Lessons that Day

"I advise you all to take a good look!" Said Umbridge in a voice that was high, soft, patronizing and menacing all at once. "These two girls attacked one of my best inquisitors motivated by pure jealousy and greed. They wanted to gain favour with me by cheating and attacking one of my own. They despicably left their poor victim naked and trapped for the whole school to see."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the irony of that last statement and continued to eye up the two witches at the front of the class. Daphne Greengrass and Malifecent Bulstrode were suspended about two feet off the ground. Their arms were secured behind their back with an invisible ****, presumably the same **** that kept their legs spread well outside the width of their shoulders. All body hair had been removed, permanently of course. Hermione glanced down at her own perfectly smooth slit and decided she was glad that hers would regrow in about a year, it was almost sad that those Slytherins will be completely bare the rest of their life.

As well as immediate expulsion, Umbridge's punishment for the "treacherous attackers" was that they were now acting as house elves; no wands allowed, indentured servitude to the school, and of course, no clothes. Instead of sleeping in the house elves quarters; however, Umbridge declared that they be suspended in the ground floor corridor after hours. Right next to the Slytherin inquisitor and with much less dignity left.

Hermione didn't feel too bad for them, they laughed at her when she tried to set up SPEW and it was only fitting they were treated like house elves now, especially fitting since Umbridge also had a certain disdain for non-human magical beings. Not to mention, Dumbledore would reverse their expulsion when he came back. He was definitely coming back, Hermione reassured herself.

Umbridge's self righteous sermon on order and loyalty seemed to be coming to an end so Hermione started to listen again.

"Today we shall be studying the slapping jinx. The incantation is saperenta. Please form two lines facing the targets. Slaves, position yourselves."

With a flick of Umbridge's wand, the naked Slytherins fell to the floor. The look of horror and humiliation in their red faces was adorable to Hermione.

"Please, Professor, it wasn't us, we didn't do it!" The girls begged pathetically which seemed to amuse Umbridge, but didn't affect her resolve.

"You will assume the position we discussed or I will introduce you to the giant squid. Now move!"

The slaves obediently turned away from their audience and displayed their beautiful buttocks to the class. They sheepishly spread their legs and bent over. Hermione could see them shaking and felt the thrill of **** coursing through her.

The rest of the class formed two eager lines and brandished their wands. The squeals of the slaves could be heard from accross the castle. Within five minutes the target bums were bright pink, within ten; deep red, and after twenty; dark purple. The squeals had turned to sobs and the slaves given up on begging. This was a welcome change from their previous snobbery and gloating over their naked classmates, but Hermione thought they could all use a bit more excitement.

Her next turn for the spell came and she was faced with the adorable bruised bottom of Daphne Greengrass and her cute little labia prominently displayed in between. Hermione smiled, if she aimed carefully this would go very well indeed, she pointed her wand and cast the jinx.

The spell hit the target perfectly, landing right between the lips and making a wet smacking sound as it did so. The slap of the spell was almost impossible to hear under the violent screech that Daphne made upon receiving it. She fell to the floor with her hands between her legs, crying miserably. Umbridge walked over with a brisk pace and a stern look of anger. Hermione grimaced, there were always consequences to ****, but she already knew it was worth it. However, to Hermione's surprise, Umbridge walked straight passed her and toward the ****.

"Get up, you worthless elf!" Umbridge scolded the **** and took out her wand, "I have told you, time and time again, that you are not permitted modesty of any kind when in my service."

"No, no please! Professor Umbridge! I am sorry, it was an accident! I was hit hard please forgive me." Daphne began to beg relentlessly but in vain.

"Silence!" Shouted Umbridge, shooting a silencing charm and then relentless slapping jinxes at the **** so the class could watch the naked young woman silently roll all over the floor.

"Well then," said Umbridge as she finished her business, a panting and bright red **** at her feet, "it appears this one is unable to continue, I think we should have another volunteer, anyone?"

