Ginny Learns A Lesson

Please review! I have finally been in the mood to write this.
I tried to make this as realistic as possible. Ginny is in character, and I try to show that Arthur is not a true disciplinarian. I am considering expanding this story, cause I love it. I am glad I waited this long, cause it was only recently that I’ve come up with such a great way to justify Ginny’s impending spanking!


"Property and Possession" is the chapter title because Ginny is her family's property until she weds Harry. And the possession alludes to what Tom Riddle did, which is still affecting her psyche. I might decide to draw that into the story more.


Chapter Two: Property and Possession


Ginny had just endured supper, after spending several hours standing in the corner, it had been a relief to sit. Judging by what might come, tomorrow night smay indeed cause problems sitting. Arthur took Ginny’s reticence at dinner as tacit consent. Clearly the girl understood she had been wrong, or so Arthur thought.

Ginny reminisced over five years ago when she had come out of the Chamber of Secrets. ‘Never trust anything if you can’t see where it keep its brain!’ These were Arthur's words and he and Molly had told Ginny this so many times. Still, she didn't listen.

After speaking to Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley had whipped his child over the knee in Headmaster Dumbledore’s presence inside his office. It was better that way, better than having the headmaster cane her. Ginny had cried, more from being upset from encountering Riddle, feeling like a bad girl for being hoodwinked by Voldemort, and intense guilt. Guilt over liking handsome Tom Riddle. Ginny had not discovered the boy was Voldemort until it was too late. It was a guilt ridden burden to know you were partially at fault for the petrified students recovering in the Hospital. She had not fully forgiven herself for liking Riddle, even today.

Arthur hadn’t been too harsh; there was hardly a mark, other than a freshly red bum. The scars her daughter bore were interior. Whatever Riddle had done, whatever she felt under possession. Being possessed by such a dark soul like Lord Voldemort must have been terrifying. Her parents having fought and lived through the first war were aware of this danger and the horrors Ginny must have went through.

Afterwards he let Ginny sit in his lap. He gave her hugs and made her feel safe and loved. Ginny remembered that day, and that spanking well. She was just a little girl of eleven then. She hadn’t questioned daddy’s choice of chastisement, for in a little girl’s mind her daddy is always right. And there were no qualms about having the skirt lowered and knickers down. Now she was older, and much too mature to be bent over father’s knee!

Arthur felt differently. Until he gave her over to Harry Potter, whom he already trusted implicitly, it was totally his right to spank. He needn’t be cruel, but in some ways Ginny was a possession. He owned and loved this child. And for now, her body and keeping it from harm was his responsibility.

Straightaway after supper, Ginny joined in cleaning up. It was the usual routine, the women finishing the last bit of housework, while the boys fooled around with their father. Then everybody could relax. Magically, the dishes would wash and dry themselves.

“Off you go, Ginerva! Upstairs and straight to your room!” chided Mrs. Weasley. Her daughter was being punished, after all. And part of this meant early bedtimes for a week.

Ginny languidly trudged up the stairs. She felt like stomping her feet, but didn’t dare. Secretly, she was hoping to convince dad that a spanking wasn’t in order for a girl of sixteen. Maybe like the boys, dad could take her to the woodshed? The brothers had all gotten whippings and thrashings in there, mostly Fred and George with occasionally Ron in tow. She was sure she could brave it.

It was a hot July night. She peeled off the Quidditch gear, and washed her radiant face in the basin. Then proceeded to put on clean knickers and a long nightshirt that went mid-way down the thigh.

Like a good girl she sat in bed. She stared at the poster of the all girl Quidditch team. It was such an empowering team, especially for witches. Ginny knew she was a powerful witch and resented her place tonight. She hated how Harry was sleeping over in Ron’s room and knew she was being punished. Soon he’d find out that besides an early bedtime, she was getting a spanking! It was too much to bear.

Ginny waited a long time. Downstairs, everybody was laughing and it annoyed her. How could they all have fun without her? She heard nuts cracking, apples peeling and they probably even broke out the butterbeers. The yearning desire to be dozing by the fire, prone on her stomach playing a game of Exploding Snap would have been nice. She hadn’t played that game in a long time.

