Title: The Unruly Gryffindor

by Tia

tiaoconnell@yahoo.com

Author's Note: Be kind, this was the first story I ever posted, LOL

Category: Harry Potter Universe

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my original character, Tatyana "Ana" Ramsey, who teaches DADA.

Warning: spankings

Part one of the Severus and Ana series



The Unruly Gryffindor
by Tia

A girl wearing a Hogwarts uniform with the Gryffindor patch on her robes nervously twisted a strand of her light brown hair around her finger. Her gray eyes, flecked with gold, studied the floor of Professor Snape's office.

Professor Snape sat behind his desk, his arms folded over his chest, watching the nervous girl standing in front of him with a look of disgust and disdain. "You Gryffindors are all alike. No regard whatsoever for rules; thinking you are better than anyone else, making you exempt from regulations."

The girl continued to look at the floor; how she hated Professor Snape! He was so……… mean. Almost cruel; and worse yet, he seemed to enjoy making others miserable.

"YOU WILL LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU MISS RAMSEY!" Snape shouted.

She quickly looked up, not wanting to incur more of his wrath than necessary.

"Four times in the past week I have found you in violation of the rules. I have taken points, reported you to Professor McGonagall and given you various detentions. You are been nothing but a disturbance and a nuisance since the school year has started."

Her temper flared; he was a teacher, he shouldn't be able to call her names. "Maybe you're just prejudiced," she said bravely.

Snape quickly stood, his 6'2 frame towering over her 5 foot frame, rage visible on his face. "ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME?"

She knew she had gone too far; as much as she tried not to, she felt scared. "No sir," she whispered.

"You are a sixth year student; you should be beyond the point of breaking rules that you have known since your arrival here. Entering the restricted section of the library, being out of the school after dark without permission or supervision, breaking into the kitchens at night, wandering the corridors, breaking into the teachers lounge to name a few of your many infractions. Frankly Miss Ramsey, you are not a good student and certainly not an asset to this school; even that blasted Potter has not broken as many rules as you have. Your involvement with the Weasley twins and their endless pranks is disgraceful; another thing that is disgraceful is your work in my class. You've melted almost as many cauldrons as Longbottom and I have not received any of the homework assignments I have given you since this year started three months ago."

Professor Snape continued to rant and rave, but even when he made false accusations, she didn't dare to say anything. He had never lectured her this long before and was rather afraid he was going to expel her. "I have decided that you are beyond the restrictions and detentions that have previously been given, as they seem to have no effect on you. I believe it is time to resort to something more serious." She couldn't help but shudder at his dark statement, accompanied by the look on his face.

"Are you going to expel me sir?" She asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Snape stared at her for a moment, enjoying watching her squirm under his harsh gaze. "Unfortunately the headmaster does not think your antics are harmful enough to warrant expulsion; if I had my way however, you'd be on train this very moment."

Her eyes grew wide; if she wasn't expelled, what was he going to do?

"The headmaster has given me permission to use a somewhat outdated method to correct your childish actions, and am sure that this will be much more unpleasant for you."

She started to shake; was he going to send her to Filch to be hung up by her thumbs?

"Have you ever been spanked Miss Ramsey?"

Her heart stopped; had Snape seriously just asked her that question.

"AN ANSWER MISS RAMSEY!" he thundered.

"No, sir," she whispered.

Snape shook his head. "I have a feeling I wouldn't see you in my office so often if they had. Now I want you to turn around Miss Ramsey, and lean over the desk."

She started to panic. "You can't spank me sir!"

A malicious smirk appeared on Snape's face. "I can and I will Miss Ramsey. Do not make this harder on yourself than it need be. Now do as I asked."

She stood there petrified, wanting to believe that this was all some sort of horrible nightmare.

"NOW!" Snape shouted.

She wanted to run, but she was stuck to the floor.

"Fine, if you insist upon acting like a child, than you shall be punished like a child," he growled. He grabbed her arm, pulling her over to him. Before she could find her voice to protest, Snape sat in his straight backed, armless desk chair and effortlessly pulled the petite girl over his lap.

"Wait! Please don't! I swear I'll never do anything again, just let me go!"

"That time has passed Miss Ramsey; your pathetic cries for mercy shall not save you," Snape told her as he wrapped his left arm around her waist, securing her position over his lap.

Her feet could not touch the floor and her face was very close to the floor. She felt Snape lift her robe out of the way and she began to struggle. Snape's hold was too strong for her to get away; he raised his right hand high and brought it down hard on her bottom, still covered by her skirt. She gasped at the pain and tried harder to get away. Snape swatted her again.

