Title: Count for me
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: ~2000
Pairing: Snarry
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: spanking, teacher-student relationship, borderline chan (Harry is 17)
Prompt: A continuation, with permission, of jadzia7667's comment porn that was a response to lothy's spanking challenge
Disclaimer: Not mine.


Severus scowled, his arms crossed over his chest, using his height and his high-collared robe to appear distant and unassailable. He wanted to kiss the Potter brat until his impudent smile disappeared, but he refused to sacrifice the last shreds of his dignity. Potter would have his retaliation against Severus, would go off to laugh with his friends about disciplining his old professor – there was no need to add to the humiliation. Potter's green eyes shone with mischief and Severus took a step backwards.

"Do you know how many Gryffindors are entitled to spend ten minutes with you, Professor?"

Severus shook his head, keeping his arms crossed in front of his chest. He wouldn't give Potter the satisfaction of seeing him react.

"What would it do to your reputation, Professor, if everyone knew that you'd been spanked by ten Gryffindors?"

Chaotic classes, whispering and pointing in the corridors and Great Hall, impudence and disrespect from the cheeky brats – it didn't bear thinking about. Severus tried to suppress a shudder and failed.

Potter stepped closer and began to unbutton his collar. "Of course, it could be avoided."

Severus felt Potter's warm breath against his skin, felt the tips of Potter's fingers brush against his collarbone. "How?" he asked when it was clear that Potter was waiting for a reply.

"By letting everyone know that you've been spanked by one Gryffindor – one possessive Gryffindor who doesn't share." Potter leaned into Severus, pressing one thigh between Severus's legs.

Severus closed his eyes, breathing in Potter's musky scent and relishing the feeling of the warm body pressed against him. "What makes you think that I would agree to such a proposition, Mr. Potter?"

Potter stepped away and Severus shivered at the sudden loss of warmth. He opened his eyes in time to catch the uncertain expression on Potter's face.

"Ginny Weasley … Hermione Granger … Neville Longbottom … all of them except the twins … do you want them to spank you? Or would you rather have a hundred minutes spent with me, Professor?"

"You bargain like a Slytherin, Mr. Potter." Severus uncrossed his arms and, not knowing where to put his hands, crossed his arms across his chest again.

"You want this, don't you? You want to feel my hands on you. You want me to discipline you for all of the wicked things that you've done."

"Of course not, Potter. I don't know where these ridiculous flights of fancy come from, but you're obviously suffering from a brain fever of some sort."

"Ten points from Slytherin for deceit, Professor. I can tell that you want this." Potter stepped closer again, pressed against Severus and caressed his erection through the layers of his clothing.

"You're not a Hogwarts professor yet, Mr. Potter. You can't take points."

Potter stepped away and fidgeted with the box that he'd brought to Severus's quarters, opening and searching through it. He looked up at Severus and said, "I will be, soon enough. Take your clothes off. I want to watch you undress yourself."

Severus reached for his wand to undo the rows of tiny buttons, but Potter summoned it to himself with a wandless Accio. "No magic."

Fumbling with the buttons, Severus managed at last to slip out of his robe. With an impatient gesture, Potter motioned for him to continue, and he unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them. He hadn't worn any pants underneath them, and he shivered, more due to being exposed in front of a fully clothed Potter than any chill in the dungeon air.

"Ten students, at ten minutes each, so that's a hundred minutes, Professor Snape. It's almost two hours."

"I'm so pleased that you're learning to tell time, but it would have done you greater service to learn this during your first year when making it back to Gryffindor Tower before curfew would have saved you from a considerable amount of trouble."

Potter sat down at Severus's desk, in Severus's chair. "Lie across my lap," he said. "You know, your tongue is the last weapon that you have – you can't do anything else to me – and I could gag you, but I won't. I want to hear you count as I spank you. I want to hear your voice tremble with the pain, and I want to hear you shout as you come."

Half-naked and deprived of all dignity, Severus gave Potter an icy glare before obeying his orders. Potter caressed him, running a hand down his spine and pausing just above his arse.

"Comfortable?" Potter asked.

Severus shifted, squirming in Potter's lap and brushing against his erection. "No," he said.

"Ten points for deceit, Professor Snape." Potter moved his leg, rubbing against Severus's cock.

"Potter, I most certainly …"

Potter's fingers dipped lower, running along Severus's crack. With a wandless spell, Potter conjured some lubricant and began to circle around Severus's pucker, his fingers skirting around the edges.

Severus pushed backwards, impaling himself on Potter's fingers. "Naughty, Professor, very naughty. Stay still and accept your punishment."

Severus was stretched open as Potter applied the lube, but then the fingers withdrew, leaving him empty and needy. He rubbed against Potter's lap, pressing his cock against Potter's thighs, and received a sharp slap to each buttock.

"Stay still, I said." Potter's spanks were hard and stinging, and Severus held himself in place without squirming.

He heard a clattering noise, and twisted his head to see Potter fumbling with the contents of the box again. Potter smacked him again, threatening to bind him in place if he insisted on fidgeting. Severus didn't move when he felt something colder larger than Potter's fingers inserted into his arse.

"Who would have thought? Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin," Potter said, his voice light and teasing, "with a Gryffindor red and gold butt-plug up his arse."

Potter caressed Severus's arse with gentle strokes. His hand moved lower, dropping between Severus's legs to touch his balls, and Potter muttered a spell. Severus couldn't repress a moan when the butt-plug began to vibrate.

