Warnings and Disclaimers: There is spanking in this chapter and no, I still don't own the HP Characters. I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

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Remus tumbled out of bed and landed on flat on his back. He opened his eyes slowly and grimaced as he shut them again. His brain was threatening to burst straight through his skull as he moved up slowly to his knees and rested his head on the mattress. He whispered softly, "Sirius..."

Sirius was submerged in a sea of red duvet and pillows. He moaned and raised one left arm from under the pillow, "Moony. Not now. Not so loud."

"I think we're going to die."

"You definitely will if you don't pipe down, Moons."

Remus sighed and crawled back in his bed, throwing the covers over his head. He peeked at the clock and the piercing red hands of it reading 6:30 in the morning. He'd only been asleep for two hours and had every intention to sleep the entire day away. He allowed the darkness to come and faded away silently. He didn't even attempt a cuddle with his boyfriend no more than two feet from his reach.

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Dumbledore woke up promptly and began to ready himself for an eventful day he had planned for his two wayward children. He pulled on his brightly colored red and gold robes that trailed the floor. He donned his half moon spectacles and smiled mischievously in the mirror, the twinkle in his eyes shining brightly. At precisely 7:30 a.m., he made his way to Remus' bedroom and swung the door open. He gazed at the two sleeping forms and smiled to himself as he moved to the large window on the third floor. He pulled the curtains back with a flick of his wand of their bed as well as the window's curtains. The boys' heads sprung up out of bed as the sun shone on their faces. Sirius squinted his eyes and Remus bowed his head between his arms.

"Headmaster. It's too early," Sirius complained.

"Yes, please. Sir? Can we go back to sleep? We don't feel so good," Remus said as he attempted to control the sick feeling in his stomach.

"It's such a beautiful day, boys! Time to rise and shine."

They both covered their ears and groaned. Sirius whimpered, "Too loud. So loud."

"Oh, does the noise bother you, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore smirked as he flicked his wand, making the alarm sound off a few octaves louder than normal.

They covered their ears and cringed in pain. They fell flat into the bed and writhed in pain as they attempted to block out the sound. Remus looked up at Dumbledore with large puppy dog eyes. He whimpered in pain, "Please, Sir."

Dumbledore arched a brow and looked at him over his glasses. He motioned his hand and turned the alarm clock off. "I suggest you boys get out of bed immediately. You have a full day ahead."

"Sir?" They both questioned and tried to pulled the duvet back over their very hung over forms. Dumbledore sighed for a moment and rose his hand again, pushing the sheets and covers off the bed onto the floor with a flick of his wrist. They finally surrendered and stood to their feet. Remus held the post at the end of his side of the bed while Sirius held up himself with the post at the head of his side.

"Now, there's a pair of good boys. You'll both get dressed and meet me in the dining room in thirty minutes. We will discuss what you're to do today. You both, I am sure, know that you are in tremendous trouble from your behavior last night and will be punished."

Remus barely could keep his eyes open as he bent his knees and held onto the post with his right hand. He, at some point, had taken off his shirt during the night when he became too hot. His tiny stomach was moving up and down as he took one hand and covered his mouth. He looked up at Dumbledore, "Sorry. I have to-" He rushed to the lavatory hastily and Dumbledore looked at Sirius. He held on to his stomach and the Headmaster pointed down the hall as he said, "Take a right and third door to your left."

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Remus shivered while he shoveled the snow off the pathway in front of Dumbledore's estate. He attempted to focus his eyes into the blinding white snow. He glanced over at Sirius as he shoveled slowly and breathed out, "Padfoot, this really bites."

"I don't have the energy to do manual labor. I think he's literally trying to kill us."

Remus nodded and tried his best to shovel the snow. He jabbed the shovel in the thick blanket and rested his hands on top of the handle, laying his forehead on top of them. "I am never drinking another drop of alcohol."

"Well, maybe not that much. I really have no clue how much we had."

"Enough to get us in deep water with Dumbledore. After we finish this, we have to manually clean the kitchen. He gave the house elves the day off and this is our punishment."

"I hope this is all we have to do today. I only want to sleep."

"Knowing him, it probably isn't. He's just as sneaky as we are."

"Oh, I don't know, Moony. We can be sneaky."

"True but he's kind of the master at it."

