More Spanking

Ginny hung her head in defeat as she felt Pansy take position behind her and raise the paddle. This was it, this was the most humbled and humiliated she had ever been and ever will be again. She was tied down, bent over, thoroughly spanked, made to orgasm, while being watched by her own arch enemy. She watched a tear hit the floor, scarcely bothering to protest as her red bottom received another bashing.

After only a couple of minutes, Pansy stopped and asked with a mixture of frustration and disappointment, "Why is she not reacting to it like she was before? I want her to shout and scream and cum for me."

"Well, it takes a lot of time and patience for that to happen and also some considerable skill if I do say so myself." The depantor reassured her, "Tell you what, I'll show you!"

With that, he pulled off her robe and threw it out of the cell. Before Pansy could speak a word of protest, her hands were tied together and a held above her head by a long rope attached to the ceiling.

"What? I'm naked! I'm not a criminal! why am I tied up? This is humiliating!" Pansy shrieked her objections before the depantor interrupted.

"A pretty young witch walks into my cell and you expect me to just let her go? If my colleges heard about that I would be the laughing stock of my kind then sent into exile to the hippie lands of my own dimension - awful place; no one ever feels any shame and I would have nothing to eat. Don't feel too bad about it, you have a fantastic pair of tits and a cute little bum, I don't know why you feel shame at all, but I'm not complaining about that.".

"Where did my Father go? Daddy let me out! He is important in the ministry, he will close down this whole prison when he gets back! Daddy!" Pansy twisted and turned against her bonds, but only succeeded in making her hips and breasts swing beautifully from side to side.

"While you were occupied with Miss Weasley, I told your father you may be here some time, so he simply left and gave you some money for the Night bus home. I left it in your robe pocket over there." Pansy squeaked in horror at seeing her robe had been pushed to one of the chairs outside the cell.

"But I'm not a criminal, you can't keep me here! let me out!"

"Actually, Asskaban policy says otherwise, if a female visitor willingly steps into a cell, we can do whatever we like until visitor hours end. If you read the fine print you would know this. How about a deal? I'll give you and Ginny here the full treatment for the next hour, if you don't orgasm, I'll let you go, if you do, you stay until visiting hours close."

Seeing this as her best chance, Pansy reluctantly agreed.

"That's spirit!" cheered the depantor, "But I should warn you, you have no chance."

Less than twenty minutes later Pansy had already failed the challenge and had climaxed just as another witch on the other side of the bars had carried off her beautiful green robe. She left the bus fare on the seat though, which the depantor commented was a nice favor.

Ginny was feeling slightly better about having company, she had also reached another orgasm while watching Pansy have her nipples pinched, bottom spanked and clit teased under a trimmed layer of dark hair. Not that she felt good at all; every time she felt like she couldn't possibly be more humiliated, the depantor changed her position to a new, more ridiculous position than the last, allowing the audiences to admire her red bottom, perky breasts and wet vagina in a new and exciting way.

Over the next five hours the two young women screamed in pain together as they were beaten and whipped for the viewing pleasure of hundreds of visitors, including three classes of Slytherins. They howled in pleasure as they reached at least a dozen orgasms between them - often they came together. Finally, they blushed furious shades of red as reporters from the daily prophet photographed their predicament.

A loud bell sounded throughout the prison and the depantor applied the last of the healing ointment to the witches' bruised behinds. "Well, it appears visiting hours are over. Goodbye, Pansy, please do come again." With that, he shoved the quivering witch out of the cell and into the viewing area without untying her hands.

Pansy shrieked and ran down the hall, out of sight, her bosoms bobbing deliciously in front of her as she ran away with her hands tied expertly behind her back - her bus fare lay on the chair forgotten. "She'll be fine." muttered the depantor, "Stan often lets naked passengers ride the night bus for a simple favor or two."

Ginny then found herself untied from the wooden bench, but now being carried to the center of the prison with her arms and legs splayed wide by the depantor's tentacles, who was giving her whole body a thorough stare with his one massive eye. "That was awful." Ginny complained. "At least there will be no more embarrassment today."

"Oh no." Laughed the depantor, "Visiting is over, but you're in here twenty four seven. Now, you and that other new girl need to get cleaned up."