Punishment

Ginny Weasley was petrified. She sat on a rickety chair in Professor Dumbledores inner chambers, and was waiting to be punished. She\'d be caught raiding the potions cabinet, and at this very moment, Professor Snape was in the headmasters office, arguing for her being expelled. Professor Dumbledore wouldn\'t let that happen, Ginny hoped. At least they hadn\'t had her parents come in. That would mean she was in real trouble. As the voices raged in the other room, she took a moment to look around. She was in a place no other student had been, the headmaster quarters. The room she was in was just another office, a bigger desk with a huge comfy looking chair behind it, and the walls of the room were covered in shelves, each shelf was covered in tiny little trinkets. Ginny practically itched to get up and look at them, but she restrained herself. She shifted back and forth in the chair, a little cold in her school robes and nightgown. Finally Professor Snapes voice died down and soon Ginny couldn\'t even hear them talking. She smiled, maybe things weren\'t so bad after all. Professor Dumbledore had talked the potions master out of expelling her. Professor Dumbledore stepped into the room,
shutting the door behind him.

\"Ginny,\" He said softly, \"You done a very wrong thing tonight. Professor Snape was most adamant that you be expelled, or failing that suspended. I was able to talk him round, and you will have a month of dententions with the professor, as well as a week of duties with me.\"

\"Thank you Professor Dumbledore.\" Ginny said softly, jumping to her feet. \"I\'m very sorry.\"

\"No Ginny,\" Dumbledore said softly, \"Your sorry you got caught.\" Ginny blushed and the old man chuckled. \"Now your first punishment will start shortly.\" Ginny found her arm caught in a vise like grip. She was lead over to the desk and pushed into. Stumbling, she caught herself on the edge of the desk and turned to speak to the professor. \"No Ginny, you will be quiet. Your punishment starts now, and if you refuse it then you are expelled.\" Ginny nodded, and stood half leaning on the desk. \"Now, take off your robe.\"

Professor Dumbledore ordered hasrhly. \"And lean over the desk.\" Ginny blushed and took off her robe to lean over the desk attaired only in a skimpy red nightgown that barely covered her ass. Behind her back Professor Dumbledore took a paddle off one shelf and swished it through the air, nodding happily. The professor shoved her further over the desk until she was off balance.

\"Now every time I strike you, you will say \'I will obey Professor Dumbledore\'.\" The Professor demanded. \"Do you understand?\" Ginny nodded, blushing but still slightly relived, she could handle a paddling. The air was cool on her legs and on her butt. She had on a tiny thong that matched the nightgown, and for a moment she wished she\'d chosen to wear something with a bit more substance to cover her bottom. The first snap of the paddle against her behind shoved her into the desk with some force. She barely kept a moan from escg atg at the sudden slam of the hard material into her groin.

\"I will obey Professor Dumbledore.\" She gasped out, and the hard slap came again. It hurt feircly and a warm glow settled over the new spot the professor had chosen to hit her. She repeated the sentence. It wouldn\'t be so bad, if he didn\'t hit the same spot all the time, she might even be able to sit with out a cushion. It wouldn\'t be too comfortable, but it would be ok. She tried to move her feet so that she wouldn\'t hit the desk again, but the professor made a dissaproving noise and pushes her ankles farther apart. Ginny was almost lying across the desk now, unable to even half stand. The next swat caught her much further down, and both desk and paddle connected with her inner thighs. She blushed bright red as a bolt of lust burnt up her spine. \"I will obey Professor Dumbledore.\" She squeaked. Ginny hoped he wouldn\'t noticed that she was enjoying her punishment. The paddle descended again and and connected solidly between her legs, directly over her cunt. The pressure of the paddle and the table left Ginny gasping. She bent further over the table, mumbling out her prescribed sentence as she
silently cursed Tom Riddle for twisting her pleasure center so that it was tied with pain.

The paddle decended again and Ginny gasped as her sensitive nipples were rubbed against the desk with the force of it. Warmth and wetness were pooling between leg legs and she knew the tiny thong she was wearing couln\'t contain it for much longer. She stammered out her line and the paddle fell again and again. Ginny could feel rm trm trial down the inside of her leg where her wetness had escaped. Her nipples were rock hard and felt raw at the continued rubbing against the desk. Her ass was on fire and so was her cunt, the slaps had almost hit it far to many times and the continual motion of being driven up against the desk left her trembling on the edge of orgasm. She had shut her eyes and wasn\'t sure when it had happened. Her teeth were clenched and the proscribed sentence hissed out from between them with aching regularity. She wanted it to stop, but she also wanted it to go on and on and on.

The paddle fell, slincing through the air with a whistling noise and descended squarely between her legs. She came with a long moaning gasp that no one could see for anything but what it was. The flood of warmth ran down her legs and she clenched her teeth harder in embarassment. She stammered out the sentence and was relived to hear the paddle rattle as it was placed on the desk.

\"This will not do Ms. Weasley.\" Professor Dumbledore said sternly, and then pulled the soaked thong down her legs. His soft hands ran lightly up the insides of her legs, lingered a moment in the soaked warmth of her cunt and then curled back around to run back and forth across her stinging ass cheeks. Ginny said nothing, couldn\'t speak, cound\'t breathe, locked in a harsh moment of embarrassment and shame and lust. The hands rubbed gently at the sting and then in a quick moment there were suddenly fingers in her cunt as another hand slapped at her ass checks, leaving her moaning and grinding against the fingers and the desk. She moaned and the sentence slipped out of her mouth again, as she frantically writhed on the desk. She was rewarded by the fingers beginning to move,
slowly at first and then faster and faster in and out of her soaking cunt. He was slapping her ass again and she didn\'t care, the sharp pain blended with the pleasure from his hand and she came again with a soft shreik. Professor Dumbledore removed his hands from her body, Ginny could hear him humming happily and softly.

After a long moment he returned and began rubbing a soothing lotion onto the skin of her ass. She was still sprawled over the desk and didn\'t move. It felt good, the hands moving back and forth soothing the abused body part with cool lotion. She relaxed after a moment, allowing the desk to hold all of her weight. She slowly drew her legs closed and was suprised by a sharp slap on her lower back.

\"Spread your legs Ms. Weasley.\" The professor ordered, and she obeyed without thinking. \"Very good.\" He stopped rubbing her ass and then left the room, returning after a moment with someone else. Ginny tried to sit up and cover herself, but Professor Dumbledores cold voice froze her in her tracks. \"You will not move unless I tell you to. Lie back down.\" Ginny did as she was told automatically, her body responder to his orders and not her brains frantic cries. \"Just as I promised.\" Dumbledore said, and a pair of strong hands stroke across her ass, and down her legs. The hands didn\'t belong to Dumbledore.

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