"Might as well get this over with. You almost done with your side?"

"Yeah, then to the kitchens."

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Dumbledore watched as the pair completed their chores for the day. He observed from his desk in his study as they finished their task of dusting the shelves in his vast library. He scratched his quill across the parchment as he signed his initials off on the lessons planned for the start of the next term from Professor McGonagall. Sirius and Remus stood in front of his desk with their hands behind their backs and heads lowered, looking as though they would fall asleep at any given moment.

"Are you boys finished?"

"Yes, Sir," they answered in unison.

"Now," he said as he stood up and walked in front of the duo. He crossed his arms over his chest and peered at them over his bespectacled face.

"I have kept you both busy today for a few reasons. I see no sense in giving you the spanking you so richly deserve while you're hung over but you needed to understand the severity of your actions. Any number of things could have happened to you two last night. Why did you choose to violate my explicit orders? All I asked was for you to adhere to your curfew and no drinking alcohol."

Remus swallowed hard and whispered, "Sorry, Sir."

"If you are not, you will be. Your punishment is not over. You will set your alarm clock for 6:30 in the morning and I expect you to enter my bedroom at precisely 7:00. You need only wear your pyjamas. When I am finished with you, Sirius you will come report to my room as well. Are we clear, boys?"

"Yes, Sir," Remus lowered his head and chewed his lower lip nervously. He glanced at Sirius when he replied that he understood.

"Very well, boys. Get ready for bed and I will see you in the morning."

They nodded and turned to leave the Headmaster's presence.

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Sirius and Remus threw off their soiled work clothes and readied themselves for a quick shower. Most of the nausea had left their bodies and only a slightly throbbing headache pounded. Remus cleaned himself up in the bedroom bathroom and Sirius took the one in the hall. After they dressed in their night attire, they curled up in bed and Sirius looked over at Remus.

"How bad is it going to be?"

"Well, I've never misbehaved this bad before, Padfoot. I think it's going to be the worst."

Sirius nodded and pulled Remus closer to him, letting the thin boy rest his head on his chest. He leaned forward and kissed the top of the werewolf's head.

"I'm sorry I got you into trouble."

"It's just as much my burden as yours, love. I, honestly, had fun. We probably could have done without the booze, though."

Sirius smiled as they relaxed. "I had fun with you, too. You dance really well."

"I merely mirrored what you were doing."

"Well, if we ever get out of punishment and are allowed to go out another time, I would like to take you dancing all over again."

"I'd really love that," Remus said while he smiled up at Sirius. Padfoot looked into his lover's eyes deeply and sighed. He brushed his lips over Remus' tenderly, slowly easing into a passionate kiss. Remus nuzzled into the crook of Sirius' neck when the kiss broke and raised his hand to set the alarm with a flick of wandless magic.

"Sleep well, love."

"Good night, Moony."

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The slow, loud beeping started far too early for Remus' liking. It seemed as though it had summoned him awake just as he was lost deep in his sleep. He groaned as he looked at the time showing 6:30. He pushed himself slowly out of bed and went to the bathroom. He combed his hair and brushed his teeth, grabbing his jeans but then put the back on the hanger. He remembered that the Headmaster wanted him in his pyjamas. That's not going to be much protection at all. He grabbed a white t-shirt and smoothed out the thin, grey bottoms. Glancing at his watch, he noticed it was ten minutes until seven. With a grave sigh, he moved from the safety of the bedroom and Sirius' warm embrace to face whatever judgment Dumbledore deemed necessary.

He lifted his shaky hand to the door and knocked three times. He tensed at the sound of Dumbledore's voice. Normally, he was a cheerful, upbeat man. However, when he was to punish Remus, his tone was more strict and incredibly fatherly.

"Come in."

Remus wiggled his bared toes and pulled down the ends of his shirt, hoping in vain to cover his backside. He pushed the door open and noticed Dumbledore sitting in an armless, high-back chair. He rose his finger for Remus to approach him and the boy nodded, closing the door behind him. Dumbledore rose his wand hand and performed the silencing charm over the room. Remus stood in front of him and couldn't seem to meet the older wizard's gaze. He stared at the floor and kept his hands behind his back.

"Young man, you have a world of explaining to do. I trust you feel better than yesterday morning."

"Yes, Sir."

