Never Trust A Book By Its Cover: Mrs. Weasley Spanks Ginny
By Yu May
Illustration by captfalconpunch
From the moment she realized what she had done, Ginny hadn’t been able to speak. It hadn’t been a nightmare.
All year, she had poured her heart out to Tom Riddle’s magic diary. She had trusted it with all her hopes, her dreams, her pain, her embarrassing secrets, and her haunting nightmares. Then, it was as if every waking moment of her life had become a living nightmare.
Ginny had been the one responsible for unleashing the monster from the Chamber of Secrets. She didn’t understand how, but she now knew what she had done. Harry knew that she was a monster. And soon, her mom and dad would know. What would they say?
All her life, she had looked forward to coming to Hogwarts. Now, she was sure to be expelled, after only her first year.
***
Everything seemed to pass by Ginny in a blur. Harry and Ron led her to Professor McGonagall’s office. There, to her horror, she found Professor Dumbledore waiting for them, along with her parents. Ginny barely heard anything as Harry recounted the horrors of the Chamber of Secrets.
Dumbledore was saying something about Lord Voldemort, and the dark magic of Ginny’s diary, before her Mom said something. “But Ginny,” said Mrs. Weasley, “what’s our Ginny got to do with—with—him?”
“His d-diary!” Ginny sobbed. “I’ve b-been writing in it, and he’s been wr-writing back all year—”
“Ginny!” said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. “Haven’t I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain. Why didn’t you show the diary to me, or your mother? A suspicious object like that, it was clearly full of Dark Magic!”
“I d-didn’t know,” sobbed Ginny. “I found it inside one of the books Mum got me. I th-thought someone had just left it in there and forgotten about it…”
As Ginny glanced at her mother, she recognized a familiar expression on Mrs. Weasley’s face. It was the same look Mom had whenever Fred and George had pulled an especially dangerous prank. Ginny vividly recalled how, on one occasion, Mom had whalloped one of the twins with a broomstick.
Mrs. Weasley stood up. “Didn’t know? My foot! You knew you were disobeying your father, and that should have been enough. Shame on you, Ginny! I’m giving you the spanking you’ve got coming, right now!”
Ginny froze as her mother strode toward her, and scooped her up by the armpits.
Mr. Weasley held out a hand. “Molly! Hold on, now–”
Then, Ginny found herself lying across her mother’s lap, bottoms up. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw Harry staring right at her.
Mrs. Weasley reached down and pulled up Ginny’s witch robes up and over her back, revealing her red and gold school skirt underneath.
Then, Mrs. Weasley swatted Ginny across the seat of her skirt, and flipped it up. “Arthur, she needs a spanking and you know it. Right on her bare bottom. I’m going to make her backside shines as red as her hair.”
“Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing straight away,” Dumbledore interrupted in a firm voice. “This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort.” He strode over to the door and opened it. “Bed rest and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up,” he added, twinkling kindly down at her. She’s just giving out Mandrake juice–I dare say the Basilisk’s victims will be waking up any moment.”
“So Hermione’s OK!” said Ron brightly.
“There has been no lasting harm done,” said Dumbledore.
Mrs. Weasley sighed, then set Ginny on her feet. Then she led Ginny out, and Mr. Weasley followed, still looking deeply shaken.
***
By the time Ginny had finished her hot chocolate, she finally remembered what Professor Dumbledore had said: that there would be no punishment. She looked nervously at her mom and dad. “Am—Am I not going to be expelled then?”
“You could have been!” barked Mrs. Weasley. “Unleashing a basilisk! Petrifying students! Whatever got–”
Mr. Weasley put a hand on his wife’s back. “Molly, that’s enough. Ginny needs rest.”
“What she needs is a good spanking!”
“Not while you’re hopping mad. Maybe you need a—a hot chocolate.”
Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath. “You are absolutely right, love. Pardon me.”
