Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7866367. 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 the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. 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 Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!