Severus gave a slight nod, and by mutual assent they slipped through the door. Immediately, Remus was enveloped in the aroma. The room smelled like oak and fruit, with an earthy undertone. They were in the wine cellar.
“I fail to see the possibilities here, but from the look in you eyes and the way your nose is twitching, I suppose you do?”
“The scents here are of the earth and they call to the wolf.”
“But wine? We are not randy teenagers to get drunk and lose our inhibitions, and then wake up with a headache and regrets.”
“I wasn’t thinking of drinking the wine, anyway.”
“Lupin, what did you plan to do? Wash in it? I think you might be taking the stereotypical randy, hedonistic werewolf image a bit too far.”
“Actually, I think our host has been putting something in the water. I’ll admit to being as randy as any other werewolf, but I’ve found myself extremely so here.” He paused for effect. “Or perhaps it’s just the company.”
Severus averted his head. “Tampering with beverages would not be beneath Lucius.”
“I’m for investigating the room further.”
“Lupin, there is wine, wine and, oh yes, more wine.”
“I’m going to look anyway.”
Remus wandered up and down the aisles, further and further back into the cellar. It was about ten minutes before he returned to where Severus was standing.
“So, what amazing treasures did you discover? Oh, let me guess…wine?”
“Funny, Severus. Actually, there were few things. There is an apple press and a purple stained oak barrel and some tools. I found the scrapping paddles most interesting.”
“Scraping paddles?”
“I think someone was making blackberry wine down here at some point. The paddles look like boat oars except the handles are more delicate, much like broom handles.”
“Which will be so useful if we are in a flood, and by some miracle find a boat.”
“Severus, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Severus, you’ve got your snark turned up to high. Something is going on.”
“Yes, you’re going on. Going on about paddles, and presses and ….” Severus sighed. “I do not understand this. I understood beds, comfortable chairs, even women’s clothing, but this—I do not understand.”
“You could. Or the paddle if you wanted something longer and wider. Or the paddle used as, well, a paddle.”
Severus’ eyes widened, and then he almost squeaked as he said, “You would use it as a paddle?”
“Oh, no Headmaster Snape, you would use the paddle.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Remus cast his eyes down. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
Severus shifted from one foot to the other. “Go get the paddle, Mr. Lupin. You know where I keep it.”
Remus was off like a shot. When he returned he lowered his eyes and handed over the paddle.
“I prefer the shorter handled one, it wasn’t there Mr. Lupin?”
“No, sir.”
“Then is one will have to do.”
“Assume the position, Mr. Lupin.”
“But, sir…”
“You should have thought about this before you chose to ignore the rules.”
“Yes, sir.” Remus bent over and grabbed a low shelf of a wine rack.
“You may count.” Severus swung the long handled paddle. The impact made a soft thud, and the wine bottles in the shelf rattled.
“One.”
Severus swung a bit harder this time.
“Two.”
The third swing, even harder still brought a low ‘ooof’.
“Three.”
“What was that Mr. Lupin?”
“Three, sir.”
“No. The noise before that.”
“Sorry, sir. It stung a little.”
“Please remain silent except for the count.”
“Yes, sir.”
Severus swung, again.
“Oh. Four.”
“Mr. Lupin, I asked that you remain silent.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
The paddle struck Remus’ arse harder.
He groaned. “Five.”
“Drop your trousers and pants, Mr. Lupin.”
“But, sir…”
“No, buts. You were told to remain silent you did not. Drop them.”
Remus dropped his trousers and pants to his ankles. He couldn’t wait for the slap of wood on his bare arse. Severus swatted him, again. It was perfect. After four more, he reached one hand off the wine rack, to stroke his cock.
“Mr. Lupin, are you wanking?”
“No, sir. Wanking you do alone.”
Severus gave Remus arse three, quick strokes with the paddle. Remus moaned, wiggled his arse and pumped his hand.
“As you are not wanking, Mr. Lupin, perhaps you would appreciate this.” Severus took the handle of the paddle and ran it along Remus’ cleft.
“Yes, sir. More please sir.”
“As you appear to enjoy the handle too much, we will return to the spankings.”
Remus accepted another three swats with the paddle, before he could hear Severus fumbling with his trouser fastenings. The paddling continued, and Remus wiggled his arse, and pumped his cock for all he was worth. Finally, Severus dropped the paddle and went down on his knees behind Remus.
With one hand Remus gripped the wine rack, and with the other he frantically worked his cock. He felt one of Severus’ cool hands glide over his well-warmed arse. Severus grasped both globes and pushed them together. Remus moaned loudly.
“Lupin.” Severus said raggedly.
Remus tossed his head from side to side as he whispered, “I’m going to come.”
Severus pressed his hard cock between Remus’ arse cheeks, and Remus came this a shout, pouring himself over his hand and the floor. Severus thrust between the fiery pink cheeks, three times before covering Remus’ arse and back in a fountain of long, creamy white ropes. When he finished, he bent over to rest across Remus’ back.
After a few minutes Severus spoke. “I stopped using a paddle years ago.” The silence returned.
Remus finally nudged “Because?”
“I was twenty-two and I had a seventeen year old boy bent over my desk to be spanked. My thoughts were completely inappropriate. I sent him away without a punishment.”
“And lived to become the detention master of Hogwarts.”
“Did you know I’d react this way?”
“No. But I thought you wouldn’t mind playing the authority figure, so it was worth a try.”