Ron wanted to get back at Malfoy badly, and begged Harry to teach him a strong spell. Harry scoured the textbooks until he found the spell he was looking for. Ron would really be able to give it to Malfoy and the blond brat wouldn't be able to stop him, if their plan worked.
He needed an old military insignia and Ron found one at a second-hand shop in town on the weekend. Then he put the enchantment on the shiny pin and wore it conspicuously on his lapel at breakfast, making sure Malfoy saw it. Harry had warned Ron not to go overboard, or payback would be nasty. But Ron could only see the power of having Malfoy at his mercy in front of all the other boys.
"Hey whats that?" Malfoy demanded when he saw Ron wearing the pin in the breakfast line.
"Old war medal," Ron replied, as he helped himself to hot sausages. "Got it at a shop."
"Well hand it over," Malfoy sneered, "unless you want one of those sausages shoved up your bum."
This brought roaring laughter from the dozens of boys who overheard it, and Ron looked glum as he handed Malfoy the pin. Malfoy laughed and stuck it onto his label. Ron looked at Harry who nodded with a grin.
"There's one thing about the pin I should tell you," Ron said in a loud voice as he picked up a heavy wooden stirring paddle from the kitchen utensil rack. It was a thick oaken paddle two feet long with a wide flat end that was a solid inch thick.
"Whadya think your gonna do with that?" Malfoy stood with crossed arms.
"Use it on your smart-ass bum," Ron grinned.
"Why you...." Ron started towards the slim redhead.
"ATTENTION!!!" Ron barked, and Malfoy... to his amazement and to everyone else's... snapped straight to attention, standing stiffly straight with arms at his sides.
"I can't move my arms!" Malfoy cried out, looking straight ahead.
Ron moved behind him with the paddle, getting into a batting stance just off to the side.
"I can't move my legs!" Malfoy squeaked. He couldn't even move his head, but his eyes swung to the side in wide horror as he saw Ron taking some practice swings.
"It only lasts 30 seconds," Ron said, "But that should be good for a few swats."
The thick paddle swung through the air and nailed the narcissistic boy square across the buns with a tremendous blast.
"POOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Everyone saw Malfoy's stiff frame shudder with the sudden impact to his rearend.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWW" Malfoy hollered.
The paddle was swung through the air again with full force as Ron stood in classic batting stance and delivered the blow to the boy's buns with both hands swinging the paddle.
"POOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!"
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MAAAAAAAAAAN NOOOOOOOOOO!"
"POOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
"YYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Ron got in four more strokes before the 30 seconds wore off and Malfoy staggered forward. The first thing the yowling youth did was instinctivly grip his burning buns and start hopping about like a kangaroo, still yammering from the pain of the pounding.
"Why you little runt," Malfoy growled once he caught his breath. "I'll have you..."
"ATTENTION!!!"
Again, Malfoy snapped into a frozen stance, straight up with arms at his side.
"I wouldn't get me too riled up if I were you," Ron warned.
The redhead really laid in a solid ten spanks to the seething sprite's cheeks in the next 30 seconds. And when the spell was done, Ron barked the order again before Malfoy could reach to snatch off the pin. Of course, Ron could not keep going himself forever... but he was going to make this last as long as possible.
Dozens of boys started shouting directions and suggestions while Harry grinned wildly. But Ron had it figured out exactly what he wanted to do. Malfoy's mounds received three more rounds of ten terrific swats before Ron's next move.
Harry was in on the game, and he stood ready with what Ron had already suggested before they played the trick on Malfoy.
"ATTENTION!!!" Ron barked and Malfoy's eyes widened even more when he saw Harry had Ron a steaming bowl filled with hot porridge. Ron took one hand and gripped the front of Malfoy's pants and underwear and pulled them both forward. He peeked down to see a dinky hardon and a pair of bare balls nestled in white cotton briefs.
"Hmmmm, not much down there, eh?" Ron said loudly.
