A/N: This is a discipline fic and contains corporal punishment, if that isn't your thing, turn back now. Plz don't flame, I'm giving fair warning.

Disclaimer: Not mine, just writing some Weasley family love.

Percy Weasley shut the door to his office as he entered. When he looked up, it was all he could do not to yelp with surprise. Bill was leaning against his desk, Charlie against the far wall. "Hello, little brother," they spoke softly. "Get out, both of you." Bill reached out to brush his hand through Percy's curls, which had been jinxed dark brown in an effort to sever all Weasley ties. "We didn't come all this way to walk right back out, Percival." Percy felt his ears burn at the use of his full name, despite the fact that Charlie was the only other person there and he was well aware what "Percy" was short for. "How did you even get in here?" he snapped at his older brothers. "It wasn't that hard to convince anyone we were Weasleys," answered Charlie. "This is a travesty," Bill's hand went through Percy's hair again. Percy's temper flared at his brother's mockery of his current hair color. "Never mind how you got here or how far you came, I want you both to leave right now." "You need to come home, Percy." Charlie's words were soft, but dangerous. "That place is not my home!" snarled Percy. Bill shook his head, disappointed. "The Burrow will always be your home, Percival."

"Stop calling me that and get out of my office! You have no right to be here, either of you!" "If you won't come home for yourself, Perce, at least do it for Mum. This has been truly difficult for her and she's been extra beside herself as of late with the holidays approaching," Bill answered. "That woman is no longer my mother and I don't care if she cries her eyes out or drowns in her tears; I'm. Not. Going. Back. Ever." Percy had just finished that sentence when he found himself pinned face first to his own desk. Bill had pinned Percy's hands against his own back, effectively holding Percy down. Charlie lowered Percy's trousers and boxers. "I want you to remember this the next time you open your mouth to speak ill of Molly Weasley." Percy heard the unmistakable sound of Charlie's belt being removed. Bracing for the first smack, he was glad the door was shut.

Percy yelped when the first lash landed. It had been awhile since he'd found himself in this position. Charlie was merciless as he reddened his little brother's bottom. Percy counted thirty strokes before he finally heard Charlie re-buckle his belt. Percy was crying hard and he let out a new sob at the realization that Bill had yet to release him. He felt Charlie's hand come down hard on his sit spot. It rekindled the fire that had still been burning strong. "She's our mother, Percival, and we are damn lucky to have her and each other," Charlie lectured as he continued the spanking. "You've been a right git lately toward the entire family and Bill and I have had enough. You are our little brother and this is absolute rubbish. I don't even have to ask what you would do if Fred, George, or Ron tried to pull even half the stuff you have. It ends now." Charlie punctuated this final statement with a final swat, bringing the total to fifty.

Bill released Percy and the younger man yanked up his trousers and shot away from his brothers, into the corner of his office. Percy did not speak, wary of being caught and returned to his earlier position. Bill pulled out his wand. "Come here, Percy. Honestly, pup, that color jinx has got to go." Percy went to his eldest brother, allowing Bill to reverse the jinx and return his hair color to its natural red. "Much better," Bill pressed a kiss to Percy's forehead. "The youngest four will be back at the Burrow tomorrow for holiday break. We expect you there as well," Charlie spoke up. Percy nodded once. "They need you, Percy. It is that simple," Bill said softly.

Percy looked away. He knew that his younger siblings needed him. It was the same thing as him needing Charlie and Charlie needing Bill. He had foolishly thought that he could ignore all that needing, but he now knew he was wrong. Suddenly, both Bill and Charlie were hugging him. "Believe it or not, Percy, I did not come here with the intention of spanking you. I had hoped it wouldn't be necessary," Charlie whispered into his little brother's ear. "I should not have spoken as I did," Percy admitted shamefully. "It is already forgiven, brat." Percy nuzzled into Charlie's chest for a second and then into Bill's for another second. He felt simultaneous kisses on his temples. "We will see you tomorrow at home, Percival." Then Bill and Charlie were gone, Percy's stinging backside and the lingering feeling on his temples the only evidence they were ever there.

