Dominate!Snape answers
1. An Unexpected Attraction by treacherous_things
2. Epiphany by melusin_79 (WIP)
3. Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? Or, The Autobiography of a so-called Byronic Hero, a retort by ianthe-waiting
4. Humility and Submission by GoddessByLine (abandoned)
5. For the Potion Master’s Amusement by snape-submiss (WIP)
6. Dangerous Escapism by Silent G
7. You Can’t Have One Without the Other by RachelW
8. Of Loving Consequences by simplydreamin
9. Agentes et Patientes by Bonnie Viva
10. Tyranny by ianthe-waiting
1. “Um, sir, may I ask… how… how many times?”
“Oh, I’d say until I see a nice, visible welt.”
‘Visible.’ I guess that means that I’ll have to pull my skirt up. Maybe this isn’t just my fantasy after all.
“Yes, Ms. Granger, that means that you will have to pull up your skirt.” Was he reading my mind? He walked around to the other side of the desk where she was standing. “I find that it isn’t sufficiently painful if done over clothing.”
Great. Not that I should be at all surprised that Snape is a sadist.
By the way he was looking at her, she knew that he was waiting for her to assume the position. She turned to face the desk, bent over, and hiked up her skirt.
Red satin? But wouldn’t she only wear that if… An Unexpected Attraction by treacherous_things
2. Hermione turned around and crawled on her hands and knees towards him. Still hopeful that Severus would allow her to orgasm, Hermione maintained eye contact while she licked the palm of his hand clean. Eyes crazed with lust, she sucked each finger in turn, finishing with his thumb. Severus, however, remained unmoved by her silent pleading.
‘Lie over my knees.’
‘But, Severus, the children will be back any minute.’
‘Then you had better hurry up.’ Severus drained the remainder of his whisky while Hermione climbed over his lap. ‘Legs apart.’ He Transfigured the whisky tumbler into a medium-sized butt-plug, parted her cheeks and inserted it firmly into her anus.
‘There.’ Severus tapped the end of the plug with his wand, charming it to slowly expand inside her. ‘You should be nicely dilated for me in a few hours.’ He gave her bottom a few light smacks. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard tonight, wife, and I’m in no mood for foreplay. Once the children are in bed, I want you to go into the bedroom, disrobe and await my pleasure. Do not attempt to find release before then.’ He pushed her roughly off his lap and onto the floor. ‘Now, get dressed.’ Epiphany by melusin_79 (WIP)
3. ‘I want you to brand your name onto my soul…’
She had not said it aloud; she had said it into my mind.
I grasped her shoulders, bending my neck to kiss her, our teeth clashing, our lips not quite meeting. It was awkward, passionate, and soon all that mattered was that I inhaled her every exhale.
If she wanted a master, I would gladly take the role. If she wanted pain, I would give her agony. If she wanted pleasure, she would have to beg me for it. If she wanted some semblance of love, she would have to fight me for it.
I was still angry, I was still bitter, and when I pulled away from her mouth, I vented all the darkness onto her body. Snape: Scoundrel or Saint? Or, The Autobiography of a so-called Byronic Hero, a retort by ianthe-waiting
4. “Stop at once,” he ordered. He had always loved this particularly aspect of the game.
He got high when he was able to execute total control over another human being, controlling their pleasure as well as their release. However, she was not paying attention and her hand continued to stroke, so he bent forward and caught it in a vice like grip. He then pulled her up to her feet, giving her bottom a hard smack! “Ow, ow, why did you do that Sir?”
“When I say stop, you stop... UNDERSTOOD?” The loud angry sound of his voice scared her again and she was shaking badly... but not only from fear, “I need to come Sir. Please... Please, I beg you.”
There she was, almost incoherent in her lust, begging for release... Just the way he wanted them! Humility and Submission by GoddessByLine (abandoned)
5. ‘Tell me what you want, Hermione,’ he said silkily, and the long fingers of one of his hands trailed down her bare bottom.
‘I-’ she began, tugging fruitlessly at the invisible bonds holding her in place ‘I w-want to c-come!’ Sweet Merlin, had she said that out loud? Told her professor she wanted to climax at his hand? Had she no shame?
‘That is of no interest to me now,’ he informed her ruthlessly. ‘Your punishment for your behaviour is what we are discussing.’ The tormenting hand now trailed from one buttock cheek to the other. ‘Tell me what you need.’
Hermione swallowed, inwardly squirming, her panic escalating. Spanking by his hand had hurt, yes-had made her cry until she was an empty vessel, more at peace than she had ever been-but the belt frightened her. It was going to hurt more, she was sure of it, and did not possess the intimacy of his hand slapping her bottom. But perhaps if she endured the belt, he would reward her with his fingers …
‘I need your attentions, sir,’ she whispered, her voice breaking with the storm of emotion surging through her.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured, and the words of praise thrilled through her like a sexual caress, setting her quim to aching for release. ‘Your answer pleases me.’ For the Potion Master’s Amusement by snape-submiss (WIP)
6. "Granger, Delacour, get in here, NOW. Stand in front of the fire." Better get this show on the road before losing your nerve, old boy. As they moved, his plan for the evening unfolded before him in his mind's eye like a sumptuous, dangerous magic carpet; coloured silver, and green, and black, and black, and black.
