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An extract from a parody "Hairy Peter and The Gallstone" - set in the University of Fessewarts for Witches and Wizards.
Apart from Chancellor Fumblebum and the University caretaker Perfidious Flinch, Professor Scrape was the only other male member of staff at Fessewarts. It was not that there was any particular rule the majority of the Professors and support staff should be female, it was simply that the traditional values of the wizarding community dictated that the position of the female was unquestionably on top in sexual matters, and not purely in a physical sense. Professor Scrape, however, was an exception. It was no secret that he disapproved of the dominant position taken by most females, even though he went out of his way to make sure he did nothing that was contrary to the generally accepted social order. The chambers where he gave his lectures were in the deepest part of Fessewarts, considerably below ground level and adjacent to the old and now disused dungeons. The dark and damp of his rooms added to the darkness and menace of his subject, and fitted well with his appearance and character.
To Peter's surprise, when he took his seat at the back of Professor Scrape's chamber, there was no sign of Herniame although she had been far ahead of him earlier. Professor Scrape had just started his lecture when she burst in looking as though she had just sprinted all the way around the University.
"Miss...?" inquired Professor Scrape. "Let me see. It must be Miss Grimwade. Take a seat, Miss Grimwade. For the moment. We'll see what we can find for you later; something to remind you that I do not appreciate students coming in late for my lectures."
"Yes, professor," said Herniame breathlessly, finding a seat at the back of the chamber near to where Peter was sitting. "It's Grimwaite, professor, not Grinwade."
Professor Scrape raised his eyebrows. "You don't seem very concerned, Miss Grimwaite? And you choose to correct me in my own lecture. You do remember this lecture is about sadism? Perhaps you enjoy a little pain?"
The professor picked up a long whip and cracked it over the heads of the students. Several of them flinched. He laughed.
"Sadism," said Professor Scrape, "Is the greatest of all arts. In my lectures you can forget anything you have been told elsewhere and concentrate on what I tell you. There are countless ways to inflict pain, and nothing so beautiful as pain inflicted by someone with the strength of body and mind to use it to its full. Few women have the control to wield such power or the strength of mind to focus on its beauty. Few women even come close to understanding it. Mere physical gratification is nothing, and many are those who succumb to its simple pleasures. Sadism will have none of it. Sadism is far beyond such mortal trivia, and a wizard who masters it will be a master indeed."
He cracked the whip again, and in the half-light of the chamber, illuminated only by candles behind and to the side of him, his eyes seemed to glow red.
"Can anyone tell me," he asked, "Why this university calls my lectures "Safe Sadism"?"
Herniame's hand went up and once. There was no movement from the rest of the students.
"Anyone?" asked Professor Scrape again. "Someone must have some idea? Would anyone like to make a guess?"
Still Herniame's hand was the only one in the air, waving from side to side slightly to attract the professor's attention. Finally his eyes fell on her.
"Miss Grimwaite. When you have finished waving at all your friends, perhaps you would like to give us your opinion."
Herniame stood up.
"You may remain seated," said the professor. "As all your little friends have ignored you waving at them I'm quite sure they have no desire to look at you as well. Commence."
Herniame sat down, slightly red with annoyance. "Safe Sadism," she said, quoting exactly from Fessewart's prospectus, "Teaches pain as an artform, concentrating on the sensual and encouraging the students to know the safe limits and to keep on the right side of them."
"A parrot could have learned that," snapped Professor Scrape. "Now tell me what it means."
There was silence.
"It means," said Professor Scrape, "That the writers of Fessewarts' prospectus had no idea what they were writing about. By 'sensual', they meant 'sexual'. There is nothing sexual in what you will learn here. I think we shall start with a demonstration. Miss Grimwade, out here now. You can have the honour to experience it first."
With an angry toss of her head, Herniame left her seat and walked towards the professor.
"Far enough," he snapped. "Remove your clothes. All of them."
"You said it wasn't sexual," pointed out Herniame.
"As I also said," replied Professor Scrape, "Few females come close to understanding it. I said remove your clothes. I don't take kindly to being disobeyed."
With her eyes fixed furiously on the professor, Herniame did as she was told. Her robes dropped into a neat pile on the floor of the chamber at her feet.
"That," said Professor Scrape with an air of distaste, "Is a female body. In this chamber, it is not sexual and it is not sensual. It most certainly is not beautiful. It is an object. It is an object on which to create our art. Regard it as a canvas where, if we can perfect our skill, the most beautiful works will be written and then even this unpleasant body will be a thing of beauty."
He raised the whip. Nearly all the students thought he was going to thrash Herniame violently there and then, but instead with a series of cracks of the lash directed towards the ceiling and floor of the chamber he summoned snakelike cords that wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles.
Herniame gave a little scream as they tightened on her and turned her to face the students. Her legs were pulled wide apart, to the point where she would have fallen if her arms were not similarly bound and held wide apart above her. She stood, furious and helpless, in a star shape in front of them all.
Malcum applauded.
"Shut up, Plokkoy," said Professor Scrape wearily. "I expect better from members of my own House. Have you heard nothing I have said? All you see before you is a blank canvas. Our work has yet to begin."
"That's quite some blank canvas," muttered Don under his breath.
Herniame heard him. Her eyes met his and held them, but her face was expressionless. It was Don who finally looked away.
Professor Scrape also heard him. He walked up to Herniame, his eyes on Don.
"Some of you will take time to learn," he said. "This is nothing. This is less than nothing, and the sooner you understand that the sooner you will stand some chance of graduating on this course. Sadism has nothing to do with sex, and it has nothing to do with gender. There are some minor variations, of course, between the male and the female body, and you can use those variations to enhance your art. Let us start with something simple: the whip."
He stepped away from Herniame and held out the long whip as though expecting the students to inspect it. No one moved.
"A whip is a symbol of our art," he said. "It can caress, or it can cut. It can tease, or it can torment. Watch."
Professor Scrape drew back the whip. The lash snaked through the air, curling as it went. It hit Herniame on her back with considerable force. She screamed. Several of the students stood up in protest. Malcum smiled.
"Pain," said the professor calmly, "And the infliction of pain on the body, is what we shall study. Watch again."
Once more he drew back the whip and sent the lash flying towards Herniame. This time it caught her on the inside of her thigh, wrapping itself around her leg. He pulled it back, tugging Herniame's leg painfully and pulling her hard against the cords that held her in position. The lash unwound slowly, leaving behind a wide red welt.
Over and over again Professor Scrape sent the lash of the whip flying at Herniame, hitting a different part of her body each time. Now many of the students were on their feet, protesting that this treatment of Herniame was far too extreme. For some reason that was a mystery to Peter, after Herniame's scream when the first blow from the whip struck her she made no further protest and, in fact, no noise at all. She stared straight ahead at the other students, her eyes fixed on some nonexistent spot in the distance.
Finally, Professor Scrape put down the whip.
"I hope you have all learned something," he said coldly.
Without another word, he turned and walked from the chamber. The candles lighting the room started to go out one at a time.
Don and Peter rushed forward to free Herniame from the restraints that held her naked and outstretched in front of them. To their surprise she freed herself as they approached by no more than shaking her wrists and ankles.
"Get off," she snapped as they tried to help her. "I'm fine."
She dressed rapidly and walked steadily to the door and away down the passage outside, pushing her way through those students who had not already left.
There was no sign of her at dinner that evening, or in the Grindonner Common Room afterwards.
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