Aftermath

"I just don't understand why the password didn't work for you. " Said Hermione, delicately massaging a healing solution on to Ginny's completely purple and very tender buttocks. "Your Scottish accent was much better than most others' especially Umbridge's, but they all got out fine."

Ginny winced and let out a long breath as she felt the potion slowly get to work on her bruises. "It's because I wasn't actually in a trap."

"Are you sure? because you looked very trapped to me?"

"I mean Fred and George ambushed me and tied me up with an entirely separate spell with a time limit of fifteen minutes. Remember what they said? Only clothed witches set off the traps."

"Oh..." Muttered Hermione. "Well it was nice of Mel to help as soon as she got out. she didn't even bother to get dressed before grabbing the paddle and slapping you herself. I bet she made it more gentle for you."

"No. She didn't." Ginny said very seriously. "Remind me to get her back at some point; better yet, her backside."

The two witches were just outside the entrance to the girls' dungeon - Ginny lying on her front, Hermione sat behind her tending to her bruises. Normally one would prefer more privacy when healing from three hundred unrelenting spanks from a magic paddle, but the Slytherin girls were still getting used to their new predicament and Hermione and Ginny had a perfect view. The pocket BDSM dungeon was just outside the Slytherin common room and while Fred and George had left very clear instructions on how to get out of it and even avoid it, they had failed to leave instructions on how to remove it.

This of course meant that if a witch wanted to walk through the area, they had to remove all their clothing and carry it without covering up anything important - that last detail had been learnt through trial and error by many a naked and embarrassed young witch. The witches who had been naked for the past three months, of course, found this rather funny.

"Ah! Somebody help! Please!" A black-haired second year squealed in front of them.

"I'm starting to feel sorry for them." Hermione said quietly to Ginny.

"Don't be. It's character building. Think what we were like when this first started, in two weeks, she'll be loving it."

"Still... I feel like we should help her..."

"How? It's not like we know how to remove the traps. And honestly, I like them."

Hermione sighed and called out to the naked Slytherin, she was strapped to an elegant St Andrew's cross in such a way that her chest was **** out to accentuate her somewhat small bosoms and her legs were spread wide apart - but her pussy was still well covered by a thick and wild bush.

"You know how to get out. They gave very clear instructions." Hermione walked over, trying to seem friendly.

"No! I can't! It's too... wrong" The poor girl squealed and wriggled against her bonds, but to no avail.

"It's just one little sentence, no one will think less of you. half your house has already said it, Umbridge said it, Ginny had to say it at least twenty times before she realised it wasn't working."

Ginny shot Hermione a glare, but said nothing.

"Go on, the sooner you say it, the sooner it will be over."

"No. Please no!" The girl started to sob.

"It's not up to me, I can't undo the spell, I just know how to get around it."

The helpless thing looked up at Hermione with big, innocent eyes and mutely nodded.

"Fine." She said, bitterly, "I am a naughty little slut who desreves to be spanked."

Nothing happened.

"You need to say it with a bit more enthusiasm." Encouraged Hermione. "And don't forget the accent, remember 'spanked' has two syllables in this accent."

The poor second year looked utterly defeated and in a perfect accent declared loudly, "Am a naugh-ey li'l slut tha' deserves ta be spank-ed!" Immediately the cross and her restraints vanished, dropping her to the ground.

"There you go, easy as- wait!" Hermione tried to comfort her, but she had already thrown one arm over her boobs and another between her legs and was running towards the stairs, presumably on her way to the astronomy tower.

"Hey, what's your name!" Hermione called after the witch, but she was long gone.

Hermione sat back down next to Ginny, disappointed with herself.

"Aww, don't be to hard on yourself. I think you were very helpful." Ginny cooed, trying not to laugh.

"Well it's not her fault that we've been naked for so long, I don't think she has to be punished just because we are?"

"Remember what Luna taught us? It's only a punishment if we think of it that way. Just let them get used to it and soon there won't be a covered-up titty in Hogwarts..." Ginny smiled, contemplating the thought.

"We all needed help at first, maybe we should offer them a bit."

"I want to offer her something." Ginny was staring at a blushing blonde who had just removed her robes and was walking determinedly through the corridor, letting her perfectly sized tits jiggle with each step. Her crimson blush, betraying the humiliation behind the proud step.

"Ginny, what would Mel say?" Hermione scolded.

"She'd say, 'fuck me now and fuck me hard.'" replied Ginny unabashedly while Hermione blushed.

The two girls continued watching as the occasional witch begrudgingly stripped down to nothing and hurried through the corridor, before hastily redressing themselves.

"Such a waste of time," commented Hermione, "No one can tell if they're wearing underwear under their robes, so it just makes them take longer getting dressed when they're through the corridor."

"And would it kill them to trim the hedges a bit?" Added Ginny. "If I wanted to see all that fur, I'd visit Hagrid."

