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She fastened the handcuffs securely around his wrists.

Her leather boots clicked hard of the stone floors.

"Have you been a good boy, Severus?" she asked him, running her riding crop across his bare shoulders.

"Yes." His answer was immediate.

She brought her crop down hard across his shoulders. Snape felt the familiar sting. "Yes what?"

"Yes, Mistress Granger"

"Good. On your knees" She watched him kneel before her. "Answer me something? How is it that a strong, evil, vile, and down mean man to anyone who crosses his path, here, on his knees, in front of me?"

She slapped him again with her crop across his back. An angry, red welt began to form.

"I love the feel of leather" Severus spoke, looking up at her coffee colored eyes. "And I found out about your dirty little secret."

She smiled down at him.