"Do you like that, Professor?"

Severus nodded, not trusting his voice to sound smooth and calm under the circumstances. Potter's erection twitched, jabbing into Severus's ribs, and Severus leaned into it.

Potter smacked his arse, and the butt-plug vibrated with the impact. Severus bit his lip, trying not to squirm.

"You will not move," Potter said. "I won't hesitate to restrain you if you can't behave."

"Fine use of polysyllabic words, Potter, but I rather doubt that you know what 'behave' means."

"Now, last March you gave me a week of detention for no reason, Professor. Let's make it five strikes for each hour, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, Potter brought his hand down on Severus's arse. "Count for me," he said.

Severus bit his lower lip and remained silent, refusing to oblige Potter. The next blow was harder, Potter hitting him directly over the center of his crack, pushing the butt-plug further into him. The plug vibrated and Severus bit down harder on his lip, tasting the first drop of blood in his mouth. He refused to give Potter the satisfaction of seeing him submit.

"Very well, if you refuse to count for me, then there will be consequences."

Turning his head, Severus watched Potter retrieve a paddle, also red and gold, from his box of toys. With a shove, Potter forced him back into position. "You will remain still, I said."

Severus closed his eyes, clenching his muscles in anticipation of the coming blow. With a loud thwap, the paddle hit his bare skin. The pain jolted into Severus, and he flinched away from the blow.

"Three," Potter said, and paddled him again. "Four."

He set up a regular rhythm, letting Severus anticipate each stroke. The paddle was hard, his skin was stinging, and the indignity of being hit by something in Gryffindor colors was too much for Severus. "Ten," he gasped out with the next blow.

Potter stopped and, setting the paddle aside, caressed Severus's arse. His fingers were cool and soothing, and Severus arched up into his touch.

The next blow, Potter's hand smacking into his right buttock, came when Severus didn't expect it. "Eleven," he said with a gasp.

Thwap, thwap, thwap, THWAP, Potter's hand came down again and again. "Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen." Severus's breath came in short gasps. Each blow pushed him against Potter's lap and stimulated his cock, trapped and rubbing against Potter's thighs.

Pausing, Potter stroked patterns along Severus's spine, across the top of his buttocks, and dipped down to tease at the butt-plug, enchanting it to vibrate again. "On Thursday you made me skin ten kilos of frogs and kept me in detention for an extra hour. You kept ranting about how my carelessness was going to get someone killed one of these days, when you knew that my potion had exploded only because Malfoy tossed an extra handful of ground moonstone into it."

"It was careless of you to provoke Mr. Malfoy."

"You've always let him get away with anything in class, without any fear of retaliation. He ruins all of my potions, and you award him points." Potter caressed his arse with the smooth wooden paddle, and then brought it down with a loud smack.

Severus counted off the next five blows, each one prompting the butt-plug to vibrate faster. His skin stung, and the twist of pain into pleasure made him forget Potter's commands and squirm in his lap, humping his leg. He needed more friction. He wanted to feel Potter's cock rub against his.

"You like that, do you?" Potter hit him again and again, without leaving enough time between the blows for Severus to count them. Thwap, thwap, thwap.

"Please," Severus said, and Potter paused. "I – I want to feel your hand on me."

Potter dropped the paddle onto the desk with a loud clatter and spanked Severus with his bare hand. Each smack was followed by a caress, Potter soothing his inflamed arse or teasing him with the butt-plug. Thwap, thwap, THWAP, and the last hard stroke pushed Severus over the edge into orgasm, his come spurting onto Potter's thighs.

Pulling Severus up at an awkward angle, Potter mashed their lips together in an awkward kiss. Half-naked and sated, Severus allowed him the intimacy for a moment before pulling away to sneer at him. "There's no need to take such liberties, Mr. Potter."

"Very well, Professor," Potter said. He removed the butt-plug and cast a cleaning spell, followed with a wandless healing spell. He pushed Severus down onto his lap again. "The week before that, you took ten points from Gryffindor because I was laughing during dinner. One smack for each point, I think."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, don't be ridiculous." Severus twisted to look up at the closed, hard expression on Potter's face. He brought a hand up to trace Potter's lips, stroking Potter's erection with his other hand.

Severus unbuttoned Potter's trousers and slipped his hand inside them. Swirling his thumb around the head of Potter's cock, Severus brought him to orgasm with only a few strokes. Potter came, silent except for a gasp, his warm seed spilling onto Severus's fingers.

"There's no need to punish me for all of my transgressions against you in a single day, Potter." Rising from his undignified position, Severus buttoned up his trousers and his robe. He stared at Potter, waiting for him to admit that it had been a good joke, waiting for him to laugh, to run off to his friends.

Potter buttoned his trousers and stood. "I haven't given you permission to dress yourself, Snape. Strip and bend across the desk."

Severus crossed his arms across his chest. "You've had more than your ten minutes, Mr. Potter. Be so good as to promptly remove yourself from my chambers."

"You can't get out of our bargain as easily as that. There's over an hour left still."

With a wave of Potter's hand, Severus's clothes disappeared, leaving him naked and wandless in front of a fully clothed, angry Potter. Severus swallowed, his cock twitching, and bent over the desk as directed. With a thwap, Potter struck his arse. "Count for me," he said, and Severus complied.