Spanking Muggle Style
Harry Potter sat dejected in his room, which he had after eleven years of living in the downstairs cupboard, been finally given. His whole life had been magically transformed in the most literal of senses. Upon turning eleven he had met his first giant and been informed that he was a wizard. He then had spent his first year at Hogwarts School For Wizardry, met many new friends and experienced more in that short time then his life had given him unto then. The most significant of which was his saving of the Sorcerers Stone and the defeat of Valdemort, the most evil and powerful of wizards, with the exception of Albus Dumbledore.
But since returning he had heard no word from any of his new friends, nor received his list of accoutrements required for his second year. His aunt and uncle chose to pretend he was simply going off to school, and no mention of the actual circumstances was acknowledged. He couldn't understand why his two best mates, Ron and Hermione had not written to him. And now he sat there, depressed and an aching butt to add to his miseries.
Dobby, a house elf, like the ones at school who used magic to do service chores had come to him and warned him of danger if he returned to Hogwarts. And then for whatever reason had dumped a hideous desert his aunt had concocted for her husbands business dinner and Harry of course took the blame. His uncle gave him twelve stripes with a cane, and Harry who could have eased the pain with magic, felt it better to stick to the code of ethics which expressly forbid magic being performed outside of school grounds until the said student graduated. So, rubbing gently and cursing fate that had opened up his world and cruelly shut it back down, laid his head upon his pillow, a few scant tears soaking into the cotton cover.
He was awakened at midnight by a knock upon his window. He was surprised, as his uncle had put up bars to keep him from allowing his owl to carry, as his uncle phrased it, dark and disturbing messages to his freaky friends. Harry raised himself up to see the smiling face of Ron Weasley. Even in the darkness he could see two other red heads glowing in the interior of their parents flying car. Harry snatched the windows open, his heart filled with bliss and an exhilaration he hadnt felt since he left the lighthouse with Hagrid almost a year ago.
"Hey Harry," Ron cheerfully greeted. Harry was so overwhelmed he could only beam. "Come on, were getting you out of here." With this said, he secured a large hook to the bars preventing Harry's escape and George put the car into drive and with a terrible wrenching sound tore them loose from the Dursleys house. This racket of course awakened them.
"Hurry," Ron encouraged as Harry filled the boot of the car with his trunk containing all his school items. He flung the cage containing his owl as George maneuvered the enchanted automobile around to allow him to enter. As he dived in a hand grasped his ankle and his uncles voice burst into the night. Ron and Mr. Dursley wrestled for possession of Harry as his uncle bellowed for him to remain. However physics won out and Harry popped into the car as his very overweight uncle plunged to the juniper bushes below. An ecstatic group of boys flew into the dark clear night, cries of pleasure and youth bounding about the confines of the car.
It was morning by the time the quartet of Hogwarts students arrived at the Weasley home. It was quiet but for the sound of running water as a magic brush scrubbed out a frying pan. A plate of biscuits lay upon the table and the boys greedily helped themselves as the magic clock upon the wall indicated that the three youngest boys of the Weasley clan were once more returned home. As the collective began to walk towards the stairs Mrs. Weasleys head, body and quite piercing tones came around the corner.
"What exactly have you been up to? Oh, hello Harry," she added quietly, her grimace turning to the most genuine smile ever to grace a human visage. "Taking your dads car and all," she continued, her manner and facial expression once more turning to the dark side.
"But mum, they were holding him prisoner," Ron complained around a mouthful of his mums cooking. "And they were starving him," he added, hoping to arouse some pity from her. He was unaware that Harry had not helped himself to a biscuit and this was an empty argument.
"Of course I dont blame you for a second Harry," Mrs. Weasley beamed, her demeanor switching back once again with the speed of a magic spell. "Its good to see you of course." Fortunately for the Weasley boys, their mums joy at seeing Harry again, plus the many chores that kept their home running and the matter was dropped. Although, when her husband arrived, she fully informed him of his male progenies crimes. He did not score points when she revealed they took the car and his response was to ask how it handled. With a mere grimace at the man she loved and adored she went about the business of maintaining their modest home.
Things went well over the next few weeks. Summer events were shared and plans for the coming year at school discussed. Harry had only the story of Dobby to share, but chose to keep it between him and Ron. They did have one current adventure where Harry discovered that one must enunciate properly when using floo powder. There was of course the constant flow of mischief that the twins Fred and George designed and of course tested for accuracy, raising their mothers ire and threats of reprisals if they didnt stop. As it was a mere three days till all her children went back to school, she was horribly overworked and her usual patience was at a medium.