Everyone laughed while Malfoy begged for the boy to not do what he thought he was going to do. But Ron gave a mean grin and dumped the hot porridge down the front of the dandy lad's undies. Malfoy's face turned beet red and his mouth opened... but instead of a holler, all he could do was give out fast, loud gasps. Finally, after the seconds ticked on and the full heat of the hot lap overtook him, Malfoy let out a shout that shook the rafters. Ron smiled with his success.
When the 30 seconds ran out, Malfoy instinctively grabbed his own waistband, yanked down his pants and fruit-of-the-looms, and whacked at his own privates to brush off the burning mush. Finally as the pain subsided and the hoots and hollers of the crowd increased, he thought to make a grab at the pin. But Ron was too fast for him.
"ATTENTION!!!"
And now Ron had to show how small his dinky toy really was to the entire group of boys as it glowed as bright red as his smoldering backside. And this time Ron moved in front of the blond bully.
"Oh please," Malfoy begged. "I can't take any more."
"Well, you didn't seem inclined to give me any breaks when I was getting it last week," Ron said. "In fact, I think my radishes got quite a workout."
"Oh no," Malfoy's face screwed up as he tried desparately to move in any direction. But his nuts were positioned perfectly right in front of Ron.
Ron's knee took a few practice pumps before it pounded hard into the pipsqueak's peanuts.
Malfoy gave a grunt and his eyes closed tight. He looked as if he was holding his breathe and just begging to be released from his frozen stance. For a full ten seconds, he gave a long moan, and then the spell wore off and the dude dropped to the floor gripping his grapenuts with both hands.
"ATTENTION!!!!"
Against his will, Malfoy stood up straight again with both hands at his sides. This time, Ron made a fist and delivered a roundhouse swing that swatted the swaggering stud's sugarplums with a solid smack.
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Malfoy groaned and waited in agony for the 30 seconds to end so his body could involuntarily double over.
"ATTENTION!!!"
"Oh no, please, no.... ohhhhhhhhhh," Malfoy begged.
Ron took a step back, gave a full-legged swing of his leg, and nailed the naughty nipper's nuggets hard with the front of his nike sneaker.
"AAAUUUURRRRRGHHHHHHH" Malfoy gave a long groan as his eyes crossed and his knees looked as if they were trying to cross against the force of the spell. As Malfoy found himself on the ground again, he heard Ron's triumphant voice declare:
"ATTENTION!!!"
Malfoy couldn't even get a word of begging in before Ron unleased a barrage of knee jerks that pounded like a piledriver into Malfoy's marbles with unceasing strokes until the full 30 seconds were up.
Now the bigger blond boy was curled up on the floor, unable to do anything but grip his knees and groan in agony. Harry came up carrying the platter of steaming hot sausages. Malfoy was in such pain, Ron saw he did not even need to use the spell.
"I think you threatened to do something like this," Ron said dipping his fingers of one hand and the hot sausage held in the other hand in the sputtering grease.
Harry rolled the curled-up _c_o_c_k_y kid on his back so that the boy's bottom was in full view of the crowd. Ron stuck one greasy finger in the boy's bunghole, then two, then three, and finally four, spreading them so that the breach widened enough for the sizzling package that was about to enter Malfoy's entryway. Malfoy had all the fight pounded out of him so he could only groan louder as his rear ring was painfully pulled into a wide O. And Ron rammed the red-hot weiner all the way into the runt's rear and let the trapdoor shut tight afterwards.
Suddenly, Malfoy's body sprung to life. The boy lept up and started frantically pulling at his cheeks in a desparate attempt to release the burning torpedo that had just shot up his butt. But Ron had other ideas.
"ATTENTION!!!"
And Malfoy could do nothing but stand at rigid attention, hollering at the top of his lungs with eyes pressed tightly shut as his rump got roasted with a red-hot missile up his rear.
Ron had gotten his revenge. Malfoy finally was permitted to remove the pin and Harry made sure the spell could not be reversed. Malfoy's punishment had chastised him enough that he didn't make any direct threats, but as he scurried off to cool his buns in the bath, he looked at Harry and made it clear with his stare that he held Harry responsible for enabling Ron's revenge. Harry gulped, knowing he's now have to watch out for himself as well as for his buddy.