Prefect Punishment (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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Themes: Dom/Sub, Punishment, Rough Sex

Summary: In an AU, Prefect Harry is tasked with the unenviable job of catching naughty students past curfew. Little do people know that he quite enjoys this late night shift as it seems that not only do the female students seem to want to get caught by the strong and handsome Prefect, but also pent up, horny professors need to get taken care of as well. 

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“A-Ah! Eight! N-Nine! T-Ten!”

Bent over a pillar, the blonde witch finishes counting out her spankings, even as she hoists up her robes and skirts to reveal her panty-clad bottom for punishment. As soon as she says ‘ten’, Harry James Potter pulls back his palm, smiling slightly as she looks over her shoulder at him expectantly.

“… That will be all, Lavender.”

Blinking owlishly, the cute blonde witch slowly lowers her skirt and robes down over her lower half, though not before Harry notes the wet spot formed in her panties and the way her legs were trembling with anticipation. Turning to face him, the Gryffindor Witch has a mighty pout on her face.

“Are… are you sure, Prefect Potter? I’ve been a very naughty wench, getting caught sneaking around so late past curfew. Just ten smacks doesn’t seem like very much…”

Her leading tone makes it obvious what Lavender is hoping to get from him. It’s the same thing every female student he catches out past curfew wants from him these days. Tall, broad-shouldered, and just as large and in charge as his father, Head Auror James Potter, and his godfather, Lord Sirius Black, Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in all of Hogwarts. Girls have been pining after him for years now, but after he was made Prefect… well, things certainly ramped up, didn’t they?

He’d been a little annoyed at being assigned so many late night patrols at first, but over time he’d come to learn to view it as more of a blessing than a curse.

That said, while he’d normally be inclined to take Lavender up on her offer, Harry has bigger fish to fry tonight. So he just smiles and shakes his head at the blonde.

“No, I think we’re done. You’re going to head right back to your dorm now, or else I’ll have to give you detention…”

He trails off just long enough to watch Lavender’s eyes light up in excitement, before crushing her hopes right then and there.

“… with Filch.”

Lavender blanches at the thought of being assigned a detention with the Hogwarts Caretaker. Her ardor also cools significantly. Nothing like imagining Argus Filch’s face to calm down a young witch’s raging libido, that’s for sure.

“U-Understood, Prefect Potter! I’ll head straight back to the tower! T-Thank you for being so lenient with me. Good night!”

Harry watches Lavender race off in amusement, before sighing and shaking his head as he reaches down to adjust himself. Thankfully, Hogwarts Robes are pretty good at hiding uncomfortable truths. Unfortunately, his cock is still training against his pants somewhat painfully. Lavender was a cutie… and one he might regret letting leave with so little ‘punishment’. The next few minutes would tell one way or another.

Once Lavender is properly out of sight, Harry turns and regards a nearby corridor.

“Professor Evans. Enjoying the show?”

There’s a momentary pause… before the Charms Professor steps out from her hiding place, cancelling the incredibly well done disillusionment charm she had up on herself. Beautiful red locks and bright green eyes are Professor Lily Evans’ defining features, but she also has a rather large chest and a wide pair of hips to go along with a sizable derriere.

Put simply, she’s a total bombshell, one of the hottest teachers in Hogwarts. She’s also looking at him a little flabbergasted, but also amused.

“I must confess, I never quite understand how you manage to see me coming, Mister Potter.”

Harry just smiles mysteriously at that. He’s certainly not going to tell her that his glasses are charmed with an advanced, upgraded version of the Marauder’s Map, after all. No, Professor Evans definitely doesn’t need to know about that.

“Trade Secret, Professor. Now, what can I do for you?”

Pouting slightly, the beautiful muggleborn witch bats her eyelashes.

“What can you do for me? Shouldn’t you be taking me to task like you did poor Ms. Brown? After all, you have a responsibility as a Prefect on Patrol, Mister Potter.”

Snorting in amusement, Harry shrugs his broad shoulders.

“You’re right about that, Professor. But the curfew, last I checked, only applies to students. Ms. Brown was very naughty, being out at this time of night. However, you’re a Professor. Which means you’re perfectly allowed to walk around the halls at any hour of the evening without worry.”

