Ginny stood up from the bed, letting her nightgown drop to the floor immediately, like she always did. She wasn't shy like she once was with him now; she made no efforts to conceal her body from him. She was his for the taking.
Draco slipped his wand from his trousers and gave it a flick; Ginny felt herself forced to bend over the bed, giving a small whimper and closing her eyes. She knew what was coming…
It happened during every one of their visits in some way. Sometimes it was by magic, even a very light application of the Cruciatus curse. Other times he used his hands or objects. She guessed this time it would be like that.
It was, but it was different. It was just like the first time again; he brought his hand back and simply spanked her, lightly at first. Each swat grew harder and more aggressive until the sound of it echoed, possibly down the hall. Ginny tried to cover her mouth to block the sound of her cries.
"Shh…" Ginny tried to hush nervously, afraid he would wake up James. Draco chuckled, waving his wand and blocking noise from leaving the room before setting it down again. His swats continued, now as hard and as furious as he desired. She whimpered louder and louder until whimpers became cries.
He reached for his wand again and then lashed it, and she felt something like a whip hitting her now. With every lash it was harder against her ass, her sides and her back.
"It stops when you tell me what you know I want to hear…" Draco said calmly, the lashings growing more painful, more aggressive as she felt herself dampen between her legs.
"I'm… I'm Draco's slut," she groaned timidly, distracted by the severe stinging spreading with each strike.
He reached all the way back and seemed to focus for a moment, then gave one long and furious lash with his wand. The pain was excruciating and she screamed, screamed so loud she knew everybody on her block would have heard if there had been no enchantment set to quiet the noise.
"Like you mean it, Ginny," Draco said, his tone warning her…
She began to breathe heavily and, as always, couldn't help the feeling of excitement that came over her. When he had taken her the first time, the magic he'd placed on her that gave her the most intense orgasm of her life, had done much more than she'd ever affected. That spell, forcing her to think the things she did and say what she did in that moment, had damaged her mind. Pleasure and Draco were one and the same now. She was addicted. That first time had been by choice, yes, but now her body seemed to act on its own for him, defying all reason.
"I'm Draco's slut," she repeated again. This time she was compliant. Loyal. Honest. Needy, almost against her own will, for more as she heard the sound of his trousers unzipping behind her and turned her head to look back.