Title: Sticks and Stones
Author: Eggbert
Rating: NC17. This contains slash and BDSM. (with tongue firmly in cheek, honest!!)You have been warned.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, they're JKR's.And they still won't behave.
Summary: Totally PWP. And leather pants.
A/N: This is entirely the fault of my beta-reader who wasn't going to be happy until Severus got up to naughties with *someone* in a French maid's uniform. And wasn't Lockhart the perfect choice? It's not meant to be taken seriously, honest. And the explanation for the title comes at the end.
Dedication: To Rowena for a phenomenal beta, and for the regular supplies of plot bunnies.

The note arrived at breakfast time via one of the school owls. I recognised the eccentric handwriting at once and opened it with trembling fingers.

Same time, same place, tonight. Don't wear anything complicated. SS

I spent the day in a state of anticipation. He knows me so very well, knows what I crave and is more than happy to oblige.

I move purposely down to the Potions classroom, wondering what he has in store for me tonight. The abused skin of my wrists still chafes after the adventure with the handcuffs and the whipped cream. I'm aroused already, just from thinking about it.

He is seated behind his desk as I enter the room and he surveys me with his cold black eyes.

"You're late, Gilderoy," he says. "Lock the door."

I do as I am told and turn to find him standing behind me swathed in a long black travelling cloak.

"Take your clothes off," he says in a disinterested way. I'm not fooled, I can see the frantic pulse beating in his throat, but I give no sign. It's all part of the game. I strip off my robes and stand naked before him. One long-fingered hand strokes my aching cock from root to tip and I can't help the moan of longing that escapes me. Penalty. I'm not supposed to show how much I want him to touch me.

His wand is out and he mutters an incantation. I'm dressed again in, no he must be kidding, a short black silk dress, white apron and white frilly cap. I teeter unsteadily on high heels as he slowly strips off his cloak.

He is bare-chested and wearing, oh god, leather pants that cling to his lean hips like a second skin and leaves nothing to the imagination. In his left hand is a bullwhip and he lightly taps the side of his leg with it. I have no doubt that he'll use it and I quiver with anticipation. He likes to hurt me. And I like to be hurt. It releases something within me, something crass and primal.

"This floor is filthy," he says. "Get down on your hands and knees and scrub it, Gilderoy."

"Severus..." CRACK. I feel the sting of the lash as it curls round my naked buttocks and I bite back a moan. This is more like it.

"Don't answer me back" he hisses and I feel the sting of the whip again. "Do as you're told."

I have to do as he says. It's all part of the game. I pick up the scrubbing brush and get to work. As I scrub he stands over me, his finely muscled chest gleaming with sweat, the biceps in his arm rippling as he whips me again for not going fast enough. He is very aroused and I grin where he can't see me. It won't be long before he fucks me. He caresses the crack of my buttocks with the handle of the whip.

"You love this, don't you?" he whispers. I whimper in reply. I'm past intelligible conversation.

"Enough!" he finally cries, pulling me to my feet. His voice is rough with desire and I know he is close to losing it. His strong hands rip the flimsy silk from my body and force me over the desk. I hear the sound of his zipper being unfastened and suddenly he's there, no preparation, no consideration, just his hot hard flesh thrusting deep inside me, his feral breath ghosting over my skin. This is what I need, what I crave. It makes me feel complete. With a strangled cry he comes hard and fast and I follow him in great gushing spurts.

Abruptly he withdraws from me and turns away, refastening his pants as he goes. Wordlessly I get dressed and leave.

My backside is a stinging net of pain; it'll be days before I can sit down without wincing. Just in time for the next round in our beautiful game.


"Sticks and stones may break my bones/But whips and chains excite me. "
Very old T-shirt saying.^_^