"Come in!" came Professor McGonagall's crisp voice. Harry's stomach clenched, and he heard Ron's gulp next to him. The two little first years looked at each other with pale faces, and then, with a shaking hand, Ron pushed the door open and walked in. Harry followed, dragging his steps.

The room was large, draped in red and gold. Heavy bookcases stood against the walls, and large windows were open at the back of the room. Professor McGonagall sat behind a large Mahogany desk, looking straight at the boys as they stepped through the door.

" and Mr. Weasley! Here on a Tuesday for losing 20 points each. Do you remember why you lost the points, boys?" Her voice was sharp, and the boys stood silently. "Speak up, . What happened yesterday?"

"Professor, we, I mean I, um, accidentally, spilt" McGonagall watched him sternly "a drop of soup on Professor Snape's shirt." He finished quickly. " , it was a bowl full of soup. And Professor Snape and two of the Slytherins heard whisper 'one, two, three' to you before it fell on him."

Ron bowed his head."You Mr. Potter? Have you anything to add? What happened in History of Magic today?"

Harry opened his mouth, but it seemed that he'd forgotten how to talk "Um, Professor, we weren't trying to-"

"Enough, both of you! You knew you were not only breaking rules, you were wilfully misbehaving." McGonagall continued, her voice quiet and hard. "Not liking a teacher does not mean you can act this way, boys. This is not accepted at Hogwarts." Both boys flinched. "You will both be soundly spanked today, and if I see this sort of behaviour again, I'll spank you every night for a whole week." At the word spanking, Harry's heart seemed to miss a beat.

" , you grew up in a Muggle home. Were you spanked?" Harry shook his head. He had been beaten with a belt, starved and locked in a cupboard, but they had never put him over their laps and spanked him. "Mr. Weasley, unless you never misbehaved as a child, you were spanked." It was a statement, not a question, and Ron nodded. "Very well, then, you will go first. Mr.

McGonagall stood up and walked around the desk, casually waving her wand at a footstool to make it a large, armless chair. " , go stand in that corner, with your face to the wall. , give me your chain."

Harry fled to the corner, happy to be out of the Professor's gaze, even for a short while. "Lie across my lap, ." he heard, and felt sweat run down his back. After a short time of rustling fabric, he heard the first smack, making his spine go cold.

That was louder than what he had heard over the witches' lap! And those smacks had hurt! Ron was getting a steady stream of smacks though..and he hadn't made a sound! After a few minutes, the smacking stopped, and Harry held his breath. Was he next?

However, what came next was a quiet pop. Ron let out a little gasp, and Harry wondered what it was! "Now , brace yourself for the hairbrush." He heard the Professor say. Of course, that horrible brush expanding! Harry realised. And then, came a sharp crack, which made him flinch. This time, Ron let out a stifled yelp. Over and over fell the hairbrush, and Ron started to sob. Then, came his voice, sounding younger than Harry had ever heard it "Ow, Ow..Professor, I'm sorry, I'll be good, please don't…" Ron sobbed right through his pleas. A few more hard cracks, and the hairbrush stopped.

Harry's hands trembled. He could not survive that! Would it be better to tell the Professor that he wanted to go back to his Aunt? How was Ron? Was he going to be OK?

"Hush, , Hush" he heard, in a very gentle voice. Was the Professor consoling Ron? "That's it, breathe now, it's over…" It was the Professor, in a very kind voice. All right, now? Good boy! Now, go on, switch places with "

The moment had arrived. Harry heard Ron's footsteps behind him and turned around. Ron's eyes were swollen and his face red, and he was rubbing his bottom. He managed a small smile to Harry, however, before facing the wall.

Harry walked to the Professor, hands shaking and mouth dry. "Quickly now, !" she said, making his walk a little faster. The Professor said. "Now, Mr. Potter, you have not been spanked, is that correct?" Harry managed a nod.