Arthur came treading softly up the stairs. He smiled a little when he saw his child under the covers and ready for bed.

“All ready for bed I take it, Ginny. Good.”

“Yes, dad,” said Ginny obediently. She wasn’t going to make her case yet.

Ginny had a nice writing desk by the window in her tiny room. Arthur pulled out the chair and moved closer to the bed.

“You’re not going to sleep now. We’ll have a discussion.”

Arthur eyed Ginny in the covers. Ginny had a flash of understanding. He wanted her out of bed, and it was also too hot under the covers.

So she sprung out of the blankets and swung her slightly dirty bare feet over the bed, and sat parallel to him on the edge, with him sitting straight in the chair.

“Ginny when you fought in that battle…You scared me and your mother half to death. We thought for sure we’d lose you…That you couldn’t possibly survive as an underage witch. But somehow you did…”

Arthur looked at his daughter, and there was a twinkle in his eye. Was it pride? Ginny tried hard not to smile, and to act contrite. Yet she did not feel any regret for her actions.

“Dad – I know you think I was wrong to leave the Room of Requirement. After Harry killed Voldemort – I was sitting with mum in the Great Hall. We had a talk…It lasted a long time and she berated me for entering the fray and having to fight that bitch Bellatrix. I told her I was sorry!”

Arthur suddenly had a steely edge to his voice. “Well, sorry isn’t enough. Rash actions call for swift punishment. But after the battle and the funeral and losing Fred, it was all too much for us. But now, it is time to address your careless and deliberate choice to disobey your mother and I…And Ginny, I really am surprised that you failed to listen to your friends…and Harry. You should have at least listened to him. He’s your boyfriend.”

Ginny’s cheeks blushed. To bring up Harry Potter was touchy, especially during this lecture. A glance at her father saw the weight of disapproval made her forget these feelings right now.

“I’m sorry. I hate disappointing you, dad! Really, I hate that I let you down. But it’s over,” said Ginny dryly. She stared at her hands. She was thinking of how well she had used her wand that night.

“No, this is not over. Now you’re going to stand up. And in a moment you’re going to be on my lap, Ginny. It’s time for your spanking.”

Ginny fairly exploded, so that they heard it downstairs. “BUT I’M TOO OLD!”

“Your mother and I don’t believe so. And neither does anybody else under this roof believe you too mature for such a punishment. They all agreed your actions were very, very wrong that night. You do need a spanking. All of us are mad you refused to stay safe during the battle. You proved just how rash and immature you still are and that calls for a child’s punishment. You were a child that night, and you are a child…My child. You’re my only girl, Ginny. I was so worried that my only daughter – I was terrified my little girl wouldn’t make it that night. Your mistakes call for a lesson, and a harsh one I’m afraid. Be a good girl and come to me.”

“Please dad – Don’t make me…I don’t want to get it from you. Can’t mum do it? I’m not a little girl. I’m a woman!”

Ginny looked terribly embarrassed, as she thought of dad touching her bum with his bare hand and worse on an exposed behind fully visible to him. It was all too much to bear. But she was too shy to admit this just yet.

“I asked your mother if she could do it, as you know how I hate to spank you. I never wanted to do it when you were smaller, remember? But she is much too upset…She said since I am head of the household, which is absolutely true, I must be the one to do it. It is upon my authority to spank my daughter when it’s needed. I am your father, and I’m doing your mother a favour. Ginerva, COME HERE!”

Ginny rose still obstinate, hands clasped in tight fists. She looked like she half-believed to pummel him. Which would, earn being forced down and getting more spankings during the summer before she turned seventeen. Molly would find out too, and spank her for daring to strike her husband, and disrespecting his authority.

Like a petulant little girl that she still was, Ginny stamped her feet hard on the floorboards, feeling powerless and hating it. She looked like she might fall into a tantrum. She pleaded, “Dad, PLEASE! PLEASE don’t make me lay on your lap! Why can’t mum do it?”

Ginny paused. Manipulatively the green eyes gleamed angrily into Arthur’s, and she was a brat in this moment. She watched her father to see if there was a change of mind. He often did fall back. It was easier to get out of a punishment with dad, than it ever was with mum.

