With some trepidation, Severus knocked on the Deputy Headmistress' door.
“Come in”, came the voice of Professor McGonagall.
With a pounding heart, Severus pushed open the door and entered McGonagall's personal quarters. It was his first time here and he felt terribly shy. Indeed, it had been several months since Severus had caught himself thinking about the Transfiguration teacher, and in the most incongruous of situations. The young Potions Master had even surprised himself, surprised to think of his colleague not looking stern and dressed up in front of her desk with a class of students, but rather stripped down to her favourite emerald green and black witch's dress, without her pointy hat, and finally without anything at all, except perhaps her high, tight bun. In Severus' thoughts, McGonagall was naked and, on her desk, not in front of it. She was sitting there, looking at someone on the floor at her feet. Himself. She was looking down at Severus with all her height and severity, accentuated by her bun standing like a shadow on the man on the floor and her flaky glasses. She had applied dark red lipstick to her well-defined lips and her whole expression and posture screamed domination.
“Good evening, Severus”, she said, inviting him to sit down.
“Good evening, Minerva", he replied, trying to control his voice.
He moved to a comfortable chair, which the Deputy Headmistress pointed to with a disdainful finger and a perfectly manicured red fingernail. She looked at him sternly and Severus couldn't help but feel a twitch of excitement in the small of his back.
“Tea?”, she asked.
Before Severus could answer, she casually conjured a tray of tea with two cups in the air with a flick of her wand and a teapot poured black liquid into the cup in front of Severus. He noticed that it was his favourite tea: Earl Grey.
“Thank you, Minerva", Severus said with a shy smile.
“You're welcome", she said in her dry voice. “Well, what is it? What did you want to talk to me about?”
“Er", Severus began, coughing slightly as he had not expected such a direct question so quickly. “Well, I wanted to talk to you about .... Erm...”
“Yes?", said McGonagall impatiently.
“Well, how's, um... everything, how's everything going? I mean your classes, your students? Is it interesting?”
Severus blushed as he realised, he was babbling like a schoolboy. McGonagall raised a questioning eyebrow and gave him a sharp look.
“Severus, please tell me the real reason why you wished to see me one evening in my private quarters. Certainly not to ask if my classes are going well. There is no shame in that if you are seeking advice for your own classes. After all, you have only been in post for a year and you are a young, albeit very talented, teacher. You lack pedagogy and I imagine you wanted a sympathetic ear outside the staffroom.”
Caught off guard, Severus opened his mouth and then closed it again. McGonagall's tirade could have been insightful, after all he really did need advice, he knew he was talented, yes, but teaching and student management were not his forte. He decided to take the opportunity McGonagall offered him.
“Yes, that's exactly the point Minerva", he said in a slightly hoarse voice. “I... I feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes, especially with the uh, Gryffindors' classes. I find them mostly unruly and disruptive; I don't have a problem with the Slytherin students though.”
McGonagall looked at him sharply and Severus realised that he had just openly criticised the house of the very person whose favour he was trying to curry.
“Well, Hufflepuff's can be rowdy too...”
His voice died under the scrutinising gaze of McGonagall, whose eyebrows were now so high that Severus wondered if they would simply fly off.
“I don't believe, Severus”, she said in a tone of voice that brooked no reply, “that Gryffindors students are, as you say, unruly and disruptive. Are you implying that I am doing my role as Head of House wrong, Severus? That my students are, under my guidance, unruly and disruptive?”
The young Potions Master felt himself shuffling in his chair.
“Professor no, I... I was merely pointing out that the Gryffindors don't seem to like me very much and...”
“Perhaps, Severus, if the Gryffindors don't like you, it's because of you and your tendency to discriminate between the houses at Hogwarts. Don't you think so?”
“Discriminating against houses... I don't know what you mean Professor”, Severus stammered, blushing again.
He felt like a student being reprimanded by his old Transfiguration teacher once more.
“You have always been very clever, Severus, I mean most of the time. I'm sure you know exactly what I mean.”
Severus said nothing, he felt his heart pound and a wave of excitement surge through him and his limbs. He liked the tone she was using with him. He liked being called to order by Professor McGonagall.
“Well, are you dumb? That's not like you, Severus. You're the kind of person who's got a loose tongue, who's always got the word to say something back.”