"Very good. I am sure you know the essentials of what to expect from us meeting this morning."

"Yes, Sir. I am very sorry."

"Why did you choose to disobey me, Remus? I am so very," Please, don't say that. Not that word, "disappointed in you, boy."

Remus gulped and closed his eyes. "I didn't intend to, Sir. Things got out of hand and we drank more than we planned."

"So, you planned to drink before you even arrived?"

"No, I mean. S-Si-Sir. I didn't m-m-mean it like that."

"How did you mean it, then?"

"When we got at the club, we were only going to have a few drinks and dance. I thought it would be wrong but I-I didn't think a few would matter. They had free beer-"

"And because it was free, you thought that it would be all right."

"Not at first but then it got tempting. And we lost track of the time. I don't remember a lot."

"So, you don't remember all the noise you made coming home at 4:30 in the morning?"

Remus' eyes widened as he looked up at Dumbledore, "Sir?"

"You had to carry Sirius up the stairs. You both were quite boisterous, trying your hardest not to wake me up so you wouldn't get caught. You, obviously, were caught."

"I-I'm so sorry."

"I know you are, son. You are going to be punished. You deliberately disobeyed me without just cause. You could have been hurt last night in the state you were in. It is astounding either of you made it home unscathed. I realize you are nearly eighteen but I will make it very clear to you. I don't care how old you are, my boy. If you do anything like this ever again that causes you to be in harm's way or endangering another, you will be dealt with in the manner necessary that aligns with the transgression. Are we clear?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"I love you very much, Remus."

"I love you, too."

"Now, step to my right side and lay across my lap. You will be spanked by my hand and then we will move on to the next phases of your chastisement."

Phases? Oh, bloody hell.

Remus took in a deep breath and did as he was instructed. He draped his body across Albus' thighs and laid his hands palms down on the floor, raising on his tiptoes. He lowered his head between his arms and felt his long, stray bangs touching his nose. The next thing he felt was Dumbledore's flattened hand resting across the center of his pyjama clad backside. He closed his azure eyes tight and clenched his jaw. Dumbledore wrapped his left arm around Remus' waist, pulling him in closer. He felt a few light taps on his backside and the sound of the Headmaster's soft voice, "Are you ready, my boy?"

Remus nodded his head. "Yes, Sir."

Dumbledore raised his hand high in the air and smacked his hand firmly on upturned bottom before him. He quickly peppered his thinly clad cheeks, causing Remus to squirm over his lap. The wayward wolf kept his hands firmly on the floor as he accepted his reprimand. The spanking seemed to last an eternity when the hand finally came to a halt. Remus allowed a breath to escape his lips, trying dreadfully hard to hold back the tears. He knew that he would leave his room crying and his efforts were in vain, but he still had to try.

He whimpered softly when a finger hooked into his pyjama bottoms, pulling them to his knees along with his boxers. He pushed Remus' t-shirt to the center of his back and looked at the crimson bottom on display before him and rose his hand.

"Accio Hairbrush!"

Remus' eyes widened at the incantation and begged, "Oh, Please, Sir!"

"Do you feel as this is not warranted, boy?"

"W-w-well, no. But-"

Dumbledore tapped his bottom with the cool back of the woodened hairbrush. He let it rest on the trembling cheeks and circled the sit spots of his cheeks tauntingly. Dumbledore lifted his knee to elevate Remus' exposed posterior to him, angling his target for easy access. He lifted his arm and cleared his throat. Aiming for the sit spot area and tops of Remus' thighs, he lectured the chastised boy draped over his lap.

"I trusted you and Sirius to do the correct thing while in my home. You've been under my care since you were eleven. I've built a trusting relationship with you over the years. Then, you break my rules. I don't have many of them. Do you recognize the severity of your actions? Do you realize that you could have been seriously hurt? Or Mr. Black?"

Remus winced as the strokes fell in time with each of the Headmaster's words. The throbbing in his backside and his heart at the sound of his disappointment were too much to take. He lowered his head and wept. He whimpered softly, "Y-yes, Sir. Please. Please, I'm so sorry. I won't do it...OW OUCH...I'll never do it again! AHH!"