This was a song and dance he and Professor Evans had engaged in before. Harry was used to the female students of Hogwarts provoking him into punishing them so they could get some time with him. But having a Professor do it? That was new. Lily Evans approaching him… was new. However, just like last time, he wasn’t going to ‘punish’ her when she wasn’t actually breaking any rules. She was a Professor, the others were students. Full stop.

“… And what if I am being naughty, Prefect Potter? What if I’m being VERY inappropriate right now?”

Harry raises an eyebrow at her at that, wordlessly gesturing for her to elaborate. Lily does so, but not with further words. Instead… instead the drop-dead gorgeous red head pulls open her robes. Harry’s eyes slide down across the Charms Professor’s naked, voluptuous body for a moment without fully registering that she’s flashing him. Then, it all catches up to him and he chokes a little on his spit as he realizes that Professor Evans isn’t wearing ANYTHING under her robes.

She’s really pulling out the big guns here, isn’t she? Harry hesitates for only a moment before surging forward and grabbing Lily by the arm.

“You’re right, Professor. You ARE being naughty. Come with me.”

Lily squeaks but doesn’t fight him as he drags her through the halls. Fortunately, with his glasses Harry is always aware of where everyone is in Hogwarts. Avoiding running into anyone is easy enough, and soon he and Lily arrive at an empty classroom, which he pulls the Charms Professor into before spelling the door shut behind him.

“Oh my. It seems we’re all alone now, Prefect Potter~”

“Silence. Hands on the front of the desk.”

Lily mimes zipping her lips shut and throwing away the key before doing as she’s told and moving over to the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. She plants her hands on it and leans forward, thrusting out her ass at the same time. Coming up behind her, Harry grabs hold of her robes and proceeds to yank them off her body roughly, exposing her naked flesh and revealing her curvaceous, matured body.

… He’s never been with a Professor, admittedly. Some older girls? Definitely. In fact, he’d fucked the Head Girl last year during his first year as Prefect quite a few times. But a Professor? Lily is the first to make a move like this. To… provoke a reaction from him.

As she puts her hands back down on the desk once he’s pulled off her robes, the Charms Professor gives him a wicked sort of grin and wiggles her ass at him.

“Going to spank me, Prefect Potter? Going to-!”

SMACK!

“Eep!”

Harry growls as he turns his initial slap of her fat ass into a grope, squeezing and mauling her big bubble butt in his hand.

“I did not give you permission to speak, did I?”

Lily whimpers… which of course prompts another spanking.

SMACK!

“I said, did I?”

“N-No sir!”

The tremble in her voice is followed by a lusty moan as she thrusts her ass further into his hand, as if begging him to spank her further. Harry just grins. Heh… she really is just like all the others. Alright then. He knows how to treat a bitch begging for punishment, after all.

“Twenty spankings for flashing a student, Professor. Count them out for me, or we’ll be starting over. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Prefect Potter…”

SMACK!

“A-Ah! One!”

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

“Threeee!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

To her credit, she keeps a fine count. Better than most of the girls that Harry punishes with his palm on their asses. And she doesn’t even have panties between his palm and her bare behind. Regardless, Harry doesn’t let up. He goes all the way to twenty, with Lily counting all the way. Until finally they’re done and her ass on both sides is bright red from how he’d alternated his smacks.

Panting noisily, Professor Evans is leaking by this point, something Harry can’t help but noticing from the steady dripping of her pussy juices onto the floor between her legs. Snorting derisively, Harry reaches out and cups her cunt from behind, feeling just how wet she is. In response, Lily gasps and moans as he fondles her so brazenly.

“P-Prefect Potter… you…”

Slipping two fingers inside of her, Harry grunts.

“I what? Enough games, Professor Evans. Give it to me straight. What do you want from me, precisely?”

There’s a pause… before Lily finally slumps forward, pressing her face into the teacher’s desk and lifting her hips higher. She arches her back so much that she goes up onto her tip toes as she presents herself to him. At the same time, with her cheeks on the surface of the desk, she looks back at him with one bright green eye.

“Please fuck me, Prefect Potter. Please use my hot Professor cunt however much you like. Punish me with your big, hard cock.”

Well, he had asked her what she wanted from him precisely, he supposed. Snorting derisively, Harry nevertheless frees his cock from its confines, making Lily coo as she catches a glimpse of it before he moves into position behind her. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen his dick. The first time he’d caught her spying on him with another witch, he’d been fucking the female student hard and fast in a shadowed alcove.

