An amazing number of people ends up on our blog searching for the terms “Snape” and “spanking” - and it’s amazing to me because, for all my love of Professor Snape, I don’t write fan fiction, and Abel has never even read “Harry Potter” (yes, you can hold it against him - I do). In order to save the good surfers from disappointment, here’s a quote from the best Snape/Hermione spanking story of all time, “A Private Lesson” by Mikki Rosie.

Hermione remained silent as he lifted the hem of the short skirt and laid it back to rest far above her hips, exposing the sensible panties underneath. Her face flushed hot as he pressed a hand to the small of her back. She involuntarily arched in response to the touch, effectively lifting her bottom. She supposed he was positioning her exactly as he pleased. Professor Snape did everything else in such a meticulous manner. Why not this?

The cool hand disappeared, and Hermione chanced a quick peek over her shoulder. Snape had stepped back from her, and was rolling up his sleeve. He glanced up at her. “Eyes ahead,” he said off-handedly, resolutely continuing with his preparations. He shook out the birch again, and the soft tick-tick-ticking of the rods against one another was as clear and piercing to her as the whistle for the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione closed her mouth and held tighter to the edge. She closed her eyes in shame. His voice lowered, and the near-whisper burned her ears. “Twelve. Count them out. And for your sake, Miss Granger, I strongly suggest that you endeavor not to miss your count, nor to move from the position in which I have placed you.”

(Mija sent me the link to this story once upon a time. And guess what, it’s her birthday today. Happy Birthday, Mija! We love you.)

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