The next day, Percy apparated himself to the Burrow just as his four youngest siblings were arriving. Fred had apparated his brother and sister while George had apparated all of their luggage. Percy watched Fred release Ron's hand and let go of Ginny where he had been holding her around the waist. It made Percy grin as he realized that Ginny probably wasn't keen on apparating and obviously felt safer being held close. She was a tough chick, had to be with six older brothers. While she didn't allow herself to be treated fragilely, she did exhibit some softness toward her older brothers. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Apparently not toward Percy. "I live here. Mind your mouth, Ginerva." She hated that as much as he hated Percival. "All right, I'll do it then. How dare you show up here after what you've done, you selfish bloody git!" Ron was in fine form at the moment. Tired from lack of sleep and short of patience, Percy reached out and popped Ron one on the seat of his jeans. "The four of you owe me a great deal of hell and I promise to take it, but it will have to wait."

Ron was absolutely stunned. After months of insisting he had disowned his family, had Percy really just spanked him? "Come on you four, Mum is waiting for you." Percy ushered his younger siblings into the Burrow. "Hello, darlings," Mrs. Weasley swept each of her four youngest into a hug. Once she had released Fred, she noticed Percy. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Hello, Mum," he said softly. She crushed him to her chest. Bill and Charlie came down the stairs. "Good man, Percy, though I know you had a blistering reminder." The four youngest turned to look at Charlie. They were excited to see their two eldest brothers home, but first things first. "He's back because you spanked him?" snarled Ron. "I'm back because this is where I belong. I assure you that I would have figured that out for myself eventually, Ronald. Bill and Charlie simply got tired of waiting," Percy said evenly.

"It was partly our fault, Percy. We were away for far too long. You're a grown man, but being separated from your siblings for an extended period of time is always rough," Bill said. Ginny moved to hug her eldest brother. He kissed her fiery red hair. "Hello, love," he murmured. Ron, Fred, and George all hugged him as Ginny moved on to Charlie. Once she had hugged Charlie, she moved on to Percy. "Hello, beautiful," he hugged her back. "I hope he literally blistered you," she said into his chest. "I will be taking my meals standing up, love." She giggled, having been there before. Percy was glad when Ron wrapped his arms around him. "Months of you being a monstrous git and one swat on the bottom has you back to big brother," he muttered. "I missed you, too, Ronnie." Fred and George both hung back silently when Ron stepped away.

"Come on, loves, I'm sorry," Percy coaxed. "He is your brother, darlings," Molly added. "I promise I'll make it up to everyone. You can even see my still-red bottom if you want," Percy smiled. Fred and George exchanged a look. It had ripped them apart when Percy had abandoned the family. He was directly older than them and their mentor. They needed him the most and he had completely betrayed them. "You betrayed us," Fred said softly. "Yes, I did, and it was the worst mistake I have ever made. Still, I ask you not to hold it against me now. For as much damage as I did to the two of you, I did all the more to myself." Neither Fred nor George had ever heard Percy speak with such total humility. They both went to their older brother. He had a tender kiss for each of them as well as an affectionate swat on the bum. Molly's whole face lit up with her smile as she saw all seven of her children together again.

When Percy had released the twins, he turned to face the one he owed the most: his father. "Dad, I have no words for my behavior. I will go quietly and willing over your desk for as long as you deem fit, though I spent some time over my own yesterday." "That won't be necessary, Percy. Now is a time for compassion, not anger." Arthur pulled his son into a warm embrace. He stroked his boy's hair as he felt Percy's tears seep into his shirt front. "I love you, sweet boy." "I love you, too, Dad." "Well, darlings, much as we hate to leave you so soon, your mum and I have a holiday party to attend. I promised a co-worker we'd be there." Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gathered their coats and left. Percy ran his hand through his curls. It came away with brown on it. "Oi, Bill, I reckon my curse was stronger than you thought," he laughed. Charlie pulled out his wand. "Here, let me have a go at it. Actually, Fred should do it." For all his antics with George, Fred really was a brilliant wizard. "What is it I'm trying to do?" asked Fred as he reached for his wand. "Percy jinxed his hair brown and we were only moderately successful in reversing it." "Right then, come here, Perce." Fred cast a charm to reverse his brother's jinx as well as reinforce the first reversal.

"All right, Percy, drop 'em. We want to see this still-red bum of yours," Charlie ordered. Percy had gone pale at "drop 'em", but now he grinned and lowered his trousers and shorts. Much to Ginny's delight, there was indeed a small blister on Percy's bum. And it was still tinted pink. As soon as Percy had righted his clothes, Charlie hugged him close. "Forgive me, brother, there is no excuse for leaving a mark." "It's a tiny blister from the heat alone. There's nothing you could have done about it." "That heat is a result of my anger, Percy. If I'm going to continue spanking all of you, I have to be able to control my temper. Leaving a mark is never okay. I knew I was angry and I still tried to do it. All I had to do was hand the belt to Bill." "Yes, the irony. Yesterday, you should have given me the belt. Today, I'm going to give you the belt," Bill observed.