Mrs. Weasley poured herself a mug of hot chocolate, and with a contented sigh she took her first sip.
For the next few minutes, Ginny watched in awe as her mom savored every last drop of hot chocolate. She’d expected her mom to explode and start spanking her, then and there.
Mr. Weasley patted Ginny’s shoulder. “Now, Ginny, I’m very—dissapointed that you didn’t think to tell us what was happening with that diary. But Professor Dumbledore is right. There will be no punishment.”
Ginny hung her head. “B-but, Dad… How can you not punish me? I’m responsible for—for all the bad things that happened. All those poor students. I could have killed them!”
“But you didn’t, Ginny. You-know-who used you. He tried to kill those students, using you as his puppet. We’re not angry at you. We’re not going to blame you for the things that he did, and that’s final.”
Slowly Ginny set aside her empty mug, and stepped out of her hospital bed. She strode to face her mom and dad, hanging her head. “No, Dad. I’m sorry, but that’s not fair. It’s true, I didn’t know what Tom Riddle was doing to me toward the end, but–I knew for a long time that writing in the diary was wrong. I knew from the very beginning, I was disobeying you. I… I didn’t forget, Dad.”
Ginny shuffled her feet, then recited from memory. “Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”
Finally, she raised her head, to look them each in the eye. “Mom, Dad… you need to give me a spanking for disobeying you.”
Mr. Weasley shook his head. “Ginny, that’s not going to fix anything. It’s true you shouldn’t have done it, but spanking you isn’t going to help those students who got hurt.”
Ginny clutched her witch robe tight, twisting the fabric between her fingers. “But it will help me remember to never do it again. And it will help me to never forget what I almost did. I could have killed them. Please, Dad… I need a spanking… The spanking of my life.”
Mrs. Weasley smiled, then set aside her hot chocolate. “Well, I’m very proud of you to have the courage to ask this, Ginny. But it’s not up to me to make that decision. Arthur, what do you think?”
Mr. Weasley sighed. “I suppose—perhaps—if you still feel guilty for what you did wrong, Ginny. But still, it seems needless. Haven’t you been through enough pain and torment?”
Ginny shook her head. “What Tom—what You-know-who did to me? That was torture. But it wasn’t a punishment. I know you and Mom only ever discipline me because you love me. And for what I did, I… I need a bare-bottomed spanking, until my bottom shines as red as my hair. P-please, Mum, d-don’t stop until… until I’ve been p-punished enough, no matter how m-much I cry!”
Mrs. Weasley took a seat on one of the low wooden benches in the hospital wing, then patted her thigh. “Ha! See, Arthur? We’ve been raising her right. Come here, Ginny. I know you’re sorry, but by the time I’m through with you, I’ll make sure you’re good and sorry.”
Mr. Weasley shook his head. “I can’t watch this. My little girl? In pain?”
Ginny looked at her dad with doe eyes as she crawled onto her mother’s lap. “Please, don’t leave me, Dad. I want you to be here for me. I want—I need to know I’m forgiven.”
Silently, Mrs. Weasley balanced her daughter securely on her left thigh, then quickly pulled Ginny’s witches robes up and out of the way.
Mr. Weasley took a deep breath, then stood. “Of course, you’re forgiven, Ginny, and of course I’ll stay. Molly, don’t be too hard on her, now.”
Mrs. Weasley clicked her tongue, and yanked down Ginny’s skirt and panties in one clean motion to bare her pale, freckled bottom. “You heard her yourself, Arthur. Ginny’s conscience is prickling her, so… she needs to feel a prickle somewhere else!”
Ginny felt a shiver travel up her spine as she felt her bottom being bared, before her Mom delivered the first, reverberating spank. Immediately, Ginny started to cry. It was less from the pain, and more a cry of anguish for all the fear and dread she’d felt this entire day. This entire year.
