“Prof. Quirrell, may I borrow Wood for a moment?” asked Prof. McGonagall.
Wood? What was Wood? Was Wood a cane Prof. McGonagall was going to use on Hermione?
“Ms. Granger, going after that mountain troll was an extremely foolish thing, indeed. You could have been killed. I must impress upon you the seriousness of what you have done. You must be spanked.”
Terrified, Hermione hid her hands behind her back, shielding her backside, pleading for mercy, “Please! I won’t do it again! Please don’t spank me, Professor!”
“In fact, you should be spanked immediately, so that you’ll remember it clearly!” McGonagall led Hermione over to one of the few toilets the troll had not wrecked. McGonagall seated herself down on the toilet, and forcefully ordered Hermione to bend over her lap.
Ron and Harry turned to leave, but McGonagall stopped them. “No, you two stay and watch. I want you to see this. That will be your punishment.”
McGonagall produced her wand from her robe. “Now, Ms. Granger, I cannot believe that you, of all the students, would be the first one I would have to chastise this year. I am going to use my wand to punish you. If you struggle and kick, you may damage my wand, and I will have to use other methods to get my point across. If you fight me, the spanking will be much harsher for you, making this more difficult for both of us. I want you to lie quietly across my knee and stay as still as you are able. Will you do that?”
“I w-will t-try P-Professor,” bawled Hermione, tears already staining her eyes.
“Thank you, Miss Granger. It takes maturity to accept your punishment. Do your best not to struggle, and I will go easier on you. Now, assume the position.”
Trembling, Hermione obediently climbed onto McGonagall’s lap. With a wave of her wand, Prof. McGonagall lifted Hermione’s robe and whisked off her skirt. Harry and Ron blushed at the sight of Hermione’s pink, frilly bloomers.
Prof. McGonagall’s wand hovered in the air, waving as if the Prof. was conducting a complex incantation. Harry did not know what kind of wood it was made of, but it looked just as painful as any birch switch. “Five strokes, Miss Granger.”
Colorful sparks shot out of the end of wand, the Professor’s hand shot down, and with a noise like a fire cracker, the same sparks flashed on the end of Hermione. It sounded like a sound blow, but Harry realized that the Professor’s wand had not even touched Hermione’s hiney. Apparently, it was some sort of stinging hex! The colorful stars danced and flickered away, with a snap, crackle, pop! Hermione was still wincing, but she wasn’t going to break down that easily.
McGonagall raised her wand again, but this time she actually brought it squarely down on Hermione’s fanny. The stroke would have smarted quite a bit all by itself, though Prof. McGonnagal continued applying the stinging hex with each motion of her arm. The Professor began paddling Hermione in earnest, now. With a swish and a flick, the wood smacked against the first-year’s rear end.
Hermione couldn’t help squirming a little. Each lick of the wand felt like a good spanking all by itself. She was lucky her parents were Muggles, and couldn’t use magic to give her a thoroughly uncomfortable seat. With a yelp, Hermione kicked slightly when she felt the fifth and final spank.
McGonagall, deciding that this counted as struggling, caught Hermione by surprise with a sixth stinging smack. Hermione wailed and held her bottom, in a futile effort to rub the sting from her derrière.
“That was just a warm-up, Miss Granger. Once Prof. Quirrell fetches Wood for me, I am taking you to my office for a proper caning.”
“Professor! Please, give Hermione a break,” pleaded Ron.
“Careful Mr. Weasley. Perhaps awarding five points to Gryphindor wasn’t so wise after all!” McGonagall lifted the wailing girl from her lap and spoke to her face-to-face. “Miss Granger, you and I are going to sit down and write an owl straight to your parents.”
Sniffing, Hermione whimpered, “Are– are you going to expel me?”
“We will discuss that later, Miss Granger. You put your own life in danger today due to your misbehavior. Your parents should be informed immediately as to what has happened. They may want you back at home after this incident.”
“Please don’t send me away! I want to be a witch more than anything in the world! Spank me instead. Here!” Hermione practically dove across Prof. McGonagall’s lap.
“Hold it Miss Granger. You’re not going to be expelled. But I am going to send word to your parents.”
“In that case, you can spank me Professor. So long as I can stay here, you can spank me just as hard as you like. I know I deserve it.”
“Prof. McGonagall,” said Quirrell. “I have left Wood in your private office.”
“Thank you Professor Quirrell.” Once again, McGonagall stood Hermione up in front of her. “Miss Granger, are you worried your parents will send for you to return home if I write them? Or are you just afraid of being punished?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Prof. They will spank me. They’ll give me the spanking of my life, and they won’t spank me on the pants.”
“No need to go into detail, Miss Granger. Professor Quirrell, thank you, but I don’t think I’ll be needing Wood today.”
* * *
The three first-years walked together to the Gryffindor common room.
“Bright pink, with all six red marks clearly visible. Those won’t fade for days,” groaned Hermione.
“That evil old bat!” roared Ron. “We’ll get back at her, Hermione, don’t you worry.”
Harry suspected that Ron was trying to make up for what he had said earlier.
Hermione shook her head. “No, I got exactly what I deserved. McGonagall did what she had to do, and she wasn’t cruel or mean about it.”
“But you didn’t deserve that,” said Harry.
“Well, if it wasn’t for you two, that troll would have killed me. A whipping is nothing compared to that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that,” said Ron smugly.
“Ron, if it hadn’t been for us, Hermione wouldn’t have been sitting alone in that bathroom, crying. We were the ones that McGonagall should have–” pointed out Harry, when something caught his eye.
“Well, I forgive you both,” said Hermione. “After you two were so brave, the least I could do was take a licking for you.”
Harry saw McGonagall lingering in the shadows behind them, listening to every word. The gig was up. Hermione had willingly accepted a spanking for nothing now. But McGonagall only smiled, and disappeared.
Completely clueless, Ron and Hermione walked on ahead of him, and Harry had to catch up.
From then on, Harry, Ron and Hermione were friends.
Epilogue
Later next year, when Harry got his stolen letters back from Dobby the house elf, the very first letter written to him by Hermione took him by surprise:
“Harry,
You won’t believe what happened the first day I got back. You remember how McGonagall wrote a letter home to my parents after the incident with the troll?
Well, I had plum forgotten it, so you can imagine my surprise when, just as I’ve gotten home and am so pleased to see my mom and dad again after a whole year apart from them at Hogwarts, no sooner do they finish giving me hugs and kisses then they remind me that I had a spanking coming.
Last year, whenever I missed my parents and wanted to see them, I remembered that they had promised to spank my tail sore the minute they got their hands on me, but I had hoped after all that time they had forgotten. Well, that will teach me never to try to sneak anything past my parents (they’re both dentists, you know). Both of them took turns, and sure enough it was the spanking of my life. My tush was bright red all over, and as I’m writing this, you can bet I’m standing.
You’re probably wondering why I bother to mention this embarrassing episode. Well, it’s funny, but it reminded me of how you, Ron and I first became friends. I’ve never regretted taking that punishment for you two. Today, I had to do it again, and it’s worth it to have you as a friend. Funny that such a lasting friendship would start with a spanking!
Can’t wait til start of next term,
Hermione.”
Harry thought back to that day. Whenever Hermione ever got on his nerves about schoolwork, or whenever she was being a bit of a know-it-all, Harry would remember her lying across McGonagall’s lap, taking the punishment he deserved.
The End