But privately, Arthur was having the thought that Ginny really needed this. ‘Better that it come from a man, than Molly’, thought the father wisely. For if it was anyone else, it would have to be Harry. If the boyfriend had to administer discipline, it would be a terrible shame for the family to witness. A lesson needed to be learned here: Ginny must become a dutiful, obedient woman so that when married next summer, Harry would see no need to punish his wife. Molly for one never got spankings or any discipline from her husband! Molly was self-disciplined and worked hard as a traditional housewife. There was need for a husband’s correction, and it was a good thing as there would be too much family upheaval if he needed to spank his wife, even if done in private, away from the children.

Mrs. Weasley always voiced her opinion, however ultimately submitting to Arthur’s will. For Arthur was indeed the head of the household, with Molly backing him as a firm, proud second in command.

“Or if you must, take me to the woodshed. You know like the boys used to get….”

Arthur considered for a moment, reclining back in the chair, forehead crinkling, fingers on his temples. It really wasn’t a bad idea. He didn’t admit it, but honestly a whipping might be easier than seeing and feeling her bared on his lap.

“No. Ginny it would be unladylike to flog you with a whip or even a sapling or a switch. I am doing this with my hand, as it should always be for girls….”

Arthur patted his thigh, as indication it was time. Mr. Weasley was concealing impatience and rising anger. He didn’t want to be angry when he commenced the spanking, as he never was when he spanked Ginny in the past. But this rude refusal tempted him to jerk Ginny bodily into position. It was better his daughter submit willingly. It was a mistake that he had not spanked her at all these last few years. She hadn’t received a spanking from him since thirteen, which was far too long. The last time had been while cleaning at Grimmauld Place, a few days before Ginny’s fourteenth birthday. She'd fought and cussed with her mum and Arthur had to lay the girl on his lap and give her early bedtimes and extra chores. That spanking had been funny. Her teacher, Severus Snape had been in the kitchen at the time, supping up. He’d offered to do the honors. Arthur wouldn’t let that man lay a hand on his daughter, but it was funny to hear him insinuate it. And now, she was worse, being an absolute pig-headed brat! But he wouldn’t say this to his child.

Ginny breathed a calming breath, looking like she was trying to count to ten to master pent up anger. She was directly standing overhead, leaning against his legs, contemplating if she should lay down herself.

“I guess, I’m ready. But- But don’t do it on my bare bum.”

“No. You need this on bare skin, for the sting. That’s the way they always are and your mother won’t stand for less. And besides what would you learn if it didn’t hurt? Now, you may lift up your nightshirt. Come on, sweetheart. It won’t be too bad.”

Ginny rallied at once, indigent. “On the bare! What? Don’t take my knickers down, Dad. And I won’t take them down myself either. I WON’T! I’m too old to bare my bottom to you. It’s so humiliating. Please allow mum to! Or you can take me to the woodshed! I want it clothed. PLEASE DAD!”

Ginny turned bright red, at that recurrent vision of herself straddled over dad’s lap, a bright bum on display.

“Lay down, or I might have to consider taking a belt to you.” Arthur had never used a belt on any of his children before. “And I don’t want to belt you in addition to the spanking you’re getting even if I have to force you over my knee. For Merlin’s sake, will you do as you’re told?!”

The submission finally came. Ginny raised her nightshirt, turning beet red at the ritual. She flung onto Mr. Weasley's lap. He supported her, making it as comfortable as possible for his daughter.

It pained Arthur to no ends to spank Ginny. He did not enjoy slowly, and with reluctance taking her pink cotton panties to her knees. Ginny squirmed, as her father paused. Was he looking at her two pale lobes to embarrass her? She hoped not.

Loud smacks rained less intensely at first. After a minute, the hardest blows came. Ginny had been a very bad girl with the refusal to remain safe in the Room of Requirement. Furthermore, she fought for hours when repeatedly told to stop. Since it put her life in danger, Arthur believed that sadly this spanking had to be a hard one, even excruciating.

Ginny struggled a little, tears welling-up. Defiantly, she had not peeped a word. But it was true that Arthur was blistering his child’s backside.