The night before they were to leave, Harry could barely sleep. Despite the events of the previous year, his dismal summer now made the prospect of seeing Hogwarts more important, in spite of the joy the time spent at Rons home had been imbedded in his heart. He came from a deep sleep, the quiet of the house loud in the early hours of the day. He willed himself back into slumber. It seemed as if a mere heartbeat had pulsed before we was again awake, although the presence of the sun implied a longer rest. But what woke him was Rons insistent shaking of his bed.
"Come on," he whispered, "you dont want to miss this." Harry crept quickly from bed, following behind Ron and his stripy pajamas.
"But mum," he heard from downstairs, the voice of Fred in earnest protest.
"Not another word from you two. I gave you every opportunity and what did you do continue in these foolish childish acts!"
"Man, Fred and George are in for it," Ron spoke, a huge grin upon his adorable face. "Watch this," he instructed as he carefully leaned around the wall. Harry balanced himself on Rons shoulders and glanced into the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley spoke a spell Harry was incognizant of, although Hermione most likely could have given a huge dissertation upon it and its origins. It seemed like a bizarre thought given the circumstances but it came nonetheless. When she was done, with a swish and flick gesture that would have done Professor Flitwick proud, the twins arose into the air, whirled around and hung there as if they were leaning over a banister. Harry contained a squeak of surprise as their pajama bottoms gently but firmly slid down their skinny legs to hang like badly hung drapes at their ankles. Harry could feel the excitement pulsing thru Ron as they continued to watch the scene unfold.
Mrs. Weasley spoke just one more word, then released her wand, which hung suspended in the air unassisted and fired a red star shaped globe of energy towards the two pale targets poised for their punishment. It split in two, striking both upturned bottoms silently. The twins however were not. They wailed with unsuppressed anguish as the magic faded but seemed to leave a small amount of color behind. It was then that Harry realized that as each new star flashed out to collide with the floating bums, the color was not due to magic but the effect. It was too surreal to see the older boys backsides redden silently but for the twin cries that came from them. They began to kick and twitch but the previous spell held them totally helpless. Rons breath came in time to each magical swat as Harry without purpose counted each one. Fifty soundless blows later, the twins floated gently to the ground and their mothers wand returned to her as she exclaimed, "Accio wand. Corner now," she instructed, her voice cutting thru the room to drown out the sobbing of her twin boys. They shuffled forward, their pajamas pooled about their feet, their butts a radiant glow in the dim confines of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley went about her normal routine as Ron and Harry nearly jumped from their skins as Ginny Weasleys high-pitched voice asked what was amiss.
The two boys controlled themselves and walked out into the open, hoping to maintain the illusion that they too had just arrived. Their mother seemed un-inclined to bother with explanations. Ginny did not stifle her giggles when her gaze fell upon two very red bottoms peeking from the corner. They all sat down as Mrs. Weasley piled food upon the plates resting on the table. Percy sidled down the stairs, still in his nightshirt, his hair that was more like his fathers in a bizarre shape that stuck upwards. He barely gave a glance at his younger brothers although his yawn disguised a brief smile. Mr. Weasley who had worked late joined them with a hearty good morning to all ensconced in the house, and saw that his wife had finally given good her threat to his loving childrens bottoms. He lightly slapped both boys on their heated butts and chuckled as they stood on their toes to escape his touch.
"All right you two, upstairs and dressed if you want some breakfast before we leave." The two boys were well versed in running away from irate parents with their pajamas down and nimbly sped up the stairs. A moment of family mirth was shared as two redheaded and red-bottomed boys made well their escape Mrs. Weasley approached the table and drew a deep breath. As she opened her mouth to speak, Ginny forestalled her with a query.
"Mum, did you fix my robe and...." she counted off a dozen chores her mother had promised to assist her with. Mrs. Weasley made a series of exaggerated faces as each task she had indeed overlooked came forth.
"So much to do and Ron not yet settled for his part in this prank." Ron almost choked when he realized now why his brothers had been punished. Hed played as look out as they set about in actions they all knew were forbidden. He had attempted to pull a back tummy as the boys searched thru their parents library for a certain recipe that would add punch to a rancid candy they were cooking up.
"Well dear, I can help Ginny, or perhaps I can work the spell."
"No dear, last time you tried you hung Ron upside down and nearly killed him with it." It hadnt been quite that bad although Ron remembered his embarrassment as he hung naked, his entire body on display. His siblings had enjoyed his difficulty that day.
"Oh wait, I have an idea," beamed Mr. Weasley. "Harry, be a good sort and fetch what I need from the cabinet. You know all about muggles after all." Ron turned even paler as his friend arose from the table and made his way to the cabinet where his dad, whose hobby was a fascination with muggle inventions. He was always querying Harry on the purpose of one thing or another. Harry opened the tall piece of furniture and almost immediately spied what Mr. Weasley has sent him for. A paddle. The type used for people who are easily amused. The ball seemed to have somehow made its way elsewhere, but in a wizard household, that was not an unforeseeable nor unexpected event. Harry removed it cautiously as if it might savage his hand and brought it over to his friends father. Ron nervously watched his progress, his throat constricting as Harry moved closer. He quickly reached for a glass of water and took a mighty gulp, his breathing now coming easier.
