Feel the Burn!

The door creaks open, and in walk the last two people Ero Apostasia wants to see: Ginny Weasley, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, her red hair blazing like a fiery halo, and Luna Lovegood, who drifts in as if carried by a gentle breeze.

Ginny's eyes sparkle with mischief as she grins.

“Ooooohhhh, just in time for his spanking.”

Luna's dreamy gaze widens, taking in Ero's naked form, his smooth skin glowing in the soft light.

“Oh. Oh my,” she murmurs.

“I’ve never seen a naked boy before.”

Hermione smiles primly, her eyes flicking over Ero's tense, exposed body.

“Well, gather round, my lovelies. I’m just going to spank him a bit before we get down to business.”

She turns her attention to Ero, his muscles clenched, awaiting the inevitable.

“He has been a very naughty boy,” she explains, “not accepting a shred of accountability for his laundry prank.”

“On top of that, he’s been trying for leniency in the name of being a Quidditch captain who needs to get to practice on time.”

Hermione shakes her head, her curls bouncing with the motion.

“Why don’t you two pull up a couple of chairs, and we can take turns spanking him?”

Ginny rubs her hands together eagerly.

“Absolutely.”

Luna, seemingly lost in her own world, says:

“I brought ginger root.”

Hermione laughs, a sound like tinkling bells. “Oooohhhh Luna, of course you did, dear.”

“How deliciously nasty of you.”

Hermione raises her hand, bringing it down on Ero's bare buttocks with a sharp smack.

He flinches, his body tensing. Ginny leans in, her voice a low purr.

“Come on, Ero. You can take it. Or are you as soft as the pillows in the Gryffindor common room?”

Luna tilts her head, her eyes studying Ero's reddening skin.

“It’s fascinating, really. The way the blood rushes to the surface. It’s like a little ecosystem right before our eyes.”

Hermione spanks him again, and this time Ero grunts, his fingers curling into the carpet.

Hermione tsks.

“Now, now, Ero. Don’t be dramatic. It’s just a little spanking. Or are you going to cry like you did when McGonagall took points from Hufflepuff?”

Ginny chuckles, taking her turn. Her hand meets Ero's flesh with a resounding crack.

“Or maybe he’ll cry like he did when he missed that bludger during our last match.”

Luna, her turn next, lightly traces the reddened skin before delivering her spank.

“I think he’s enjoying this. Look how his body responds. It’s like a dance, really.”

Hermione nods, smirking.

“Well, let’s make sure he enjoys it thoroughly. I think it’s time for a bit of ginger in his bum.”

She turns to Luna.

“Do you want to do the honors, sweetie, or do you want me to do it?”

Luna pauses, considering the task at hand.

“I had better do it, Hermione. It’s freshly shaved, and I don’t want you to get it on your fingers if you can help it.”

She thinks about how to proceed.

“Why don’t you spread him for me, and I’ll put it in there?”

Ero begins to struggle as Hermione starts to spread his buttocks, revealing his puckered hole. He is rewarded with five crisp spanks to his squirming bottom.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“None of that, if you please, Mr. Apostasia. This—”

SPANK!

“Is—” SPANK!

“Happening—”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Now lie still, if you please, or I’ll have to put the body bind curse on you, and your spanking will get much, much worse.”

Breathing hard, Ero lies still, submitting to Hermione spreading his buttocks for Luna. Ginny watches, grinning, her eyes meeting Ero's in the mirror. Luna, her wide, surprised eyes taking in Ero’s naked form, sees his winking hole spread invitingly for her.

She puts her finger in her mouth, wetting it, before pressing it to Ero’s anus. She gently finger-pops him as he whimpers and squirms under the intrusion. She pushes her fingertip in, curls it, and pops his rim gently, stretching him for the root. She slides her finger in and out slowly, preparing him.

When she feels he is properly stretched, she pushes the bulb to his puckered hole, gently twisting and pushing until it fills him completely. It burns gently, an ominous precursor of what is to come. She giggles and pats his bottom.

“Okay, you can close him up now, Hermione. He’ll be feeling it soon.”

Gently, Hermione releases his cheeks, and they embrace around the root, hiding it completely from sight.

Ero whimpers, feeling the fullness in his anus, getting used to the gentle burn. He hopes it won’t get much worse.

“Okay, Ero, let’s get you spanked, sweetie,” Hermione begins.

Ero watches with horror as her hand rises and falls with grim precision, landing on his right cheek with a crisp, stinging spank.

Ginny leans in, teasing.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“You’re not so tough now, are you, Ero?”

Luna chimes in, her voice dreamy.

“I wonder if the burn matches his embarrassment?”

SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SPANK!

Hermione's hand continues to rise and fall, the spanks echoing through the room. Ero's cheeks flush pink, and his eyes begin to water.

“Keep your eyes up, Mr. Apostasia. This is part of your punishment. I want you to alternate eye contact with me, with Miss Weasley, and Miss Lovegood.”

“We want to watch the great Ero Apostasia, champion of the Quidditch pitch, with a bit of ginger root in his bottom, getting his bottom spanked like a naughty little boy who talked back to his mommy.”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Ginny laughs.

“Look at him, all teary-eyed. Not so cocky now, are you?”

Luna tilts her head.

“Is the burn starting yet, Ero? You don’t have to tell me, we’ll know when it does.”

SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SPANK!

Ero writhes under the relentless spanks, the fiery burn of ginger root beginning to take hold. The heat spreads through him, an erotic sting that ignites a **** need to escape its grip. He can’t hold still; the more he clenches and pushes against the sensation, the more it intensifies, searing his insides.

Tears well in his eyes, spilling over as he catches sight of the laughing faces of Hermione, Ginny, and Luna reflected in the mirror before him.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Awww, look at those tears,” Ginny coos mockingly, her voice laced with delight.

Luna giggles, the sound light and airy.

“I think he’s starting to feel it now,” she adds, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

The girls continue their taunts, their laughter ringing in his ears as the burn from the root reaches its peak. Ero crumples, surrendering completely over Hermione’s lap, his body going limp under her authoritative hand. Humiliated and defeated, he realizes that this torment isn’t even his punishment; it’s merely a prelude to what’s to come.

SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SPANK!

Why did he have to talk back? Why did he think he could charm the great Hermione Granger into lessening his punishment?

As fresh, chest-heaving sobs erupt from him, the laughter of the girls swells around him. They point and tease, their words sharp and playful, each one a reminder of his folly.

“Oh, come on, Ero! You know you love it,” Ginny taunts, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Hermione’s hand delivers firm, measured spanks, each one leaving a rosy imprint on his bottom. A fresh wave of tears falls as he cries pitifully, fully aware that this humiliating ordeal is all his fault.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Look at him, he’s practically begging for mercy!” Luna chirps, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Ero’s heart races, burning with shame and the heat of the ginger root. He feels utterly exposed, and as Hermione continues, he knows he’s crossed a line he shouldn’t have dared to tread.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being cheeky,” Hermione scolds gently, her tone a mix of firmness and playful reprimand.

SPANK! SLAP! SLAP! SPANK! SPANK!

With each additional smack, Ero feels the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him, blending with the sharp burn that seems to consume him. He can’t escape the reality that this moment is his own doing, and the girls’ laughter serves as both a cruel reminder and a twisted comfort in his defeat.