Ginny struggled more, almost writhing. “Dad, come on! STOP! I learned my lesson! COME ON, for Merlin’s fucking sake I’ve had enough!”

Arthur grew sharp and slowed the spanking to a near pause. “Don’t take that language young lady! Do you want your mum to hear your swearwords? She’ll only give you more punishments, Ginny. She’s already assigned you extra chores in addition to an early bedtime this week. I wouldn’t put it past her to wash your mouth out with soap.”

Ginny moaned miserably at this and a sinking sensation in her stomach, which confined her more to dad’s lap.

Tears trickled down. She felt humbled from this humiliation, reduced to naught but a little girl, which she realized she really was. She was just a little girl even if her bravery exceeded most adults.

But Ginny still tried to appeal to Arthur’s leniency. “Daddy, please. It hurts. I’ll do better in the future. I’ll try to listen to you, mum, Harry and everyone! Just stop. Oh! Oh!”

Ginny quietly sobbed. She wiped the tears away with her free hands.

Arthur frowned to hear these near desperate protests, but knew it would be a big mistake to finish halfway. His daughter needed a spanking because she was near out of control with confidence. The confidence needed to be cooled and no better way than to teach a girl a gentle but stern lesson, to make her more obedient and subdued.

Molly opened the door. She watched her daughter in the throes of her spanking, getting the worst of it. As overseer, she couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. Her husband was doing an excellent job, she thought with approval. Molly was glad she wouldn’t have to spank her too.

For a moment, she watched Ginny’s buttocks growing redder and redder, and her face screwed up in agony. Ginny writhed some more in pain.

Arthur had to clamp his leg down to restrain Ginny’s wildly kicking legs.

Molly turned quietly away and left the door open. Molly couldn’t help but reminiscence about her childhood when father gave her an abundance of spankings. Even at sixteen. But that was before Molly was going out with Arthur. For a moment, Mrs. Weasley felt sorry for her daughter. It was a shame the future husband Harry Potter was in the house. And that the poor young man had to listen to his girl get a walloping.

The door left ajar, the siblings got a glimpse of it and Harry.

Ron looked appalled at his sister bent across dad’s lap at nearly the age of womanhood.

Worriedly, he nudged Harry and whispered, “Look at her!”

Harry watched thoughtfully from the distance and tried not to look at poor Ginny’s bright red buttocks.

Ginny didn’t hear anything or anyone nearby, too busy on concentrating on the pain and the reasons she was receiving it. She sobbed loud gasps. “Daddy. I think I’m sorry now. Really I am! Please daddy! I’ll be a good girl.”

“I think she’ll be alright. Really, she’s okay, Ron. She deserves it, though. Don’t tell her I said that,” Harry whispered to Ron. Harry was annoyed that Ginny disobeyed him that night as well. He was insulted she hadn’t listened to him. He thought she’d be a better partner, and now had doubts. He couldn’t bear the thought of surviving the final battle without the woman of his dreams. His life would not be nearly as happy as it was now if he couldn’t start a family someday with Ginny. She had been so selfish to not listen and go into the fight!

Harry and the others left and quietly went up to their beds.

Arthur continued on, determined to spank until he felt Ginny had finally reached submission. He wanted to see a surrender, as he felt that was the only way he’d be sure she’d never do something as dangerous as during that battle. Ginny had nearly died because of the foolish belief that she was so invincible as an underage witch that she could go into danger and hold her own. Arthur doubted, the girl understood how lucky she was to be alive, and how lucky all of them were to have survived.

Finally he heard her admit the full extent of the reason she was getting a spanking. “Dad, I know I might have died! Right now, I could die! Oh, I could die! It hurts so bad!”

Arthur chuckled and rested his hand smoothly on her bum and couldn’t help but pat it out of sympathy. Ginny let out an angry huff to hear him laugh. ‘He had no idea how much this was hurting!’ She seethed in her mind.

Arthur stopped laughing. “Alright. I suppose you understand what you did. We’re almost done now,” he said kindly.

But he felt she needed just a little more. The full surrender hadn’t come.

It continued with a hard spanking for five more minutes. The vociferous cries and sobs continued. And then he ended it with soft, gentle spanks.

