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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Dean_Thomas,
      Seamus_Finnigan, Neville_Longbottom
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Spanking, Corporal_Punishment, Anal_Fingering, Dubious_Consent,
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Manipulation, Punishment, Dry_Humping,
      Frottage, Sassy_Harry, Cheeky_Harry, Innocent_Harry, naive_Harry, Virgin
      Harry, Bottom_Harry, Top_Severus_Snape, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference
  Series:
      Part 3 of Naive_Harry
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-03 Words: 2241
****** Naive Harry and Severus Snape ******
by LivingInTheLight
Summary
     “You can’t do this, I am 16! I am much too old to get a spanking…”
     Harry protested weakly.
Notes
     More ideas are still welcome :-)
“There’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor.”
The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying. Several people
gasped, including Hermione. Behind Snape, however, Ron, Dean, and Seamus
grinned appreciatively.
“Detention, Saturday night, my office,” said Snape. “I do not take cheek from
anyone, Potter … not even ‘the Chosen One.'” [Harry Potter and the half-blood
prince – JK Rowling]
‘Crap…’ was all Harry could think. Why was his mouth always faster than his
thoughts? Sometimes it really was a nuisance, it wouldn’t be the first time
that his lack of thinking got him in trouble. Especially with professor Snape,
well in his defence, everything got him in trouble with Snape even breathing.
It had been like that since the moment he stepped into the potion’s classroom
in his first year. The class had barely started and the potion’s master had
already made his hatred for the famous Boy-who-lived known to everyone in the
room.
The class could not have been over quick enough. The moment the bell rang,
Harry grabbed his stuff, squeezed it in his bag and ran out of the room without
a glance backwards. He immediately ran to Gryffindor Tower, ignored everyone in
the Common Room and bolted into his dorm. He flopped onto his bed and barely 5
minutes later, Ron and Hermione entered the room. At first he refused to lift
his head from his pillow, so he only heard Ron sit on his own bed and Hermione
on the end of Harry’s bed.
“Why did you do that Harry, you know you should watch yourself in front of
Snape. Normally I would say that it was unfair like every other time you
received detention from him, but I must say that I agree and you deserved this.
You can’t just be cheeky or disrespectful to a professor, you need to respect
them. Especially Snape! You know what he has done for you, he saved your life
on numerous occasion. I’m not even mentioning all the good things he has done
for the Order of the Phoenix.” Hermione lectured.
“Mate, don’t listen to her, that was absolutely brilliant! Have you seen his
face? It looked like he would explode, I swear he only can reach that state
because of you, not even Neville can come close to it. You should get a
standing ovation or something like that. Or when he finally explodes an award
for services to the school. We could finally be rid of the greasy git. No more
bat of the dungeons…” Ron cheered. “We should definitely watch this memory
again in a pensieve. Neville, Seamus and Dean would also love to see it again.
Oh, I just had a brilliant idea, we should give it to the twins as a Christmas
present. They would love it and we wouldn’t need to buy them anything extra.”
Despite being in a terrible mood, Harry started to laugh with all of Ron’s
ideas. Some of them were just amazing. A small look at Hermione told him that
she would love to tear him a new one, but she was too busy with hiding her own
amusement.
“Sure thing Ron, I just know the twins will love it…”
 
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At moments like these, time seemed to fly. In a matter of a couple of heart
beats it was Saturday night. Not wanting to be late for his detention, Harry
said goodbye to his friends with a forlorn look on his face and made his way to
the dungeons. Every step he took, seemed to increase his nervousness, but there
was no going back. After all these years, Harry was still stressed for every
detention with Snape. He didn’t know why as he had had enough experiences over
the years, maybe even more than any other student. Perhaps even more than Fred
and George… probably not detentions or the loss of points in general, but
definitely more regarding Snape.
Before his hand was able to knock on the door to Snape’s office, he heard the
foreboding voice: “Enter.” Taking one last breath Harry opened the door and
walked into the room. Snape was seated behind his desk and was busy correcting
essays. Harry shuffled closer to his professor and waited to be recognized.
Unfortunately, this was a game that Snape liked to play with him, just to see
how long it would take for Harry to break. This time it only took the professor
approximately 5 minutes before he looked up to see his ‘favourite’ student.
“Mr. Potter, I see you are on time for a change. Maybe you are finally learning
manners after all these years. But I won’t get my hopes up, you will always
stay an arrogant and ignorant little brat.” Snape sneered.
Gritting his teeth, Harry didn’t raise to the bait. “Yes, sir, where are the
cauldrons I should polish for you tonight?” he asked.
“Oh no, Mr. Potter, I have something different planned for you tonight. I may
not have much hope for you, but I am not willing to give up. Seeing as you have
never had a stable hand to guide you with those muggles, your abomination of a
dogfather or any responsible teacher, I have decided to teach you a lesson.
From now on, I myself will hold you responsible for every bit of cheek,
arrogance or mischief you get riled up in.” Snape said.
Ignoring the comment about Sirius, Harry asked: “What do you mean, sir? Why
would you do that? Why would you show an interest in me like that, no-one
before you has done so? The Dursleys never cared and Sirius never got to have
the opportunity to hold me responsible for my actions.” Some part of him wanted
to have someone to hold him responsible, someone to care about him. But why
Snape? Snape hated him!
“I am aware that your upbringing wasn’t favourable and that is why I will take
some of my precious time to guide you and discipline you. I will be strict with
you! You won’t get away with anything. Now stop all this chitchat and come
closer.” Hesitantly Harry shuffled his feet closer and closer to the professor.