"You do know the procedure, from when you bought the hairbrush?" Harry nodded again. "Right, give me your chain, !" Harry drew the chain from his robe with a shaking hand and held it out. The tiny brush on the end looked evil! The Professor put it on the desk behind her.

"Now, I'm going to give you a full spanking, which will hurt more than what you received that day. However, this is not going to cause any lasting damage, you understand?" Harry nodded, and the Professor patted her lap. "Let's get this over with, " she said.

Harry climbed over her lap, almost ready to cry. The Professor guided him into position, his shoulders and head resting on the chair's cushions. He felt a little gust of air, which he now realised as magic, and then his robes flipped up his back. Harry looked at the huge open windows and raised his head in panic. McGonagall gave his head a rub. "The windows are charmed, . No one can see inside the room. There's no one else here, child, no need for embarrasment" she said. The gentle words surprised Harry, but then, his bottom lifted into position and his pants moved down, baring his bottom.

McGonagall looked at the little bare bottom before her. Harry was James Potter's son, alright! She smiled at the memory of dozens of spankings given over her lap - almost once a week, till he finished his OWLs. She rested her left hand on Harry's back. Unnecessary, for the spell would hold him in position, but the child was terrified. Now, that, was different from James, who was already taking spankings in stride by the time he came to Hogwarts. She checked herself. Right now, she had a duty to do. She raised her hand and brought it down firmly on Harry's left cheek.

The smack hurt! Harry winced, but again, the spell was holding him immobile, and his bottom remained up for the Professor to spank. The next one fell on his right cheek, and the Professor started spanking in a steady rhythm. His bottom hurt! Harry tried to wiggle and squirm, and within the first dozen spanks, "ow"s and "ah"s escaped from his mouth.

The Professor did not relent, till Harry's bottom seemed red hot. After a dozen spanks to each cheek, the Professor stopped. Tears were falling down Harry's cheeks now. "Right, , time for the hairbrush." Harry began to sniffle."Next time, before you misbehave, remember how your bottom feels now, ." she said, and Harry heard the dreaded "Pop" sound again.

The Professor tapped the hairbrush against his hurting bottom, and Harry strained against the bonds holding him. But he heard the loud CRACK! as the hairbrush met his bottom, and the sting was more painful than in the shop. "Owwwww!" Harry yelled out. The sting seemed to go down, and that instant, the hairbrush hit his other cheek. Harry began to sob, his arms and feet flailing.

Professor McGonagall felt sorry for the child on her lap. It was clear that he had not been spanked before! However, she carried on, giving Harry six more spanks with the hairbrush before pausing. Harry could not believe the sting. He yelled with each spank, sobbing loudly in between. Then he felt his bottom arch up again.

He remembered the part about the sit spots, and wanted to run away. But then, he clenched his teeth. He wasn't a Gryffindor for anything! He could take this!

Professor McGonagall brought the brush down on Harry's sit spot. The CRACK! was louder, enough to make her wince. That hairbrush knew Harry's bottom all right! Harry closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth at the unbearable sting. Three more followed right on his sit spots, and he could not stand the pain. He dug his nails into the cushions.

And then, the Professor was rubbing his back. "It's over, child, you took that very well." she said, as Harry sobbed. "Hush, ." he heard her say as his clothes righted themselves. Then, the Professor gently helped him up, and put an arm around him. "Now, Harry, your punishment is over. Calm down.." she said, handing him a tissue and ruffling his hair. Harry struggled to stop crying, his bottom was still on fire. Slowly, as his tears stopped, the Professor pulled him away.

"Mr Weasley, come over here." she called. Ron ambled over, his cheeks tear stained. She ruffled his hair as well. "Now, boys, have you learnt a lesson?"

The boys nodded. The Professor picked up the hairbrushes, giving them a tap with her wand. She gave the chains back to the boys. "Good. I hope I will not have to do this again." the Professor said, not with any real hope. "You may return to your common room, boys" she said, and Harry and Ron almost ran out.