Harry tensed at the brisk swats to his bottom. He squirmed and wiggled, but the witch was unrelenting. She kept a hand on his back and spanked in a steady rhythm. After 20 swats, she stopped and Harry relaxed. He felt her pick up a brush. "This is a nice, solid brush, Harry. It's made of mango wood" she said, and patted his bottom lightly with it. To his utter surprise, Harry found his bottom warming at the touch of the brush. The witch saw it too, as Harry's bottom glowed lightly. "Ah, now we're getting somewhere" said the witch, and drew the brush back. She spanked Harry's cheek lightly, and the brush did its work, its magic imparting a deep sting. She smiled as she saw Harry's cheek turn bright pink. Now her job was to "teach" the brush how Harry's bottom was. Five more spanks would be ample to cover the little bottom with generous overlaps!
Harry waited for the pat like the times before, but he heard a sharp CRACK as the brush spanked his left cheek. And then came the red hot sting, lighting up his bottom. "Ow!" Harry yelped, trying to squirm away from the brush. But though he wiggled, his bottom stayed where it was! "Hush now, Harry" the witch who was spanking him said "Just a few more now, and the brush will be ready for you" She gave another spank to his left cheek. "Please, that's enough" Harry said, trying to cover himself up. "Now, now, love... This is not a real spanking, it's going to be over on" the witch soothed, and then spanked his cheeks again. Two more spanks, a lot more sting. Helplessly, Harry felt tears run down his cheeks. The witch saw the little wizard's bottom was rosy all over, but his sit spots were still only pink from the warm up. Well, that won't do!
"All right, dear.. Time for your sit spots. Two down there, and we're done" said the witch. Harry twisted round. What on earth was a sit spot? "Your sit spot is right here, Harry," the witch patted the lowermost part of his bottom with her hand, "it'll sting a lot more here, and if you're spanked here you won't sit down comfortably for a while. Spanking your sit spots will ensure that you remember your lesson, so each time you present your bare bottom for discipline, you'll get a few juicy ones right here." She patted his back again. "Head down now, love" She placed the brush on his bottom and muttered "sit spots." Harry felt his bottom arch up, so that his so-called 'sit spot' was well and truly in position. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anticipation. "CRACK!" the brush came down, and Harry kicked his feet and punched the chair... It was truly unbearable! Before long though, the witch had landed an equally smarting blow to his other cheek. Harry sobbed, his tears running freely. The witch rubbed his back. "Hush love, it's over pet. Hush now." Harry whimpered as his clothes righted themselves, and he was gently pulled up to sit on the witch's lap. He was sobbing! She dried his tears and held him, rubbing his back till he stopped, then waved her wand at the door, unlocking it. Almost immediately, Hagrid stuck his head in. "All done? That took a long time!" He boomed, as he walked up to Harry. "Come on, then" he gathered Harry up into a bear hug. Harry gave his bottom a rub. The sting was fading rapidly, but the hugs almost made it worth it! "Go on to the front room and finish your purchase young man! You're all set for school now" the witch said with a pat on his back.
Hagrid lowered Harry to the ground and they went to the front room. The witch there smiled at Harry, saying "Turn around dear. Time for a little healing spell" Harry obeyed, and felt something brush against his bottom. The sting disappeared completely!
Harry paid the witch ten galleons for the brush, and took it from her gingerly. It was dark brown, a large wicked looking oval back and stiff bristles, and had his name embossed on the handle, and a long fine chain running through the end of the handle. "Tap your name, dear" said the witch. Harry tapped the embossed lettering, and the brush shrunk to till it was a mere inch long. "Ye put it round your neck, Harry. Anytime a teacher needs to discipline you, they can just summon it." Hagrid told him with a grin. Harry winced. Why was everyone so happy about him getting spanked? He was not going to break a single rule at Hogwarts, he decided, as he put the chain around his neck.