"Ow!" she shouted. She tried to keep quiet as a dozen hard, stinging swats landed on her bottom, but was not able to keep from yelling. Snape stopped after the first dozen swats and lifted her skirt. Her face blushed dark red as she felt him lift her skirt; he could see her panties.

Snape almost chuckled at her panties, which were covered with little teddy bears.

"Please Professor, don't do that! Don't spank me anymore!"

Snape landed a hard swat right on her sit spot and she howled.

"Who is the teacher here?" When he received no answer, he landed a flurry of five extra hard spanks on her sit spot. "Answer me!" he demanded.

"You are," she said, sniffling.

"That is correct; I will decide when the punishment is over young lady!" He started spanking her again in earnest.

"Owy! Please stop! It hurts!"

"It is supposed to hurt young lady," Snape told her as he continued.

She couldn't believe how much her bottom hurt! It felt like he had been spanking her forever, branding her with a hot iron. She wriggled, desperately trying to get away from his large, punishing hand. She never knew that Snape was so strong! She wondered if she'd ever be able to sit again!

Snape continued to spank her tiny bottom, which was almost completely covered by his hand, as she started to cry. He held her tighter as she wiggled and struggled; obviously, despite the tears, she had not yet learned her lesson.

"You jerk! I'm going to sue!" she yelled.

She gasped as she suddenly felt his finger inside the waist band of her panties. "You can't do that!" she begged. "Don't!" Her most hated Professor was going to spank her bare bottom!

"I gave you the opportunity to be paddled over your uniform like the almost adult that you are; you refused and I told you that you would be punished like a child and that is exactly what I intend to do. You have been a naughty little girl and I am going to teach you exactly what happens to naughty girls!" He again started to spank her now pink bottom, making these spanks much harder than those before.

She screamed and howled in pain, kicking her legs. When her bottom was a bright cherry red all over, he began to concentrate on her sit spot.

"Will you be breaking into the kitchens Tatyana Rose?"

"No," she replied through her tears.

"Will you be involved in anymore pranks, Tatyana Rose?"

Again, she answered him through her wails.

"Will you hand in your homework Tatyana Rose?"

"Yes," she answered pitifully.

"Will you obey all rules, Tatyana Rose?"

This time Tatyana didn't answer; she had stopped kicking and wriggling and was lying across his lap, crying her heart out.

With a finally volley of hard spanks to her sore bottom, Snape ended the spanking. Tatyana lay across his lap, sobbing, hardly even aware that the spanking had stopped. After a few minutes, her sobs began to subside. Snape gently turned her over and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately. Tatyana kissed him back as he stood up and carried her towards his bedroom.

*

The next morning, Tatyana rolled over onto her bottom and winced, waking from the still lingering sting.

Severus Snape chuckled and kissed her. "Good morning love," he said.

She smiled contentedly and rubbed her hand on his muscular chest. "Severus, you are amazing," she told him.

"You just love me because I spank your cute arse," he replied, pretending to be hurt.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "That's one of the reasons I love, but certainly not the only one. And don't you dare tell me you don't enjoy wailing on my ass."

He smiled at her. "I do and you know it Ana. But I can also think of something else I enjoy." Tatyana smiled and kissed him.

"I know darling and I enjoy that too, but I have to get dressed and go."

Severus frowned. "Why?"

Tatyana giggled at the look on his face. "The first year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are expecting me to teach them their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson in ten minutes."

"Those insufferable brats are always ruining things," he complained.

She kissed him as she crawled out of his bed. "I know darling, but Dumbledore hired me to teach so I must if I want to keep my job."

"Alright, if you have to go, than go. But expect a spanking when you get home tonight!"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Promise?" she asked.

"Not even Voldemort could talk me out of it," he assured her.

"Shall I be the naughty Gryffindor again?"

He shook his head. "I was hoping for the naughty patient."

She raised an eyebrow. "But you're a Professor, not a doctor," she pointed out.

"Are you questioning my abilities? That'll be extra with the hairbrush for you tonight!" Snape retorted, a fake stern look on his face.

Tatyana giggled. "Alright, you talked me into it! Naughty little patient it is, Professor Doctor Sir." She finished dressing and headed for the door.

"Did you want me to heal your arse before you go?" Severus asked.

Tatyana shook her head. "This way, I'll think of you all day-every time I sit down." She blew him a kiss and left the room, heading for her classroom. She arrived barely two minutes before her students and fought the urge to wince as she sat at her desk. She smiled to herself in spite of the stinging; she couldn't wait until tonight!


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