The taming of the Lion

A/N WARNING: Contains punishment spanking!!! If this is not your thing, please do not read!! For those of you who are spankos, please review and let me know what you think. I am not crazy about using Ginny, but she really is just a means to get to know Draco a little better. This probably won't turn into HG/DM for a few more chapters. Again, I am not sure how many spankos are on this board, so if I don't get at least some positive feedback, I can keep these to myself, but I don't want to :-)

Chapter 2: Ginny’s atonement

“Ginny, before we start, there is something that I want you two know. Two men are seeking my help to guide a wayward friend of theirs. They are very new to this lifestyle so I have them right now, bound and concealed in this room to watch how a punishment works. If you object to them watching, let me know now and after this is over, I will Obliviate them.”
Ginny thought for a moment and said, “It is fine with me as long as I never know who it is and they swear that they will never tell a soul what is about to transpire.”

“Ginny, sweetheart, if they tell anyone, I will personally see to their punishment. Good enough for you?”

“I agree, Draco. If you feel this will help someone else, then so be it”

“All right Ginny. As we have friends here, some times I will be reiterating our rules so they are aware. For now though, just for fun, I want you to recite all the rules that go into place once we begin.” Draco stated.

“Rule one; I always address you as Sir. Rule two; I will treat you with respect and you will show that same respect to me. Rule three; no lying. Ever. Rule four; magic will not be used by either of us during the punishment. Rule five; I cannot question your orders. I may ask questions if I don’t understand what I am supposed to do, but I cannot question why. Rule six; eye contact must be maintained when possible. Umm, that’s all I can remember Sir, we have been doing this so long that it just becomes second nature.” Ginny said, never once diverting her gaze from his.
“Good enough. Now, we begin as usual. Fifteen minutes in the corner while I review your book. Am I going to have to use the paddle today?” Draco questioned.
Ginny found it difficult to not look at the floor, “Yes Sir” she replied meekly.
“Very well” Draco patted her butt and encouraged her to the corner.

While Draco intently read the journal, Harry had time to think. He could tell from the look on Blaise’s face that they were having the same revelations. Harry thought this process was going to be crueler somehow, more rushed. But Draco seemed to be very methodical in his approach. There were clear boundaries for Ginny to adhere to, so in essence it was her decision how red her ass was going to be when she was finished. Hell, she didn’t even have to show up, but yet there she stood, not ten feet from where Harry was bound.

Harry looked at Draco in time to see him glance at his watch. “Come to me Ginny” he demanded, using that same low voice Harry had heard him use with Hermione. Ginny slowly made her way over to the sofa Draco sat on. Gone was the light-hearted attitude of earlier, this was a serious as any scene Harry had ever witnessed.

Ginny draped herself over the arm of the sofa without a further word. Draco remained seated on the couch and used his finger to lift her chin. He stared hard at her, his eyes icy. “Your book has improved this week Ginny, which bodes well for you. However, there is one area which as not improved to my satisfaction. Which area is that?” he interrogated quietly.

“Smoking pot Sir?” Ginny ventured meekly. As she answered questions, Ginny never lost sight of the fact that her bottom was crudely on display.

“Correct. Tell me Ginny, when you first came here long ago, what was your main goal? What did you want to improve on?”

“Smoking pot Sir.” Ginny repeated almost cheekily.

“Lose the attitude” Draco growled. “Now, why is it that all other areas have seen marked improvement except this one? What can I do to motivate you more?”

“I don’t know Sir, it is just so hard” Ginny replied.

“I’m giving you a week to think about it Ginny, next time we meet I want a better answer than that. What is your current punishment for smoking?”

“Ten strokes of the paddle for each joint, Sir”

Draco thought for a moment. “All right Ginny, unless you can come up with a more fitting punishment, starting next week we up the ante. Each joint will get you twenty strokes, and they will be with the belt on the back of your thighs. I hope you think about that and get it through your head that even one joint is not acceptable.” Through Draco’s speech, his voice stayed deceptively calm, but Ginny knew the fire was building. She, for one, did not want to throw any more fuel on that fire.
“Yes, Draco, I understand” she said sadly, not really knowing if he wanted a response.

“How many joints did you smoke this week Ginny?”

Ginny bit back the urge to tell him that he knew how many from her book, but she realized this was a lesson in humility.

“Five Sir” she said regrettably.

“Very well, you know the rules, if you move your position or reach back, that stroke does not count.”

Draco got up and picked up a mean looking wooden paddle. He walked behind the trembling redhead, raised her skirt and removed her panties.

Harry could see Ginny tense for the first stroke. However, Draco used his other hand and rubbed her buttocks, almost soothingly. Ginny closed her eyes and relaxed and then quick as a flash, the first stroke rang out. Harry observed the stages Ginny seemed to go through as the fifty strokes were applied. For the first fifteen or so, she squirmed trying to avoid the paddle, so much so that Draco repeated three of the strokes. After 30 strokes she was glaring at the cushions, willing herself not to cry. At the fortieth stroke, she seemed to resign herself to the situation, realized that she was getting what she deserved. The guilt washed out of her as she sobbed fiercely into the pillow. Draco observed this, and the last ten were delivered very quickly to get the punishment over with. He gently rested his hand on the small of her back, reminding her silently that she was not to get up until he allowed.

As Ginny calmed down Draco said quietly, “We aren’t finished. I want to make sure you understand exactly what is going to happen next week if there is a repeat performance of this week” As he spoke, Draco unbuckled the leather belt he was wearing.
“Just one stroke Ginny, I want you to feel one twentieth of what smoking one joint this week is going to cost you.”
Ginny sobbed, but nodded her assent. A small part of her was curious about this anyways. She had been able to convince herself that the paddle wasn’t so bad, so maybe this would finally break her of that nasty habit. Little did she know that Draco was doing this only because he suspected just that.
Without further discussion, Draco grasped her waist and brought the belt down on her thighs. The force was not as hard as it could have been; he knew it, she knew it, but Ginny couldn’t help but scream as the line of fire burned her legs.

Draco leaned in and whispered in Ginny’s ear, “Remember that this week, and times it by twenty. And if I really have to go through with that punishment, little one, I won’t hold back. Do I make myself clear?

“Yes Sir” Ginny sobbed.

“Off to the corner with you again, hands on your head, don’t rub your bum.” Draco ordered.

Ginny rushed to the corner and waited for Draco to determine she had reflected over the session as much as she needed to. Harry watched as Draco made his own notes in a file that seemed to just be for Ginny. After about fifteen minutes, Draco headed back to the sofa and called out to Ginny to join him. Harry watched stunned, as Ginny practically ran over and draped herself over the arm again. Surely she wasn’t getting spanked again?

Draco smiled at her; the mood had obviously lightened again and picked up his bottle of lotion. He slowly began massaging the cooling gel all over her bottom, paying particular care to the angry red stripe that still remained from the belt.
“You are going to do better this week Ginny. I know that you aren’t going to disappoint me anymore. Think of how nice it would be if when you showed up at my door, your journal was free of any errors and we could spend our time flying.” Draco soothed her with his voice as his hands rubbed out most of the sting.

Harry looked at Ginny’s eyes and saw calmness in them she was lacking when she started. She now had a clean slate and no bad feelings remained between her and Draco. She didn’t have to feel guilty any more, she had made her amends. Draco helped her up, watched as she straightened out her clothes and walked her out of the door.

After a few minutes, Draco came striding back into the room.

“Well gentlemen?”….