Again, Severus opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His brain seemed to have been drained of all substance.
“You're right, perhaps I am being a little unfair", he muttered more to himself than to McGonagall.
“Sorry? I don't understand what you're saying, so speak up", she ordered him.
“I was saying", Severus repeated under his breath, "that perhaps I am being a little unfair, I'm sorry I said that about the students in your house.”
To his surprise, McGonagall rose from her chair and glared at him.
“I think, Severus, that if there is anyone here who is unruly and disruptive, it is you, not my Gryffindor students. What do you think of that?”
The young teacher blushed harder and felt his cock harden between his legs.
“Yes Minerva, you're probably right", he murmured.
“Stop calling me Minerva and stick to Professor. I will not tolerate this familiarity from you any longer. Repeat after me: I apologise for my childish behaviour and intolerance towards Gryffindors.”
Severus, shocked, repeated, still blushing:
“I apologise for my childish behaviour and intolerance towards Gryffindors.”
He lowered his head to hide his shame. His cock was getting so hard that he feared McGonagall would notice. He wasn't sure if the Transfiguration teacher was aware of what was happening.
“And what do we do with disobedient students, Severus?”
“We... we give them a punishment?", the Potions Master suggested, caught off guard.
“Exactly”.
McGonagall took several steps towards Severus.
“What is the punishment you are to receive Severus? It seems to me that there are certain rules inherent in, shall we say, disciplined and unruly conduct that you lack in judgment. You must learn them.”
“I... I don't know, Professor.”
His heart pounded against his ribs. Why had he said that? Of course, he had an idea of what he deserved, as the arrogant and unfair young Potions Master he was.
“Stand up", ordered McGonagall.
At once Severus rose from his chair and noticed the bulge in his cock under his wizard's robe, taut and ready to burst. McGonagall saw it too and got her first smile of the evening. A sadistic, satisfied smile.
“I see", she said in a sweet voice.
Severus bowed his head in submission, humiliated and betrayed by his own body.
“Undress”, she said curtly.
The Slytherin swallowed.
“So... sorry?”
“I told you to undress. Don't you understand? Do you need help with that too?”
Severus nodded no and began to remove his cloak, then very slowly unbuttoned the front of his wizard's robes, his hands sweaty. McGonagall sighed and with a wave of her wand she made all his clothes disappear. Severus found himself completely naked before her. Naked and very excited. He didn't even make the effort to try and hide his cock, he knew it would do no good.
“I'm sorry Professor", Severus stammered, "I don't know what's happened to me, I'm confused...”
McGonagall took the few extra steps between them and stood before him. She was shorter and had to lift her head to look at him. But even then, Severus felt infinitely smaller, and it was as if he was shrinking under her domineering gaze.
“Kneel, Severus.”
He obeyed and knelt before her. Oh God, she was powerful and confident compared to him! Precome was now dripping from the tip of his straining cock.
“I'm sorry", he repeated, blushing, "I...”
“Shh, shut up", she said. “I don't want to hear your excuses. You have no excuse. You need a punishment and I'll give it to you.”
“But I... yes, all right, thank you...”
He couldn't finish his sentence, because suddenly a hard lump filled his mouth, pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and he felt two leather straps clamp his jaw and close behind his head. He tried to speak but only incoherent sounds came out of his mouth.
“That should prevent you from going off the deep end. You who like to talk so much, Severus, perhaps silence will do you good. Wouldn't it?”
Severus nodded and looked McGonagall in the eye. He felt ready to come at any moment, but a voice inside him seemed to be telling him that it was definitely not the right thing to do. As if she had read his mind, McGonagall waved her wand again and Severus felt a pressure at the extremity of his cock and in his bum. He let out a small cry that was muffled by the gag in his mouth. He looked down and saw a powder pink cock ring clutching his cock. He knew his punishment was going to be terrible.
“That should prevent a few outbursts", McGonagall said, giving him her sadistic smile again.
Severus felt so humiliated, he didn't believe in his happiness…obviously. He only wished McGonagall was naked, too, but now he understood that he would never get the chance to see the Deputy Headmistress undress for him, that he didn't deserve it and that he was the only one not allowed to wear his clothes. McGonagall was too clever, too powerful to stoop to Severus's level. Unable to speak, unable to cum, Severus was totally at the mercy of the Head of the Gryffindors. She stepped around him and took a seat in the chair where Severus previously sat.