At first, he’d thought Lily was going to march them both to the Headmistress and have him stripped of his Prefect Status. But instead, she’d just watched them. And when he’d confronted her about it after sending the witch on her way, Lily had tried to the whole ‘curfew’ thing for the first time. But he’d been too weirded out, so he’d told her she didn’t HAVE a curfew.

Well, clearly she’d taken that to heart, because she’d gone all out this time. Harry had no problem fucking her hot, dripping cunt now. Grabbing her by the hips, the Prefect pounds into his Charms Professor from behind, groaning as she lets out a particularly loud wanton moan. Up on her tip toes like she is, Lily is perfectly positioned to take the tall wizard’s cock from behind. Meanwhile, Harry is more than a little pent up at this point.

After all, normally he wouldn’t have let Lavender go with just ten smacks. He would have had her get him off with her mouth at the very least. The blonde Gryffindor was a consummate cock sucker after all, and had a bit of an oral fixation. When she wasn’t gossiping and rumor mongering with Parvati, Lavender LOVED having her lips wrapped around his dick.

But no, Harry had sent her away because he’d registered Professor Evans’ presence and decided to find out what her plan was this time. And he had to admit… he had no regrets. As his cock barrels in and out of the gorgeous, mature witch’s cunt, Lily Evans cries out and claws the desk beneath her. She moans and shudders, quivering under the onslaught he’s unleashing upon her.

Her pussy walls flex and grip down on his cock with all their might, but ultimately to no avail. Not only is he too strong for her to hold him in place, but she’s also much too wet for that sort of thing. Indeed, while she’s certainly tight, wrapped around his shaft as she is, she’s also insanely slick, making it super easy for Harry to piston in and out of Lily’s cunt faster and faster.

The desk rocks under them both as he rails her into it, and Lily squeals and shrieks at the top of her lungs right up until Harry finally reaches out and silences her with a hand over her mouth. Of course, the slutty, horny Professor doesn’t take that lying down, her lips opening up and her tongue drooling all over his palm.

If she thought that was going to make him pull his hand away though, she has another thing coming. Harry has dealt with enough naughty minxes in his day to have developed a strategy when one of them gets uppity with him. Namely, he slides his hand back across her mouth and then fish hooks Lily, his fingers pulling on the side of her mouth. It means he’s not quieting her down ALL the way, but she’s still not able to fully articulate herself like that, left gurgling and groaning as he fucks her hard and fast and forces her spine to bend under his hold.

Finally, Harry feels himself getting close… and decides he knows exactly how he wants to end things with the slutty witch. If Professor Evans wanted to be a naughty little bitch, then he’ll treat her like one. Pulling out of her cunt at the last second, Harry uses his fingers in her mouth to drag her off of the desk and spin her around. He forces her down to her knees just in time for her to go cross-eyed staring at his cock… moments before it explodes all over her.

Letting out a groan, Harry proceeds to cum and cum. He has to admit, it’s one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, his ejaculation covering Professor Evans’ face and tits. He coats her in white, hot seed from her hair all the way down to her belly button in fact, making sure to paint her with his load.

When he’s finally done, Harry grins down at the cum-coated Professor.

“You can put back on your robes, but you’re not allowed to clean that off until after you get back to your quarters, Professor. Is that understood?”

Blushing from under her creamy white facial, Lily nods her head.

“Yes Prefect Potter. I understand. I’m sorry for being such a naughty witch. I’m afraid I might not have learned my lesson either. I might… misbehave more often going forward, even.”

Harry just snorts and tucks his cock back into his pants as he fixes up his robes. Shaking his head, he doesn’t dignify Lily’s challenging words with an answer. Is he surprised that she’s all but promising they’ll have more run ins together? No, not really. And besides, much like every other woman he has wrapped around his finger, Lily doesn’t know that HE’S the one that decides when they meet up, not her. With the upgraded version of the Marauder’s Map inlaid on his glasses, Prefect Potter doesn’t just choose his patrol routes… he chooses who he runs into each night.

He's sure he’ll run into Professor Evans again sooner rather than later… but at the same time, there are plenty of witches roaming the halls at night, hoping to get ‘caught’ by Prefect Harry Potter. Lily will just have to wait her turn.