"I certainly hope that you will not, boy. I trusted you. I am very disappointed in your lack of judgment. This is more serious than a prank of crickets in the Slytherin dungeons!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Remus' entire body trembled as he sobbed. The worst part was not the wooden brush landing on his backside. The hurt and betrayal in Dumbledore's voice broke his heart. He hoped that he would be able to regain the trust of the elderly wizard. He had done so much for him. He breathed a sigh of relief when the swats ceased and laid weakly over Dumbledore's lap. He brought his right hand up to his face, rubbing the tears from his face and sniffled. "Please, forgive me. Please, Sir."

"You are very special to me, son. I never want to lose you over something as trivial as drinking. If you wanted to drink, then ask me to let you try it in my home. Under my supervision," Dumbledore said as he laid the brush to the side. He rubbed the small of Remus' back.

"I don't think I ever want to drink again. My head is still pounding," Remus whispered softly through his tears.

Dumbledore smiled softly and pulled Remus up from his position, letting him sit on his lap. He hugged the thin lad close to him and smoothed his hair light brown hair from his face. "You're a good boy. You just make unwise decisions at times."

"I'm really, completely sorry. I never meant to make you disappointed in me."

"I know. I forgive you. I do want to ensure you never forget this lesson, though."

"I won't, Sir."

"The last part of the punishment and then all will be forgiven. There is still the subject of being five hours late for your curfew."

Remus swallowed hard and looked up in Dumbledore's eyes. The man returned his gaze over his half moon spectacles and nodded, "I am sure you know what is to be expected over something this dire."

Remus closed his eyes and lowered his forehead on the other man's shoulder. He whispered softly, "The tawse?"

"And you know where it's kept and what is to be expected. Ten strokes."

Remus nodded gradually and stood slowly from his lap, kicking off his sleeping bottoms. He took in a deep breath and went to the Headmaster's cabinet. He stretched out a shaky hand, retrieving the tawse from the hook on the inside of the door. Dumbledore arranged the three pillows at the foot of the bed and waited for Remus to return to him at the left side of the bed. The young man stood in front of Dumbledore and held out his hands with the tawse draped across his palms. He lowered his eyes to the taller man and whispered, "Sir. I am so sorry for disobeying you. I deserve to be punished."

Dumbledore took the forked leather implement from him and nodded. "Yes, you do. Please, place yourself across the pillows."

"Thank you, Sir," Remus said as he stood in front of the pillows. He lifted the ends of his shirt to fully expose his bottom and leaned forward, resting his hips on the soft pillows. He rested on his elbows and bowed his head between his arms. Dumbledore watched as his young charge got into position and lowered his eyes sadly.

"Ten Strokes, boy. Please, keep count or I will be forced to restart."

"Yes, Sir," Remus said while arching his back and closed his eyes tightly. Bracing himself, he felt the Headmaster lay the tawse on his bared bottom and drag it across him slowly.

"Are you ready?"

Remus nodded and gripped the duvet securely between his trembling fingers.

"Yes, Sir."

Dumbledore wrapped his fingers around the handle of the tawse, lifting it over his shoulder, and sent it through the air. With a flick of the wrist, the sound of leather meeting unprotected flesh resonated throughout the room.

CRACK!

"One, Sir!"

CRACK, CRACK!

"Two, Sir! Three, Sir!" Remus yelped and wiggled his hips across the pillows.

Swish THWACK! SLAP!

"F-four, Sir! Fi-Five, SIR! Ah, GOD!"

Dumbledore looked on Remus sympathetically and sighed. "Five more, my boy."

Remus held on to the duvet and whimpered, "Y-yes, Sir." He pushed his bottom up a bit more showing that he accepted his sentence.

"I never desire to repeat this, Remus." Dumbledore lifted the tawse again and sent two more strokes to the center of the quivering bottom.

"SIX, SIR! Seven, Sir!" Remus allowed his tears to flow freely from his deep blue eyes. He felt the next two strikes bite him mercilessly and gasped. "EIGHT, SIR! Nine, SIR!"

"Last stroke and it's all over, boy. Brace yourself."

Dumbledore eyed the point of contact and watched as Remus pushed his bottom up higher, keeping his globes perfectly motionless. Dumbledore aimed his next stroke to land at the under curve of Remus' backside, the sound echoing painfully across the large master bedroom. Remus buried his face in his arms and laid flat across the pillows. He sobbed out through his tears, "Ten, Sir. Thank you, Headmaster."