"Now, how exactly does this work Harry?" Harry swallowed hard. He couldnt lie to the Weasleys; they had done so much to make his life tolerable, but at the same time didnt wish to help cause his best mate undo pain. Ron looked downward, not wanting to add to Harry's discomfort.
"Well sir, you lower Rons pajamas, lay him across your lap, and then strike him with the paddle."
"I see," Mr. Weasley said, examining the paddle to illustrate in his mind how he should proceed. "Very well then, come along Ron." Ron stood and lowered his bottoms only till they cleared his hips. He clung to them so that their removal would not allow a good view of his entire lower body. He released them as soon as he was safely bent over his dads broad lap. Despite having never administered a bare bottom over the knee spanking, some inherent instinct caused his dad to adjust him so that his bottom pointed straight to the ceiling. He closed his eyes and clenched his butt as his dad brought the paddle crashing down upon his unprotected butt. The sound of wood on flesh resounded about the room, making everyone, including Mr. Weasley jump. Ron responded with a loud wail.
"My word," said Rons dad, "thats quite a phenomenal effect. How many Harry?" Once again Harry was in a conundrum. He had absolutely no concept of the difference between a spell for spanking and an actual one.
"Id say, no more than twenty sir," he finally replied in a hushed and guilty tone. He had to admit, despite his friendship with Ron, there was certain excitement he couldnt contain. "Very well," Mr. Weasley replied as if deciding to plant geraniums rather than posies.
At that Mr. Weasley began swatting Rons backside who began a caterwauling that filled the room. Fred and George made land speed records descending to the kitchen. Fred had not even bothered to put on his pants and stood there in Percy's hand me down underwear, which had a split in the back that showed half of his still colored rear end. They both wore an expression mingled with surprise and delight. No one had ever been spanked this way. Rons cries echoed around the small room as Mr. Weasley joyfully painted his sons pale bottom with a tinge of red. At twenty he stopped and turned to Harry. "Well, is that a sufficient spanking in the muggle world?"
Harry could scarcely breathe. He knew Ron had been adequately chastised but somehow couldnt let it stop here. "No sir, see at the bottom where the buttocks and legs meet, those are still untouched. Maybe a half dozen to each side."
"Harry," Ron wailed pitifully!
"We agree dad," the twins intoned, as if they were experts on the subject.
"Humph," their dad declared, and proceeded to add to the red tinge on his sons heated and quivering cheeks. In fact he added ten more to each side, Ron now having graduated to bouncing and flailing his legs. As the paddling ended, Ron hung limply, his tears drenching the floorboards as he sobbed. When his dad stood him up, he didnt care that Ginny now saw him naked, he was more concerned with rubbing the heat from his bottom. Harry came over and apologized for his role. He reached around and gently rubbed Rons burning butt and Ron moaned in pain and something he couldnt put words too
"Ok Ron," his mum said quietly, hugging his head to her breast and rubbing his back. "Go get dressed sweetie."
"Yes mum," Ron sniffled and pulled his pajamas up to cover his boyhood, but not wishing to touch cloth to his torched bottom.
The house was now quiet for the soft tick of the family clock. The children packed and shepherded into the yard. Mr. Weasley quite tired from an evening of work tried his level best to corral them and maintain peace, but was functioning as baggage handler as he loaded the childrens belongings into the boot. But soon the children devolved into chaos and tomfoolery. After a rude remark Ginny was chasing Fred about attempting to clout him with her book-bag. Ron and Harry were wrestling in the dirt, whilst George looked on in amusement as Percy gave his father purposefully bad advice on packing.
Mrs. Weasley smiled. She looked at the man she had loved from the first time she had laid eyes upon him. Her maiden aunt had declared that he would amount to nothing. But her grand mothers portrait had called her over late one night and told her that money could never replace true love. An empty heart could never hold enough gold to placate sadness. Love was the treasure that gave completion to life. Her house was filled with that treasure.
For the moment, she reveled in the silence. These times were precious too, for she could without restraint give herself to her husband fully. Even after all the long years, she still cherished him with a passion that no spell could alter.
As she slung her large carpetbag across her shoulder, another squeal of righteous anger exploded form Ginny. Now she had three of her brothers on the run. She sighed deeply and glanced down at the table. Sitting there was the paddle. She raised an eyebrow, a wry grin upon her face and slipped it into her bag. She stepped into the bright morning sunlight and with a word locked the door.