks, now very pink. The girl on his lap sighed heavily, catching her breath and panting. His fingers traced lines over the hot skin and now probed into the soft folds where her legs met. "Ooo!" Hermione whimpered, and pushed up with her toes, lifting her bottom.

Severus responded to her wanton move, plunging a finger into the slick opening, smiling to himself as she gasped. "You wicked, wicked girl," he growled, as he slowly stirred the finger inside her, watching her push back onto his hand. He let go her waist and reached to wrap his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to see her flushed cheeks and open mouth. She was glorious, so needy, so raw.

He continued rubbing at the hot walls of her pussy, moving the fingertip to press at the spot inside that made her catch her breath hard. "OH! Oh, Severus!" she moaned, her eyes closed tight. Snape pulled his hand away, and placed a sharp SMACK on her upper thigh. Hermione yelped.

"You are NOT permitted to use my name in that manner, girl!" He smacked her other thigh, reddening it, and she gasped.

"Oh, oh I’m sorry sir, please don’t…" She closed her eyes, cursing to herself. Damn! She wriggled her bottom, whimpering and turning her head to pout a bit at him, hoping to move him with her sexual prowess, and half hoping it wouldn’t work.

It didn’t.

He growled in frustration and smacked her again, his hand popping sharply on the tender skin below her bottom. "Be quiet! And stop that immediately. Don’t you dare presume to sway me…" He lifted his hand and landed one more to each side before reaching into the deep pocket of his robes. "I see you forget all too quickly. Let’s see if we can remind you what you are and are NOT allowed to do!"

He let go of her hair, gripping her round the waist once more. Pulling the spoon from his pocket, Severus began applying it quickly, peppering her bottom with quick hard blows, watching as the spoon left its signature ovals over her upturned backside.

Hermione squealed and writhed over his lap, giving him the fight and the show he wanted, but not completely of her own volition. The spoon burned like a brand, leaving a spot of fire wherever it fell. When the blows began to land over one another, she kicked.

"OW OWW! Oh, oh SIR!" she squirmed and wriggled, but the hot blows soon began to melt into one another, blending into a deep penetrating heat, and she lay more still, gasping over his knee. Severus watched her, and noted the change. He smiled to himself again, and shifted his arm, moving the hand holding her to reach beneath. She whimpered as he began to stroke at the soft lips, now puffy and hot with her arousal.

Snape leaned low over her, whispering in her ear. "I see you, wicked girl. I see you, gasping and moaning. How very naughty you are. Pushing yourself onto my fingers, tipping your bottom up." He slowed the smacks, metering them to land hot and hard, but leaving time between for the blows to grow mellow and heat his lover to fever pitch.

Hermione whimpered as he continued. "One would almost think you liked… that you loved to be handled more.. harshly." He sat up straighter, moving his hands. "Stand up." Hermione pushed herself to her feet, and Severus took her arm, leading her to the end of the bed. He unbuttoned her shirt quickly, and pushed it off her shoulders and to the floor. He smiled at the slight blush that crept over her when he surveyed her naked body.

His voice was deep and rich, and he moved around her in a predatory fashion, his eyes burning into her skin. "My, you ARE naughty, are you not? Not even an undergarment beneath your blouse…" Hermione whimpered as Severus traced his hand over the small, round breast.

He stopped in front of her, standing close, watching her and running the pad of his thumb over her nipple. She gasped, standing straighter, not daring to move her hands. "Hmm. I think you are far more wicked than I first suspected. We will have to deal with that... Oh yes…" He turned her again, positioning her in the center of the footboard, running his hand down her belly, fingers splayed. "Since you are so very naughty, I think…" He paused, moving closer to almost hiss in her ear. "I think, I ‘ll have to use the strap."

Hermione let out a sharp whimpering cry, but Severus wasted no time, pressing at her shoulder, tipping her over the heavy wood. His hands smoothed the reddened flesh of her bottom, fingertips prodding at pink spots, touching gingerly at darker ones. Hermione wriggled, never able to be completely still.

Severus smiled, watching her move, not quite disobedient, but with the touch of a defiant spark that had always kept his thoughts returning to her again and again. He growled to himself, and ran his hands down her behind, his thumbs gently parting the round buttocks. He pressed one thumb inwards, touching the tiny hole hidden there. She stilled.

"Oh!" Hermione turned her head, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and a little fear. She made a small pout.

Severus almost laughed, catching himself last minute to turn it into a wickedly curled smile. "You are the naughty one, you are. Don’t try to convince ME that you don’t like it, minx.. I’m almost finished punishing you, and when I am…" He leaned over her, the length of his body pressing into her.