Percy objected instantly. "Please don't spank him, Bill. I should not have spoken so. When I think of what I would do to these 4 if they even tried half of what I've gotten away with… Let's just say their whole bottoms would be blisters, especially if they'd spoken of Mum that way." "No, Percy, leaving even the slightest of marks in any form is not okay. Honestly, Bill, I feel rotten. I swear to you it won't happen again. In fact, I think you should be the only one giving object-spankings out of us kids. I will use nothing but my hand until you say otherwise," Charlie promised. The younger Weasley children held their breath. They had never seen anyone talk Bill out of a spanking once he'd decided to give one. None of them were anxious to see Charlie get one now.

"If I allow the blister to slide this once, you had better follow your terms to the letter. You will use ONLY your hand until you have permission to do otherwise. If I catch you object-spanking, I will start with Mum's hairbrush, followed by Dad's ruler, my belt, the cane, and my hand. You'll have ten from each, is that clear?" demanded Bill. "I understand, Bill." "Very well, I will let the blister slide." "You're the best big brother in the world." "Yeah, if I was really a good brother, I'd teach you. You just don't want your butt warmed." "I really don't," Charlie grinned. "I didn't either," Percy spoke up. "You both earned it," Bill answered. "You're not alone in your plight, Perce. I got it good from George just last week," Ron sympathized. "Ron, you know better than to misbehave at school," Bill scolded. "Trust me, Bill, I paid my dues," Ron answered.

"Yeah, I should tell you two about that," George spoke up. "Georgie," Ron warned. "You're off the hook, Ronnie, but after that last conversation, I need to speak up." Ron nodded, George was right. "I object-spanked him with a strap," George admitted. "You strapped him, George?" snarled Charlie. The strap was considered the severest of objects. In fact, the five youngest Weasley children had never been strapped and had only heard of Bill doing it to Charlie once. "George, you've never received a strapping and you had no right to give one." "I didn't have a choice, Bill." "What offense could possibly be so heinous that you would think you could strap him?" barked Charlie. "I slapped Heromine," Ron spoke up. "You did what?" asked Bill quietly. Ginny broke in. "You gave her that bruise? She told all of us that she'd been clumsy with a book in the library," she snarled sharply.

"We were arguing rather fiercely. She got in my space and pushed on my chest and the next thing I knew my hand was up and I had slapped her. Fred and George were in the common room with us and they saw it happen. When I talked to Heromine she said George's reaction actually made her feel better." "She forgave you?" snapped Ginny. Ron nodded. "I had a long conversation with her which included me getting down on my knees to apologize. She said it was hard to stay mad at me with the image of George dragging me out of the common room, already landing spankings on my jeans." Ginny crossed the room and slapped her brother across the face. "Ginny," the rest of her brothers said at the same time. "That's so he knows how it feels," she snapped. "Enough, Ginerva, Ron has already been punished for his crime. A strapping is like nothing you've ever gotten. It is almost impossible to not leave marks," Bill spoke.

Ron tugged at one of his ears. "Isn't strapping an exception to the rule?" asked Fred. Bill nodded. "Yes, strappings are allowed to leave marks. It is the only exception and it is only to a certain extent. Drop 'em, Ron, I want to see what marks were left." Ron looked at George. His older brother had paled a bit. It had been really difficult for George to strap his baby brother, but he'd done it because it needed to be done. He didn't need to see the marks. Ron knew this. "George doesn't need to see them, Bill; I won't show them with him present." Bill sighed, stepped forward, and caught Ron by the arm. He landed two quick swats on the seat of his little brother's pants. "We'll try this again. Drop 'em, Ron, I want to see the marks and I want George to see them, too. It is part of doing it," Bill insisted. Ron sighed before lowering his jeans and shorts. George swallowed hard and fought the urge to close his eyes. It would only get him spanked and Bill was right, it was part of doing it. He had simply hoped to avoid this part, but he had lost that hope the moment he fessed up to Bill and Charlie.