He still wasn’t sure what was going to happen. When he was close enough, Snape
took his upper arm and guided him over his lap. When it started to dawn on
Harry what was going to happen, he started to struggle, but the potion’s master
was much stronger.
“You can’t do this, I am 16! I am much too old to get a spanking…” Harry
protested weakly.
“Silence, Potter, you know that this is what you deserve and we both know that
it will do you some good. You are not the first one who gets pulled over my
knee, how do you think I punish my Slytherins?” Snape lied. In all honesty, he
would never dare to pull one of the other students over his knee, but Potter
didn’t have to know that. They would surely go to one of the other teachers or
their parents and he would certainly lose his job. In comparison to the other
teachers, Severus believed in corporal punishment and had wanted to spank the
young Gryffindor for a long time, knowing that the boy would never tell anyone.
Without further ado, he pulled the boy closer and with a quick pull, he removed
his trousers and pants in one swift motion. He couldn’t wait to turn the pale,
smooth skin in front of him a deep red with his own hand. Before the boy could
begin his protestations, Snape delivered the first smack.
SMACK
Even though it wasn’t very hard yet, the boy gave a tiny squeak of surprise.
Not taking any further notice, the older man continued his swats in quick
succession.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The boy had grasped his leg in a firm hold, but he was staying mostly silent.
He clearly didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his professor, but that
wouldn’t do him any good. Snape was planning to break the boy apart so that the
message came across clearly. With each smack, the arse of the boy grew redder
and redder. It actually was a pretty nice colour, quite appropriate for a
Gryffindor.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
After a particularly hard swat, the boy yelped out loudly, which brought a
satisfied smile on the potion’s master’s face. After that it didn’t take long
before the boy was screaming each time the hand came down. Tears came rolling
down his cheeks before the professor finally spoke to his student.
“You know, you deserve this Harry. You have been a bad boy, but you are paying
for your mistakes. You are taking your punishment very good and after this you
will be completely forgiven.” Snape said with a silky voice. The fact that he
had spoken Harry’s first name didn’t even register to the small boy. The only
thing he could do, was grip the leg of his professor a bit tighter and
pretending not to notice how wet the pants were getting from all his tears.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The amount of smacks were gradually decreasing. Unbeknownst to the boy, was
that the potion’s master was getting aroused by the punishment. Every time the
small body writhed in his lap, his cock got a bit harder and harder. Despite
his obvious arousal, he didn’t worry about it for he was sure that the boy in
his lap was too oblivious and naïve to notice anything wrong going on. And even
if he would, he wouldn’t realise that it wasn’t proper for a professor to do
such a thing.
“Hush Harry, you did such a good job. I forgive you now, you can relax. I won’t
give you an ointment to take away the pain, because you will need it to learn
the entire lesson, but I will rub it for you to reduce the stinging. Is that
alright?” Snape asked.
“Yes… Please, professor… I am sorry… I won’t do it ever again… I promise. I
truly am sorry… I didn’t mean to be cheeky… I just wasn’t thinking.” The boy
stuttered.
With soft, soothing motions, the older man began rubbing Harry’s butt. He
continued to do this for a while and just occasionally let his finger slide
over the boy’s crack. Each time his finger encountered the puckered hole, the
boy let out a tiny moan. Too engrossed in the feeling of comfort to notice what
his professor was doing to his bum. With a wicked smirk, Snape cast a wordless
cleaning and lubrication spell and swiftly penetrated the boy’s asshole. It
didn’t take long for the boy to be properly moaning out loud.
Harry was entirely hard now and instinctively began humping against his
professor. All of it just felt too good to really care what he was doing.
Shortly after, another two fingers were added to the first.
“Doing so good, Harry, you are taking my fingers so well. It is like you are
made for this. Remember, this is your reward for taking your punishment so
well. You have truly earned it. Are you ready, Harry, I know that you can take
the last bit of your reward.” The silky voice asked.
“Yes, please… more, professor. I can handle it… thank you… yes, oh Merlin, yes…
please, professor. I want more… please, give me more…” the boy begged.
Severus stood up, taking the boy with him and bend him over his desk. His cock
was finally able to replace his fingers. ‘Oh, sweet Merlin, this feels good, so
tight. The boy must be a virgin. This is amazing, I am the first man ever to be
inside of him. It has been a long time since my cock has been surrounded by
such a warm, tight heat.’ He thought.
Soon he began to thrust into the boy’s hole at a punishing pace. He didn’t feel
like going slow tonight. Surely he would get another opportunity to torture the
boy and take him nice and slow. He just loved all the noises his student could
make, from soft little moans to loud yelps every time his prostate was jabbed
by the intruding cock. After a few minutes of hitting the boy’s prostate with
each thrust, he felt it when the boy finally came completely untouched, because
the rim surrounding his cock, became unbearably tight. He just couldn’t
postpone his own orgasm any longer, the boy’s eager little hole milked him for
every last drop of cum he had in him.
Harry was exhausted and collapsed completely onto the desk. He wasn’t sure of
how all of this had happened, but he had liked it none the less. Maybe Snape
was right, he just needed a firm hand guiding him. He had been punished, but
also comforted and rewarded afterwards.
Snape cleaned both of them up with a quick movement of his wand and tucked
himself back in, before pulling the boy’s pants and trousers up and zipping him
up completely.
“Maybe, it isn’t too late for you, Mr. Potter, maybe there is hope for you yet.
Hopefully you will have learned your lesson, but if you haven’t I will take you
over my knee again, before you can say the word ‘punishment’. You can go back
to your tower now, detention is over. Good night Mr. Potter.”
 
 
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