The Spank Cell

Ginny watched Hermione get carried into the tickle cell by a depantor and winced as she was tied up in a harness suspended from the ceiling, but all the while Ginny was thankful it wasn't her.

"So it's into the spank cell with you." declared a depantor, seeming quite cheerful as Ginny was picked up with a tentacle around each arm and leg, forcing her to display her charms to the whole prison.

Once in the small cell, Ginny was restrained on a wooden contraption which had her bent over with her legs spread as wide as they would go and her pretty bottom facing the bars of her cell. A few comfy-looking seats were arranged neatly on the other side of the bars presumably for visitors to stay and watch.

"Oh this is awful!" cried Ginny, wailing with fear and shame.

"Now don't be like that," offered the depantor, "the first few months are always the hardest."

"Months! How long do I have to stay here?"

"In this cell? About six hours is the standard time, but if I'm enjoying myself I will keep you here as long as I like. If you mean here in Asskaban; I saw the documents signed by Tonks and Dumbledore that you should be here until Miss Tonks decides to let you free. I saw the look in her eye as she handed over the papers and I don't think you'll be back out in the world anytime soon."

"But Tonks... I always thought she was so nice..." sobbed Ginny.

"Enough small talk, let's go through a typical session of this cell; you're new here so I have a lot to explain to you." Ginny didn't have time to react before a sharp slap to her buttocks elicited a high pitched cry from her lips.

"Now, I will be spanking you as hard as I like, for as long as I like in here, and I will probably fondle you as often too." All while he was talking one tentacle repeatedly smacked Ginny on her now bright pink bottom while another lightly played with her left nipple.

"This cell is open to the public as are all cells in Asskaban, by which I mean, those seats behind you will soon fill up with tourists, day trippers, reporters and even some Hogwarts students on occasion who will gawk, ogle, photograph and point at you. If that's perfectly understood, I see the first visitors coming now, so let us begin.

At once the repetitive spanking on her bottom stopped only to be replaced by a hard smack from a paddle.

"Ow!" yelled Ginny, "That hurts! Please be gentle, please, please, please, please!" She begged as hard as she could, all the while a slow heat was building between her spread legs. With every percussive strike of the paddle, she felt a little more moisture build up in her cunt.

After what felt like hours, the depantor stopped and said "Your poor pretty arse is about as bruised as it's ever going to get, don't worry, I can't stop all the fun now, you've only been in here forty minutes and you've only had fifty three visitors, and I've got just the thing to fix your bottom.

"Fifty three?" Ginny gasped incredulously; with all the pain and humiliation of the depantor, she forgot that other witches and wizards were also watching.

"I know, astonishingly low, there is a bit of a spectacle in the tickle cell, miss Granger is quite popular, I think she's had several hundred visitors and about a thousand photographs already. Now hold still... not that you have much choice. hehe." He laughed as he poured a warm liquid on her behind.

"Oooh" Ginny murmured as she felt her bruises quickly heal and a tingling warm sensation spread around her nether regions.

"And here come your next visitors why don't I turn you around so you can see them?" The next thing Ginny knew, she was facing outside her cell, with her breasts hanging freely beneath her while a young woman and her father strolled towards her.

Ginny squealed at the sight of her visitor, but it was cut short by a yelp as she was repeatedly beaten by the depantor who had also begun lightly teasing her clit.

"Daddy look! it's Ginny Weasley" said her most unwelcome guest. Pansy Parkinson, a bitter Slytherin girl who had hated her since she had helped defeat Voldemort, was dressed in a nice green robe and was pointing excitedly at Ginny.

Ginny squeaked in pain to the amusement of Pansy, who had already begun taking photos. "I love how your boobies jiggle when you're hit it's so cute. Oh Daddy this is great! C'mon Ginny, smile for the camera!"

Ginny grimaced as she felt a tentacle grab her hair and pull her head up, forcing her to look into the camera held by a gleeful Pansy. The shame was unbearable and her pussy felt so good; she could feel it coming and her resistance was now use, she felt the pace of her spanks begin to quicken and suddenly she was over the edge.

Ginny screamed like a banshee as she had an orgasm right in front of her nemesis while in the most humiliating position possible. The depantor still held her head up as Ginny slumped into her contraption, bottom, pussy, face and hair, all the same shade of fiery red.

Pansy giggled with glee "Ha Ha, Daddy I want to make her do that, can I do that to her?"

"Now now Pansy, the depantor is here for a reason you can't just-"

"Well actually she can!" Interjected the depantor with a sly gleam to his single eye. " Your daughter can come in and spank her silly if she likes."

"Well... I don't know... it doesn't seem-" Mister Parkinson stammered but was cut off.

"Oh yes, Daddy please!"

"Oh fine!"

"No!" Ginny shouted, "Please don't! I - ouch! Can't - ah! It's too - ow! embarrassing!" Ginny stammered out between slaps, but to no avail, Pansy was already through the door and taking a paddle from the depantor.