Dumbeledore laid the tawse on the bed and turned to recover Remus' sleeping bottoms. He placed them on the right side of the penitent young man and patted his back gently.

"You may stand and redress when you're capable. Take your time." Dumbledore sat beside him and rubbed his back gently while the wayward teen wept.

"I'm so sorry, Sir."

"I know, my boy. All is forgiven."

"I don't think I'll ever sit again. That was the worst I've ever gotten."

"That is the worst you've ever disobeyed me, Remus."

"It was only one time."

"Remus, look at me."

Remus turned his head to look up at his mentor. He rubbed at his tears and bit his lower lip. Dumbledore smiled at him kindly and pushed the stray hair from Remus' face.

"My boy, listen to me carefully. Sometimes, it only takes one misstep in judgment. Just one to cause something atrocious to happen. If we are not heedful in what we do, the worst can occur. I know your punishment seems harsh but reflect on what could have happened. You, yourself, admitted to not remembering much. Is that correct?"

Remus nodded and pushed himself off the bed. He grabbed his sleeping bottoms and pulled them over his frame cautiously, standing in front of Dumbledore. Dumbledore patted the spot beside him and Remus took a seat, "Yes, Sir."

"You could have been kidnapped. You could have stepped in front of a car in the muggle world and been hit. Drinking, when done recklessly, can be fatal. Even with not driving, any number of things could have happened. I expected you to be home at an aforementioned time and when you didn't show, I was worried beyond belief. I never received a Patronus from you. I was awake at that time not just because of the noise you made. I was on my way to search you boys out."

Remus lowered his head and bit his lip. "I don't know what to say."

"I know you're very sorry and you still have much to learn. You may be an adult, due to your age, but we all can learn something new every day. And if you remember nothing else, remember how much I earnestly do love and care for you. I don't want to see you hurt over something preventable."

Remus reached over and hugged Dumbledore. "I love you, Sir. Thank you for all you've done for me."

"Well, I know that your bottom is sore but-"

"I don't mean just that. You've kept me protected since being at Hogwarts and you've done more than I ever thought."

"It's only right. You're more than just a werewolf, Remus. You do have a heart of gold but you need to make sure you're protected."

"And I can't do that if I'm drunk, wandering the streets of London with my boyfriend?"

"Exactly. Speaking of which, I need to have my appointment with him."

Remus winced and nodded. "I don't think he's ever been punished like I just have been."

"I think that he may have been. Well, as far as the actual physical aspect but not the part we're doing at the moment."

Remus tilted his head, "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore smiled softly and took in a breath. "I feel our Mr. Black has had a not-so-pleasant childhood."

Remus nodded, "Right. He has mentioned it to me but not in detail."

"He will be punished but he will very much know that he is forgiven and loved. He is a mischievous boy but he is good at heart."

"He truly is. May I ask something, Sir?"

"Of course, my boy."

"Will you. I mean, will you be gentle?"

"He deserves a strict reprimand but I promise you, Remus. He will not have any doubts that I care for him as my own, just as I do with you."

"Thank you, Sir. He is special to me."

Dumbledore stood from the bed and nodded. Remus stood gingerly and rubbed his well-punished bottom carefully, closing his eyes. Dumbledore walked Remus to the door and smiled, "Don't worry, Remus. I promise, he will return in one piece."

Remus looked up at Dumbledore and stepped forward, giving him a final hug.

"See that he is awake and arrives here in the next forty minutes or so. I will be waiting. And remember, you are very much forgiven. Keep in mind that if you want another taste of alcohol, come to me and we will do so in a responsible manner. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

Remus turned and walked stiffly through the halls to return to his room. He lifted his left hand to his eyes, wiping away the tears which stained his features. The pain in his bottom was awfully prominent but the heaviness in his heart lifted. He reflected on the conversation with his long time mentor and came to one solid conclusion. Whatever it took, Padfoot would know what it was like for someone to love him unconditionally.

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A/N: I want to make the next Chapter devoted to Sirius. I think he deserves it ...much shall be revealed. Should have it posted up shortly (by this Sunday, hopefully), so won't have long to wait. Thanks for reading! R&R if you feel the need. The reviews are very much welcomed and encouraged.