"Ginny!" Hermione scolded.

The two witches watched in silence as a slow trickle of blushing young women undressed, and redressed in front of them, Hermione found it quite a hypnotic display. Eventually, they recognised a familiar face leave the common room and march hastily towards the trapped corridor.

Mel walked assuredly down the hall showing no signs of stopping. Hermione was about to call out to warn her, but she was a second to late.

In the blink of an eye, Mel found herself dangling upside down with her legs **** apart and her arms secured behind her back.

"Let me down!" She shouted indignantly. "I am a senior inquisitor! Help me!"

"You just need to say," began Hermione.

"I will not **** myself like a dirty ****! You two, come over here! Get me down."

Hermione felt confused and a little hurt, but Ginny casually walked over to the hanging victim, gesturing for Hermione to follow.

Mel's expression softened when they approached.

"We need to find a better way of communicating." Mel said dryly, letting her expression soften.

"I'm not sure," replied Ginny, "I think there are benefits to this way." She gave Mel's bottom a hard slap, eliciting a yelp from the dark-skinned witch.

"I just wanted - ow - to tell - ow- you -ah!" Mel struggled to talk between Ginny's repeated spanks, "third floor - ouch - corridor, eight o'clock -argh!"

"Great idea!" responded Hermione enthusiastically. Mel suddenly looked sheepish,

"Actually I meant just Ginny."

"Oh..." Hermione blushed crimson, "should I er... go?"

"No! Ahh!" Mel took a second to recover from a particularly harsh slap, Ginny smirked. "I had something in my pocket, it will be in the astronomy tower with the rest of my things."

"What did you have?" asked Hermione nervously.

"A way for us to talk, oh, ah, ahh." Ginny had stopped spanking Mel and instead begun running her fingers over Mel's slit, this did not help Mel's concentration. Ginny teased the inquisitor more then resumed the spanking.

"Maybe I should leave you two alone." said Hermione, hesitantly turning to leave.

"No. Come with us." Said Ginny calmly, not taking her eyes off her task. "We'll go now, or as soon as Mel gets herself out."

"But I-" Mel began, but fell silent at Ginny's stern glare.

"I'm a dirty little slut that deserves to be spanked."

Hermione and Ginny arrived at the top of the astronomy tower a few minutes after Mel, who, of course, hadn't bothered to get dressed. She was standing proudly in front of them with one hand on her hip and another holding two shiny objects, wait, not shiny objects, mirrors.

"I had to pull a few strings with Umbridge to get my mail through the castle unchecked, but finally, I smuggled in a delivery from Borgin and Burke's. Just say my name into it and you will be able to talk to me. Of course, you still need to make sure you're not overheard, but this is a significant improvement don't you think?"

Hermione couldn't contain her glee, "This is amazing! How did you even...? We could coordinate so much with this, what if we-?"

"Let's test it out." Ginny interrupted, her voice was pleasant but she had an evil smile on her face.

Ginny took the mirror and raised it to her face, briefly admiring her own reflection.

"Melanie Sout."

Suddenly the imaged changed and both Hermione and Ginny saw Mel smiling at them through the glass surface. It was a peculiar sight, seeing Mel a holding a mirror to her face a few feet in front of them, while seeing a perfect image of the witch in the glass Ginny was holding.

"Very good," said Ginny thoughtfully "let's make sure it can get you at any angle. Show us your tits."

Mel rolled her eyes but smiled and tilted her mirror down, allowing a perfect image of her boobs to show clearly through Ginny's mirror.

"Excellent," affirmed Ginny, "now let's see how well you've been paying attention these last few weeks. Present yourself."

Mel laughed and set the mirror down. Then, she stood with her legs apart and locked her fingers behind her head, thrusting her chest forward for inspection.

"You're getting good." Ginny commented, she looked as if she was about to say more, but suddenly, another pile of black robes appeared in the corner.

"We should go." said Hermione, "we can't be caught by whoever's coming to collect their robes."

"You go ahead," Mel replied, "I'll wait a bit... make sure everything is in order for her."

Hermione was about to ask what she meant, but her questions were answered when Mel grabbed the lacy set of bra and knickers and dropped them out the window.

"You should just wait here for her." Said Ginny, if Hermione didn't know better, she would say it sounded more like an instruction than an friendly suggestion, "she would probably feel more comfortable if she wasn't the only naked witch here. Stay undressed until she arrives."

"Yes, of course." Mel agreed readily.

"Bye, babe. C'mon Hermione."

Hermione turned to follow, feeling both bewildered and aroused.

"Do you think I could lead a coven meeting maybe even a DA session next week?" Asked Ginny.

"Absolutely," answered Hermione, "you may need to; Harry, Ron and I are taking our O.W.Ls in a few weeks."