Hermione had prepared herself for this, she was actually surprised Umbridge hadn't done this before torturing the poor ****.

"I believe I have a good grasp of the Jinx already, professor. I'll volunteer as a target if you like."

Umbridge almost fell over in shock, which made Hermione feel a little better.

"Um, excellent Miss Granger, please take the position next to our remaining ****."

Hermione turned to the front of the classroom and gave a knowing wink to some shocked naked witches as she did so. "If this doesn't show them that I can't be beaten by Umbridge, then nothing will." Hermione thought, feeling both hopeful and terrified at what was to come next.

Hermione was so lost in her nerves that she didn't hear the Umbridge tell the students to begin again. The first jinx surprised her and caused a little yelp to escape her lips and she staggered forward.

"Oh dear," laughed Umbridge, "is this too much for you? If you're not strong enough to take it, you could always ask one of your classmates to fill in for you." The glee in her voice at that suggestion was sickening.

"It's alright, Professor," responded Hermione as innocently as she could despite the bitter embarrassment she felt for showing weakness, "I was just caught off guard. Remember last lesson when you tried to jinx me for ages and I was fine?" Umbridge stopped smiling and Hermione caught Hannah and Parvati giggling at that comment.

The jinxes continued and Hermione managed to stop herself from crying out. She kept picturing how Alice had looked at her last night when she spoke about standing up to Umbridge. She pictured how Harry and Ron and almost all the other boys in the school had looked at her over the past two weeks and how good it felt when she caught them staring. She focused on the pitiful whimpers and screams of the the **** next to her, resolved to proving she was stronger than the dumb Slytherin bitch. Finally, she thought of the awe beneath the shock on the faces of the naked witches when she had bent herself over in front of hem, as if it was nothing to her.

Slap!

They were really starting to sting, Hermione just kept concentrating, it couldn't be much longer now.

Slap! Slap!

Hermione grimaced; she wasn't expecting two in such quick succession.

"Good idea, Draco. In combative magic, one slap is rarely enough to stagger an opponent sufficiently. I suggest you all now start to fire two spells in quick succession at the targets. Five points to Slytherin for intuition, Mister Malfoy."

Despite being bent over and trying to hide her face in shame, Hermione could feel Draco's sickening grin as Umbridge commended him for his cruelty. The thought made her sick, that greasy slime-balls like Malfoy and Umbridge were somehow respected in the magical community while she was more powerful than both of them combined and still bent over, naked and getting spanked for their amusement. Her anger began to get to her, she was trembling hard which had nothing to do with the magical spanking - at this point she could hardly notice it. Her face reddened and felt hot and it took all her effort to hold back tears.

Her attention was drawn back to the room when she heard a thud and screaming pleas for mercy from the **** now laying on the floor next to her. Hermione tried her best to calm herself and wiped the tiny droplets of tears from the corner of her eye while Umbridge made a spectacle of the slaves.

"You are completely inadequate for even the most menial tasks I assign you! I would better serve the wizarding world by snapping your wands and sending you to live with muggles like the vermin you are! Oh if only! It's a pity that was outlawed as a punishment since that fat half-giant was wrongfully expelled. You two will learn to control yourselves or I will see you being released to the dangerous half breeds and monsters of the Dark Forest!"

The ****-girls' eyes went wide with terror and their begging only became more pitiful.

"Enough!" Umbridge sternly silenced the ****, but a sweet and disconcerting smile suddenly formed on her face and her voice resumed it's usual patronising, high pitched tone. "Get yourselves to the hospital and then report to Mister Filch, he knows what to do with you. And don't you dare cover up, modesty is a privilege for those who earn it, a fact the students of Hogwarts should now know well."

After the slaves had hobbled out the door, visibly itching to cover themselves, Umbridge turned back to the class.

"Well, since two of our targets have been defeated by your jinxes, I suspect that you have all mastered the jinx well enough. Class dismissed."