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"I have no intention of spending the rest of the evening barking orders to you, or telling you how to behave. Therefore, the following ground rules will apply until I am finished with you this evening. You will be told to do things tonight that you may not have ever done, watched or even imagined - but you are both clever girls, so I expect you to use your serviceable intellects, do your best, and improvise. Next, I expect you to behave as if you are enjoying yourselves. Immensely. That means not only your gestures and actions, which I expect to be deliberate and passionate, but also your facial expressions and especially the sounds you make. If you do not know what sounds are appropriate, just moan. If I ask you a question, you are to answer as if you were on the most potent aphrodisiac known to man. Lastly, when you give or receive a caress, your bodies will respond as if to the most desirable touch in your experience. I will tell you when you may go back to being your monotonous, robotic selves. Is that clear?" Dangerous Escapism by Silent G
7. Well then. Apparently there wouldn’t be much of a honeymoon. Hermione went to her room and pulled out her jeans and a sweatshirt, aware of the slight tingle remaining in her nether-regions. It was a new, but not unpleasant feeling. Even the ‘punishment’ hadn’t been all that bad…rather, it had focused her for the time, causing her arousal to build.
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and left through her door. The halls had a few students heading for breakfast, and when she arrived she took a seat at her normal place. Harry, Ron and Ginny looked at her as she sat down.
“Morning guys,” she said. Ginny smiled at her, and Hermione gave her a look which said ‘talk about it later’ and so Ginny quelled the questions which would be entirely inappropriate for the breakfast table in front of the boys.
“Morning ‘Mione,” Ron answered, smiling at her hesitantly as he gave her an evaluating look. He seemed satisfied that she was unharmed and went back to eating his kippers.
“So…are you alright?” Harry asked, brows furrowed as he watched her for any possible sign of discomfort.
“Yes…I’m fine. I’m married, not ill.”
“Well, I mean…did Snape…was he…” Harry trailed off uncomfortably, obviously trying to ask if Snape had brutalized or distressed her.
“Harry,” she began in a warning tone, “I’m fine, really. The vampire theories are false, no fangs, really. Now, I’m hungry,” she said and reached for a muffin. The last thing she would do now is tell her friends she’d been flogged before breakfast. You Can’t Have One Without the Other by RachelW
8. Hermione promptly obeyed and lifted the heavy lid, locking the side hinges to prop it open. The chest had been opened several times in the past two years, and the contents were ever-changing. Hermione never knew what would be revealed as she peered in each time.
With head bent low and squinted eyes, Hermione searched the dark crevice for tonight’s lot.
“Lumos.”
Hermione startled as the light from her husband’s wand assisted the moonbeams, illuminating the dark recesses of the chest. The items before her seemed innocent enough, but she knew the man waiting for her on the bed was second to none in deception and secret keeping. With his keen magical ability, he could Transfigure things in an instant and was known for doing just that on occasion. Although it seemed as though the instruments of her husband’s pleasure were laid out before her, Hermione had been trained to expect the unexpected.
“Bring everything here to me.”
Hermione gathered the chest’s contents and walked to his side of the bed, leaving the chest lid open. She laid the items in her husband’s lap and stood before him, feeling vulnerable, yet eager. Of Loving Consequences by simplydreamin
9. There were a thousand questions in her head right now. There was so much she needed to know. But she was still Patientes, even now: It was not her place to ask.
Fortunately, he took pity on her, and answered the most important question right away.
"The working was a success," he confirmed, holding the finished Talisman of Saturn in front of her dazed eyes. It shone and sparkled in a heavy, leaden way, and she could feel the power radiating from it. "I've hit it with several of my best curses, and it repels them as if they were water." He wrapped it back up in its black cloth and set it carefully on the nightstand.
"That one goes to Dumbledore, I think."
He turned to smile at her, and it was a soft, gentle smile.
"So, Patientes. Can you continue with this?" He touched her cheek with a finger, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "I will not think any less of you if you say `no' - you've done more than enough already."
Her brown eyes met his black ones. "I can do this, master," she whispered, her voice weak but clear.
"Oh, little one," he said, his voice breaking. Agentes et Patientes by Bonnie Viva
10. Humming, he ran his eyes along the bumps of her spine down to the swell of her hips and the beautiful curve of her buttocks...downward to the slight damp glistening between her thighs.
She had enjoyed it, a bit...
...downward to her calves, straining against the leather straps that secured her delicate feet inside her stilettos. He sighed softly, blowing a long strand of hair from his sweaty face. As much as it had pained her, it had almost drained him to put the cat-o'nine-tails to her skin, but as he finally removed his eyes from her luscious body, he turned his attentions to the small plank table to his right, too far out of the line of her vision. Upon the table were several items that he was literally itching to use upon her, but the first thing he lifted into his long tapered fingers was a leather blindfold, fashioned to fit securely over the eyes, molded to sit upon the face like a mask.
Moving to stand behind her, she reacted to the sound of his boots against the stone floor, flinching as he stretched his arms out to either side of her head, slipping the mask to her face, careful not to reveal his identity by lingering to darken her vision, but he was sure that she had seen the Dark Mark on his left arm for she began making loud protesting noises through the gag in her mouth. Tying the blind tightly, he moved his fingers to the knot of the gag, deftly pulling the knot free and letting the damp green silk drop before her. Tyranny by ianthe-waiting