With a wink at her husband, Mrs. Weasley started to spank her daughter with the air of a woman who had mastered the art of child discipline long ago. Then, Mrs. Weasley raised her voice, and affected a look of anger. “Now, Ginevra Molly Weasley, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mum!” Ginny howled, fresh tears already spilling down her cheeks.
Mrs. Weasley slowed down the pace of the spanking, but kept her wrist and palm firm to make each and every swat count. “How many times do we have to tell you, Ginny…”
Then, Mrs. Weasley delivered a single slap to emphasize each and every word in her next sentence: “Never! Trust! Anything! That! Can! Think! For! Itself! If! You! Can’t! See! Where! It! Keeps! Its! Brain!”
Ginny started to cry freely, kicking her feet as she struggled to catch her breath between racking sobs. “N-no, Mom! No more!”
Mrs. Weasley delivered two firm claps, one across each of her daughter’s quickly-reddening buttocks, then paused. “No more what, Ginny?”
Ginny suddenly noticed she was struggling, and quickly held her legs down, clutching tight to the bench for support. But her Mom’s hold on her was secure. Ginny knew she wasn’t going anywhere. “No more trusting Tom Riddle’s diary! No more listening to him! No more playing with dark magic!”
Mrs. Weasley landed another thirty spanks, all in rapid-fire. “That’s exactly right. Now, let’s take a look at this spanked bottom. Hmm, that’s what I’d call a nice, vibrant shade of red. Matches your hair perfectly. I’m satisfied. Now, march straight to your father, and ask him to finish spanking you.”
Weeping freely, Ginny crawled backwards off her mother’s lap, her witch’s robe flopping back down in place to cover her fiery red rear end. Rubbing her eyes on her arms, Ginny fought to catch her breath, ignoring her skirt and panties as they bunched around her shoes. “D-daddy? You’ve go-g-gotta sp-spank me, Dad! P-please! Gimme my spankings! Baw! Wuuaaaauhh!”
Obediently, Ginny lifted her witches robe, and flopped back down across her father’s lap, wailing in despair. Gently, Mr. Weasley stroked her head with one hand, then patted her bottom with his other hand. “Oh, Ginny, there there. It’s almost all over. This hurts me more than it hurts you.”
Then, Mrs. Weasley started to spank Ginny, not nearly with the same gusto as his wife could muster, but enough to produce a resounding smack with each and every stroke. Ginny was already bawling, before her bottom slowly flushed to a consistent, flaming, glowing red hue.
“Well, at least Harry can’t see me like this,” Ginny thought, before she melted into uncontrollable tears.
The last thought that Ginny had, before her mind went blank, was that she had sinned, but that she was also forgiven.
***
Across the room in the hospital wing, Harry slowly closed the shades of Hermione’s hospital bed, hiding the sight of Ginny’s ongoing spanking from view. “Poor Ginny,” whispered Harry.
Ron shook his head. “Look, I get that Ginny was kind of responsible for the attacks, but it’s not like she was the Heir of Slytherin. She doesn’t deserve that.”
Hermione hummed, then flipped through her book. “Hmm…”
Ron flashed a mean look at Hermione. “Oh, come on, Hermione. Don’t tell me you think Ginny deserves to get her hide tanned.”
Hermione held up her book on magical creatures, upside-down. “I think Ginny made an excellent case for why she deserves to be spanked. I can feel sorry for her, too, while also agreeing with her.”
“Well, what about you, Harry? You think Ginny is getting off easy?”
“Well, I think…” Harry took a final peep. Mr. Weasley had let Ginny up off his lap, before she immediately buried her face in his chest for a hug. Then, as Ginny glanced over her shoulder, her eyes met Harry’s and they shared a long, silent glance.
Slowly, Ginny raised her hand, and flashed Harry a thumbs up, before Harry returned the gesture. Finally, Ginny teared up again, and turned away to cry on Mr. Weasley’s shoulder.
Harry closed the curtain. “What I think, Ron, is that Ginny has got guts.”
[The End]