The students began to file out of the classroom in a stunned silence. The Slytherin boys looked as gleeful as ever, the Slytherin girls; slightly nervous, perhaps they knew they could be next on Umbridge's humiliation hit list. Just as they got to the door, one of the Hufflepuff boys half shouted across the room, "Well done, Hermione! You took those jinxes really well. You barely made a sound."

"Yeah, that was amazing." Agreed Padma Patil and then suddenly an applause broke out. The Slytherins just looked confused at the whole affair and Umbridge was seething with rage. Hermione was still trembling, but felt better as if she was carrying a great weight and everyone had come to help her, they hadn't carried it for her, but they were all helping lift it together.

The lesson had ended with fifteen minutes to spare, so Hermione walked at a leisurely pace down to the potions classroom. Leisurely may have been the wrong word, her purple backside made her wince with every step and she was still distracted by the injustice of it all. She caught herself walking the wrong way several times and only just made it to the dungeon classroom before Snape.

"I see you don't waste a minute, Miss Granger, arriving just on the dot. How uncharacteristic, I suggest you sit down before I decide you are late."

Snape's deep, cold voice dripped with menace, Hermione hurried over to a stool and sat down, but immediately yelped and stood up again.

"What is it, Granger? Are the stools too hard for your precious backside? Would you prefer a cushion, or perhaps an armchair would be more suited to one of your worthy intellect?"

"Please, Professor, it hurts, I can't sit. Can I just stand?" Her bottom was still too sore to sit on and she turned around to show Snape the bruises, much to her own humiliation and the laughter of the Slytherins.

"Please explain to me, Miss Granger, what kind of sheer, baffling stupidity lead you to receive such a grievous injury."

"Professor, it was Umbridge, she made me act as a target for the class practicing the slapping jinx. It wasn't my fault."

"The slapping jinx is a second year level spell at most. I am astounded that a fifth year class required practice. I suppose you were so inadequate at even that simple spell it was better that you were not using magic in the lesson - I think it rather nice of Umbridge to find you a way to participate."

Hermione was about to protest, but thought better of it.

"Fortunately for you, Miss Granger, I keep my own supply of magical remedies; however, you may need some help with the application. Draco, come to the front with Granger."

Hermione nervously walked up to the front, wandering how she could need help to drink a potion. Snape brandished a bottle and Hermione's heart dropped to her stomach when she saw what it was.

"Bend over the desk, Granger, Malfoy will apply the soothing solution to your bottom."

"But Professor I can't, that's-"

"You have disrupted enough of my lesson already now do as I say."

Hermione bent over the desk and braced herself, knowing full well that she was displaying her most intimate secrets with the classroom, again.

"Well, Draco, apply the potion."

Hermione gasped as she felt a sharp slap to her rear end followed by a warm feeling in her skin as the potion vanished her bruises.

"Ow! Professor, that hurt, he doesn't need to spank me so hard?"

"He didn't spank you, he is being perfectly gentle from what I can see. Stop complaining and be grateful."

Hermione glowered to herself why does she always have to be the one exposed to the boys like a sex doll?

Draco continued his bare skin spanking long after the bruises had already healed and Snape continued ignoring it and addressed the class.

"This week we begin work on the only antidote to the permanent sticking charm. As you know, one particular student is in dire need of it."

The whole class sniggered at that, although the Slytherin girls seemed more hesitant.

"I do not keep a ready supply of unsticking solution so the task of brewing this particular potion will fall to you, I can only imagine the fear the poor woman must feel knowing what a pathetic group of homunculi are tasked with her salvation. However, Professor Umbridge has decided that the best potion to be produced in this class will be used to treat my unfortunate prefect and the brewer shall be given a reward regarding the unlikely perpetrators of the crime."

An excited whisper spread through the class; Hermione even felt hopeful; what she could do if she had some leeway with the slaves?

"Your instructions are on the blackboard, you may begin. If, for once, you put in the tiniest bit of effort you may even have this potion finished within a week."

Draco finally released Hermione's backside and they both sat down, both equally determined to make the best potion of their lives.