The loud crying stopped and grew quiet. Tears were still falling profusely.

She was quiet now and exhausted. She surrendered and felt a peace come over her because her family, especially father was this protective. It was good, and she hoped she could be a good girl for him.

Arthur couldn’t stand to go further. He smoothed her hair sympathetically. He could see her fanny was near to bruising. He never wanted to injure his little girl and would not smack again for chance it would create bruising. There would be no more spanking for a while at least until it healed. But hopefully there wouldn’t be another reason to punish like this ever again.

Ginny had just gotten the harshest spanking of her childhood. It lasted well into half an hour.

Her crying ceased and calmed down. Ginny suddenly felt like a chaste, modest and quiet girl. No longer a braggart. There was a change over her, like a different girl altogether. It wasn’t her perpetual shyness, but something different.

Arthur saw she was completely subdued. He took her off.

Ginny loped over to the covers, looking defeated with her eyes puffy, and face swelled. She didn’t look up.

Arthur didn’t say anything for a long while, but let the silence speak.

“You will sit at your writing desk tomorrow and write me a letter of apology.”

“Yes, daddy,” was replied with perfect submissiveness. But then she piped up, whining, “But dad! Mum ordered me to help with laundry tomorrow. No more punishments! I mean – early bedtimes, extra chores-“

“Don’t argue with me, Ginny. Or I will have no choice but to tan your bum again soon! Do you want another session over my knee?” Arthur had a hard edge to his voice and he looked uncharacteristically stern in the eyes. He despised how Ginerva dared challenge every punishment he meted out, but when the mother issued them, Ginny never argued.

Ginny hung her head, kicked her feet hanging over the bed and mumbled, “Sorry dad.”

And Arthur felt different too. He was starting to feel like he could have been a better disciplinarian. He was always so easy-going with the children, especially Ginny. He really should have given spankings in recent years and she probably would have listened when told to stay out of it! She would never have defied her parents and gone into the fight. And tonight there wouldn’t be spanking for entering into that skirmish.

“Now young lady, I’m sorry I have become so stern. But I want you sitting in this chair, at your writing desk tomorrow.”

Ginny nodded.

“Now it is time for sleep.”

Ginny moved under the covers, slowly.

Arthur came and sat on the bed, tucking her in safely. He had not tucked Ginny in since she was twelve.

She was still sniffling with a runny nose. He went and got a tissue from the bureau and handed it to her.

A tender kiss landed to the moist forehead.

“Good night.”

He paused at the door, before closing. “You just mind your mother. And mind me as well Ginny! And then – then there will be no need for more spankings this summer.”

“Yes, dad,” she assented.

Taking a candle, Arthur shut Ginny’s lamp and went up to bed.

Inside his own bedroom, Molly was up reading.

“How’d it go? She put up quite a resistance against it, didn’t she? The girl doesn’t know how to take a spanking with grace. Why she can’t just accept a punishment like other girls get from their fathers, I’ll never understand.”

“Yes. It was difficult to do it. I was very hard on her. Spanking such a big girl wasn’t easy, Molly. But she understands what she did now, I think.”

“You were tough. Tough love is what Ginny listens to.”

Arthur changed into a long white nightgown and nightcap.

He sat down on the bed and rubbed his hands. They still tingled from spanking Ginny’s behind. “I think that’s the last one. Thank goodness! It’s the last spanking she’ll ever get. I hope.”

“I’m proud that you were so firm. Oh, she can be a handful Arthur! Even more so than all the boys were at times. She’s a spunky gal, but the feistiness can be over the top. She needed a reminder that she’s just a child. So I thank-you.”

Molly and Arthur clung to each other under the sheets. Like a pair of newly-weds they caressed and kissed.

Arthur got his wand, and put a silencing charm on the room. That night they made love in the passionate, serene summer evening.


NOTE: Please review! There were so many favorites and alerts from this story; I’d love to hear your opinion about anything that pertains to this story. I will respond personally to all reviews. Do you think this could have happened? Was it fair? Do you think the spanking was too much? Were they close enough to in-character? I am not certain exactly how I will continue this story. Any suggestions?