Hermione whimpered, biting her lip. She could feel the hardness under the robes, surprisingly thick for so slender a man, and more than enough to satisfy any woman she could imagine. And he was pressing it against her, rocking gently to push it again and again, slowly, teasingly, moving that hardness against her hot bottom. She whined.

Severus smiled above her. "See? You can’t fool me, little miss. I know how much you love this…" He twitched his hips again, illustrating precisely what ‘this’ he meant. She closed her eyes tight. "…And when I’m finished, I’m going to push this into you, deep, and slow, and watch you squirm…"

He withdrew from her, moving quietly to the bureau. Hermione turned her head to watch him, and smiled, tingling deliciously inside. She watched him pull open the drawer, retrieving the strap. It was of wide leather, long and thick, with a serpent embossed into the dark grain. She had no idea how old it was, but she knew it well by now.

Severus watched his wife shiver, and ran the leather through his hand. He paced behind her, watching her body shift and move, her back rise and fall as she breathed, slowly, heavily. He delighted in this silent, teasing dance, watching her wait, observing the tiny movements that let him know how excited she was.

They never spoke at this point, though he recognised the hitch in her breath that told him she was getting more nervous now, more apprehensive, and more desperate. And now, he saw the gentle settling, the almost defeated relaxing of her body, and that told him it was time.

He stepped to one side behind her, and tapped the leather against her bottom, letting her know he was about to begin. He watched her tense, and waited until she relaxed again before striking. His body moved like water, flowing in a single solid movement, ending with the leather cracking against Hermione’s upturned bottom. "OOH!" Hermione tensed, then settled back down, just before the second fell, then the third. She gasped and panted, the thick strap leaving wide bands of scarlet in its wake. Her eyes closed, and sprang open, her mouth pressed into a thin line, then opened to a perfect O. Her entire body responded to the blows, everything in motion, on fire, electric.

Severus took full advantage of his height and the length of his arms, swinging full force, watching Hermione fight to keep still beneath the heavy blows. Looking from the outside, one might have thought him in some sort of modern dance, his body straightening, then lashing forward, recoiling just as the strap did, fluid and beautiful, his robes swirling around him. He was no longer cold Professor Snape, but wildly passionate husband Severus, dancing with fire to the music of his lover’s cries.

After twenty she shuddered. Thirty and she stilled, her body taut, vibrating like a harpstring. Severus reached to strip off the robes in one quick movement. He stepped forward, his hands on her hips, pressing his body into her again. He could feel the slick honey on her thighs, and he slid against it, his erect shaft pushing to rest at the hot wet opening. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her chest heaving from the exertion of taking such a whipping, and she cried aloud as he dipped his hips to smoothly move into her, in one solid stroke.

"Severus!" Hermione cried, tensing around him as he filled her. Her body was on fire, everything so clear, but everything blurred. She pushed back against him. Severus moaned aloud, feeling her body tighten, squeezing him with her heat. He held to her hips, moving slowly inside her, stroking in, out, in, and holding still. He growled as she tensed around him, almost gasping himself.

Hermione smiled, lost in the dreamy reverie of it all, and wriggled her bottom, finding her voice again. "Please, please! I’m ready!" Severus nodded and slipped from her, sliding along the smooth furrow to press at the puckered opening. His hands slid along the reddened flesh to press in, parting the cheeks, watching as he pressed gently, slowly, in.

Hermione whimpered, her hands tightening in the bedclothes, but Severus only chuckled, watching the sweat bead on her skin as he pushed slowly, insistently into her, watching the tiny hole stretch around him. His wife was glorious beneath him, her back arched deeply, her bottom rising full and round, and now scarlet, over the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes, and thrust in to the hilt, gasping hard felt her tightness around him and heard her wail.

Pushing pack hard against him, Hermione whimpered and wailed. He filled her completely, thick and hard inside her. Every movement touched something inside that pushed her higher, faster, toward the edge. Stars danced before her eyes, and she grunted as he pushed ever harder and faster into her. Severus took advantage of her desperation, leaning over her body, crossing his arms under her, his fingertips curling over her shoulders.

Her skin was burning him, her cries echoing in his ears. He closed his eyes tight against the spiraling force inside him, and pressed his lips to her ear… "Cum with me!" Two waves crashed together, violent and searing. She screamed, he roared, and the world went black.

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Severus peeled his body from that of his exhausted wife. He lifted her gently and carried her to the side of the bed, lying down with her. "You were magnificent," he whispered, gently stroking her hair.

"So were you," she whispered back, curling her body tightly against him. He smiled down at her, and waved his hand, setting the clock for eight, and dinner. Pulling the sheet up over them, he kissed her closed eyes, tasting the tears still damp on her lashes.

He felt her breathing deepen, slowing, and watched her sleeping. Closing his own eyes, he whispered into her ear… "I love you…"

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