a Shared lesson

In response to the spanking challenge and for Priss who wanted more.

Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, it all belongs to JK Rowling and affiliates. I\'m just having a little fun with the characters.

A Shared Lesson

“Ronald over my lap now!”

12 year old Ron turned bright red. “Mum, no, please not in front of Harry.”

“Harry is next. Now drop your pants and your shorts,” she demanded

He blanched suddenly. He’d never been spanked on his bare bottom before. He’d only ever experienced three spankings. Two from his mother and one from his father. His mother usually spanked long and fast making sure his whole bottom smarted. His father spanked hard raising his big hand up high but he only usually gave about 6 whacks. His father’s hurt more on each individual spank but he could usually count on a tender behind for at least a day after his mother got a hold of him.

Embarrassed he dropped his pants and shorts. His mum matter of factly patted her lap and red faced he lay across it. “I had to come all the way to Hogwarts after hearing what you and Harry had done! How many times do I have to tell you and your brothers that putting yourselves in danger is not acceptable. Taking that car and putting your and Harry’s life in danger to get to Hogwarts was a ridiculous thing to do. Not only did you risk your lives but you got your father into trouble.” She smacked his bottom on every word turning it from white to pink to red. Ron howled and squirmed, his bottom stung from the numerous sharp slaps. “I’m sorry mum, I won’t do it again, please stop.” He sobbed.

Harry had backed against the wall, upon hearing that he would be next. No one had ever spanked him and from what he was seeing it wasn’t something he wanted to have happen to him.

“You’ve usually been a good boy Ronald, and because of that you haven’t been spanked much but this time you pulled a stunt the twins would have been proud off. You and Fred and George were warned after you took the car last time but apparently your bottoms should have been ignited instead. Since you didn’t listen last time I hope this spanking works as a deterent.”

Ron wailed louder as his mum’s hand came down even harder on the tender area that he normally sat on. She finally let him up after one more stinging wallop across the center of his bottom. She pulled up his pants and hugged him to her lightly patting his flaming behind. “Hush Ron, calm down now and go stand in the corner.” His sobs lessened a little as he did as he had been told. “There’s a good boy.”

She sternly looked at Harry who stood back against the wall, his green eyes wide with shock.

“Now Harry, you aren’t my son but since those Muggles you grew up with don’t care enough about you to punish you when you endanger yourself, I feel a need to do so.”

He stuttered. “I’ve never been spanked.”

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll go easier on you.”

A knot of fear grew in his throat. Seeing Ron get his arse paddled and hearing his wails made his want to turn and run.

“Come here.”

He shook his head shaking in dread.

“Harry please obey me or I will change my mind about letting you keep your pants on.”

His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He felt sick at the thought of Mrs. Weasley spanking him. He liked her a lot; he hated that she was angry with him. She was like the mother he had never known. Would his own mother have ever spanked him?

He closed his eyes and walked towards her. As if reading his mind she stated, “I’m sure your mother would have heated your bottom if you were naughty or endangered yourself.” She easily flipped him across her knee. She lifted his robes and shifted him slightly so she would have clear access to his raised bottom. He sobbed before the fist smack even fell. When it did hit he gasped loudly more so from shock and humiliation than from pain. She didn’t spank him as fast as she had Ron but as she continued each smack stung more and he knew under his pants his bottom was changing color. \"Naughty boys must remember that their bottoms gets warmed if they don’t abide by the rules. I hope you remember your first spanking Harry and that you will think twice before you assist Ron or anyone else in another stunt like that one.” Harry squirmed and kicked out his legs trying to escape the stinging hand that made his backside burn. She tightened her grip and the hand came down harder making more tears run down his face.
After three dozen stinging spanks covered his bottom, Mrs. Weasley let him up and hugged him. He was stiff in her arms and tried his best to muffle his sobs.
She released him and called Ron over. The red head’s face was still red from all the crying but he had finally stopped. He was still however rubbing his stinging bottom. He never wanted to do anything to earn himself a spanking again, especially not on his bare bum.

“Will the two of you behave for the rest of this school year?” She wiggled her finger at them.

“Yes, mum.” Ron loudly assured her.

“Yes Mrs. Weasley.” Harry whispered.

“Good boys.”

She left the room.

“Man that stung, she was really mad!” Ron joked wryly as kept on rubbing.

Harry had turned away from him and Ron suddenly noted that his shoulders were shaking.

“Er Harry…are you alright.”

Harry felt awful. For some reason he couldn’t stop the tears from coursing down his face. He put one hand over his face not wanting Ron to see.

Ron didn’t know what to do for Harry. He was sobbing; his hands were over his face his black hair falling over his fingers. He awkwardly put his hand on his shoulder.
“Come on mate, I’m the one who got it bare assed and a lot longer than you did.”

Harry kept sobbing.

“Harry?”

He sank to floor with a whimper as his sore bum made contact.

“Are you ok?” Ron asked hesitantly.

He nodded, looking up with watery eyes. “It hurt and she was so mad.”

He suddenly felt brotherly. He realized that he needed to comfort Harry as if comforting a little brother after his first spanking. He put his arm around the black haired wizard’s shoulders. “Believe me my arse hurts worse. She only did it because she cares and I think hearing about what we did scared her half to death. She let that fear out on our butts. She must care about you a lot to include you in this.”

He gulped, “do you think so?”

“Absolutely. She’s never been this upset with me either, I’ve never gotten it on the bare before.”

Harry finally reached back rubbing his aching bottom. “I can’t believe how hard she can hit. I never knew a spanking would sting so much.” A few more tears worked their way down his face.

Ron smiled wryly and rubbed his back. “It’s ok, by tomorrow at this time we’ll be able to sit comfortably again. Are you ok now.”

Harry sniffed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

They went to the Gryffindor rooms and spent the rest of the afternoon lying on their stomachs on their beds reading.