*DRAGON PR0N HERE* DETENTION!
For Loup--'Let's play chan'
Harry looked up as Snape made his entrance. (They live in the dungeons together and Harry is over the age of 18.)
"What's this?" Harry asked as Snape handed him the book.
"It's a book about chan," Snape said as he threw himself onto the settee beside him.
"Hmmm," Harry mused, his eyes widening as he flipped through a few pages. "And you gave me this because…."
"Because we're not supposed to talk about it here; however, if you'd rummage around in your wardrobe and come up with an old Gryffindor tie and your school robes and meet me in the classroom."
His face flushed, Harry was out of his seat in a flash. "You bet."
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"Remove your tie," Snape intoned, then added, "And drop your trousers."
"Yes, sir," Harry squeaked, licking at his dry lips, half in anticipation, half in anxiety.
Snape tilted his head up and watched as Harry obeyed. Sitting in his chair, he pulled Harry to his lap, then forced him to lie with his face upon the desk. He pushed the Gryffindor robes up around Harry's waist.
"Hands behind your head," Snape ordered, then used the tie to bind Harry's hands. He shifted his chair so that Harry was half-lying on the desk, his arse at the edge, while his legs, bound at his ankles by his trousers, dangled off the edge.
"What a wonderful view," Snape said softly as he insinuated his hand in between Harry's crack. He used a long fingernail to scrape at his skin there. "What would you like? A brutal and abrupt deflowering? Or perhaps…a little detention?"
Harry gasped and humped upwards off the desk at the touch of Snape's hand fingering his hole. "Oh god, punish me," he panted.
"Very well," came the instantaneous reply.
Harry sensed the motion behind him, heard the whiz in the air just before the switch hit him. He screamed out, as he jerked upwards, his hands behind his neck pushing his face into the desk. When he sensed that Snape wasn't going to hit him again, Harry knew what to do.