“Get up and lie on my lap, buttocks up, in my direction", she ordered.
Red as he had never been red before, Severus struggled to his feet and did as McGonagall asked. He could feel her saliva running down his chin and his cock so hard he thought he could lift anything with it. He felt almost powerful, for a split second, before his gaze fell on the pink cock ring that was gripping his cock. Then he felt very weak and completely submissive to the older woman he'd been lying on, buttocks up in the air. The Transfiguration teacher slapped him on his ass. Severus let out a groan even though he had expected it. Her grip was firm and sure. She did it again. Severus tried to control himself, but after a while he couldn't take it any longer and moaned again each time her hand touched his ass. More excited than ever, his cock aching, his buttocks burning, Severus felt tears welling up in his eyes. His saliva was dripping down his chin.
“What would your students say if they saw you now, Severus, eh? If they saw their Potions Master, always moody, cruel and arrogant, being spanked, unable to make any sense?”
Severus could only make meaningless noises as he shook his head. McGonagall shook her head and hit him one last time with all her might. Severus let out a groan louder than the rest.
“I don't understand a word you're saying, Severus.”
He was panting, still lying on the Professor's lap. As he tried to catch his breath, McGonagall said in a decisive voice.
“That's enough for today, get up.”
Severus mustered what seemed to be his last bit of strength and rose from the Gryffindors' head of house' lap. Trembling, his face wet with tears and saliva, his heart still beating much faster than it should have, his bottom bruised from the severe beating he had just received, Severus tried to stand up straight.
“Turn around", said McGonagall.
Severus complied and presented her with his bottom again. She wasn't going to hit him one more time! But he soon knew what the Transfiguration Professor was up to. He felt a hard object forcing its way into his hole. He let out a scream as he felt the object penetrate him, forcing his anus open.
“Walk in front of me", McGonagall's voice commanded behind his back.
Staggering forward, Severus took a few steps and couldn't contain another moan as he felt the plug touch his prostate several times. The plug was huge, and Severus felt as if it was spreading his ass far apart and giving him a strange gait.
“That's good, Severus", McGonagall congratulated him. “I think our first lesson is over. You can put your clothes back on.”
Flabbergasted, Severus looked the older woman in the eye and tried to say something, to make her understand that she couldn't send him back to his quarters in this state. Despite the unintelligible sounds coming from Severus, she seemed to understand what he was getting at and smiled for the third time.
“Learning discipline is not easy, Severus. That's why you understand me, you're going to put your clothes on and go home with that anal plug and cock ring under your wizarding clothes. There's no point in trying to take them off, I've put a spell on them and only I can get rid of them.”
Still in shock, Severus slowly began to put on his clothes with a trembling hand. He felt so humiliated and wanted only one thing: to cum. And that was precisely what he was not allowed to do. One of his greatest fantasies was coming true and he wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm while being restricted by a cock ring. Once he was dressed (which took an infinite amount of time, but McGonagall didn't seem to be as willing to help him as she had been when it came to getting rid of his clothes), Severus stood in front of her, still blushing, saliva dripping down his chin. She wasn't going to send him home like that? He could never walk through the castle like that without running into someone. Strangely enough, the thought of it almost made him groan with pleasure again. With a flick of her wand, McGonagall removed the mouth gag that was blocking his speech. Severus closed his mouth, his muscles aching from being left open. He wiped his face with his sleeve.
“Go to bed now", McGonagall said in a motherly tone.
“Yes, Professor, thank you, ma'am", Severus replied, bowing slightly.
He was more aware than ever of the plug holding his anus open and almost reaching his prostate every time he moved.
“Just come back when you're sure you've got some discipline down Severus. In my classes I don't usually accept the slightest disobedience of the rules, certainly not from a rambunctious little Slytherin" she said dryly.
“Yes ma'am", Severus replied.
With a wave of her wand she dismissed him and the young Potions Master made his way out, the plug jerking against his prostate, stimulating more than anything else his cock, which was hindered by the baby pink cock ring. Severus, still flushed with embarrassment and terribly aroused, mentally prayed that he would not run into anyone on his way out. He didn't know how she was going to last several days like this, subjected to this delicious torture. He knew that McGonagall would not accept him at her door the very next day.