The marks were healing. They had never been particularly bad, but now at least a few of them had faded. Bill moved closer and he could see where a couple had faded. "All right," Bill said softly. Ron pulled his clothes back up. "I want the four of you to go upstairs. Charlie, Percy, and I have some things to discuss." Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny headed upstairs. "Oi, Bill, Georgie was really stuck between a rock and a hard place. Ron needed to be strapped for that, but George knows he doesn't have the authority," Charlie shook his head. "He did what had to be done, when it had to be done. The alternative would have been trying to reach one of you two, but was there really time for that? It was something that needed to be corrected instantly. Honestly, Bill, what would you have had him do?" asked Percy. "I understand why he did it and I agree it was necessary, but it just isn't something I can let slide." "That doesn't answer my question," Percy replied softly. "George, come down here, please." A moment later, they heard George come out of his bedroom. And Ron come out of his. "Get back in there, Ronnie. You have no place in this." "Bloody hell I don't, it's my fault!" "It was my choice, Ron, and you know full well that you won't influence Bill's decision. Do as you're told." George came downstairs alone.

"I know that I have always told you that the time for a punishment is at the time of the crime. However, this is one instance in which it should've waited long enough for Charlie or me to get there. I'm sorry, Georgie, I really am. Merlin knows I hate to do it, but I have to." "As I just told Ron, it was my choice. I strapped him knowing well enough that I'd catch it should you hear of it having been done. Try to understand, Bill, that just as you have to do it now; I had to do it then." Bill nodded. George lowered his trousers and his shorts and bent over his mother's kitchen table. Bill conjured a strap. "Bill," Percy's voice cracked. "He never should have given it without having gotten it, Percy. Turnabout is fair play, love." "There's nothing fair about it, Bill." "Aye, Charlie." Percy hid his face in Charlie's chest while Bill strapped George. It was awful just to hear it. George managed not to cry out on the first one, but the second one proved too much. By the sixth and final one, he was screaming. Ron had been, too. The final scream was smothered by Bill's chest. Bill pressed kisses repeatedly to George's head. "It was never a lesson I meant to teach you, Georgie."

Fred came flying down the stairs. He wiggled into Bill and George's embrace. George clung to his twin. "There now, Georgie, it's over." George took a few deep breaths and swiped at his tears. He pulled back from his brothers. "Ron!" He reached out to grab his youngest brother, for all of the Weasley children were downstairs now. George crushed Ron to his chest. "I can't believe I did that you. Merlin's beard, had I known, I never would have… Oh, I would have gladly waited for Bill. How did you manage to take that and at Hogwarts, no less?" "I just kept picturing Hermione's face," Ron admitted. "Bill," Fred's tone was pure acid. "Freddie," George started. "Explain to me what the BLOODY HELL that proved! That a strapping hurts? Of course it does, but you can't give it until you've gotten it? Who in Merlin's beard came up with that rubbish?" "That would be me, Fredrick." Fred blanched at the sound of his father's voice. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had returned early, eager to spend time with their children. George took the moment to straighten his clothes, though his bottom protested. "Not one night, dears?" Mrs. Weasley sounded defeated. "I think all of you had better go on up to bed. We shall sort this out tomorrow." The children obeyed Mr. Weasley. It was a bit satisfying to see Bill get a smack on the bottom as he passed their father.

"Am I to understand that you just got spanked for spanking me for spanking Ron, Bill?" asked George. "No, Georgie, that little swat was for not being able to manage one night of peace for Mum's sake. While the seven of us will always be their responsibility, we have each taken an interest in teaching our siblings. This means that it was my job to keep things settled tonight and after all that went on, I'd say that swat was well earned." "It is not your fault that things went as they did, Bill. Timing is everything," George pointed out. "Father understands that. If he didn't, I would have been over Mum's kitchen table, love. Now, off to bed, you lot or Dad will have spankings for us all." "I'm in no shape for that," George chuckled. "Aye," agreed Ron. "I wouldn't enjoy it either," Percy put in. Everyone exchanged hugs and kisses and a few tender words before they went their separate ways; Ginny to her room, Fred and Georg to theirs, Percy and Ron to theirs, and Bill and Charlie to theirs. "You'd have ended up spanking Fred before it was all over, aye, Billy?" asked Charlie. "I expect so. That was his aim." "You'd never have strapped him, but they do tend to do everything together…" "You're right." "About which part?" asked Charlie. "All of it," Bill shrugged. He and Charlie smooched goodnight, stripped to their shorts and crawled into their beds.