Take Two

by mikki_rosie

“Oh come on, Madeleine! You don’t have any coin in your pockets?” Simone hissed, holding the handful of whistling peppermints.

Madeleine Palermo stood, arms crossed, scowling at her twin in the small aisle of edible pranks in Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. The boys had done quite well for themselves, she had to admit. The shop was nice, though the pair of pranksters was nowhere about. Ah well. That was probably to their benefit. Madeleine had no desire to have her hair do strange tricks or get spiders dropped onto her head, even if the boys (men now, she thought idly) were indeed stupidly adorable.

“No, Simone, I don’t. I spent the last cash I had on the stupid coffee! Don’t you remember? About the same time you bought us both doughnuts. We’re broke for the rest of this trip. Besides, we have enough stuff. Lets just walk about, alright?”

“But…” Simone stared intently at the candies in her palm. “Look! They whistle and tweet.. And these, they’re supposed to make you...umm. Grow feathers, or something. How do they do that? Is it a delayed charm? Or a potion variation? Come on, Madeleine! I’ve got to have them!”

Simone looked about, and lifted the flap of her purse. “Watch for me…” she whispered.

Madeleine immediately stood in front of her pilfering sister, eyes darting around the empty shop. “Simone! Put them back! We’re going to get in trouble!”

“Are you watching?”

“Yes, of course I am, but you forget, I was in their House! I know how they are! They’ve got… eyes on sticks, or something…”

“Don’t be silly. If you’re watching, then we won’t get in trouble!” Simone chose a few more candies and then tucked her purse down.

Madeleine eyed her, glanced round the shop one last time, and then said, “Get me some of the orange ones that turn your eyes funny colours, will you?”

“Why Maddy! Are you participating?”

“Oh, hush Simone, and hurry, cause no one’s here! Let’s go!”

Simone and Madeleine moved toward the door, trying to look non-chalant in the seemingly empty store. They took a step and were at the doormat. Simone smiled and reached up to touch the Slytherin stickpin at her throat. She grinned. A bit too soon.

The door slammed shut, and Simone froze as a siren screamed. Suddenly a bucket of water emptied over her, soaking her. There was a pop as the Weasleys apparated a few paces back. Simone gasped air and coughed, having swallowed some of the water. Madeleine stood still, glued to the spot, unable to even think. Damn Simone!

“Well, well, Fred! What have we here?” George crowed, taking the gasping drenched woman by the collar. “Looks like a set of shoplifters, hmm?”

“Too true, George, too true…” agreed Fred in a mock-sombre voice, eyes glittering as he grasped the other woman. “See now, aren’t you glad I found that product marking charm?” Fred waved his wand, and a dull red glow settled over Simone’s handbag. “What’s in the bag, love?”

Simone spluttered and pushed dripping hair from her face as George deftly opened the bag and removed the candies. “You know, these aren’t even expensive! Only a couple of knuts apiece. Surely a lady like yourself could have managed that,” he scolded, eyes twinkling. “You know what I’m thinking, Fred? I think we have ourselves one of those “thrill” lifters… The kind what thinks they’ll just pinch a sweet or two…”

“And see if they can get away with it!” Fred finished, taking a firmer hold on his prize. He looked at Madeleine, turning her round, still keeping his grip on her arm. “Here, you haven’t got anything… What are you? The lookout?” He grinned in George’s direction, and winked. “Well, we know how that is, don’t we, George?”

George nodded and turned a firm eye on his now still prisoner. “But see, Fred and me, we know that getting away with it is great, but, when you get caught… there are…Consequences.”

Madeleine looked from one Weasley to the other, searching for any hint that they might just be let off. There was mischief, yes, but neither man was relinquishing his grip.

Fred picked up. “Now, see, there’s this little thing about stealing. I mean, we MADE those. Worked hard for this shop, and the stuff that’s in it. And you little ladies come in, thinking you’ll just walk out again with our efforts? Nah… I don’t think so.” He sighed dramatically. “Only one thing for it. You’ll have to be…” He paused and looked ominously at Simone.

“Reported,” finished George, and Fred agreed with a firm nod.

“NO!” shrieked Simone. “I… it’ll be public record! They’ll put it in the paper!” She looked frantically from one twin to the other and then to her own twin. But Madeleine wasn’t looking at her.

“I’ll lose my position…” said Madeleine quietly, eyes downcast. “They won’t keep a known thief.” Fred and George exchanged glances at that, and turned back to Simone, who was eyeing the candies in George’s hand even now.

“And I’ll never figure how you do them!” Simone lamented with a heavy sigh.

Fred blinked. “How we do them? You mean what spells we use? They’re really not difficult just complex, some of them. I mean this one for instance…”

“Fred! Not now… We’ve got a couple of criminals to deal with… You’ll lose your job, then? Where do you work?” George asked Madeleine.

“At the Ministry. I’m a runner at present, but I hope to secure a position in Magickal Creatures, for prevention of cruelty. See, I’ve been doing research into muggle affairs and…”

“Oh, stop right there. Prevention of cruelty? Well, George, we can’t send her up, then! She’s an asset to all good-hearted wizards everywhere! And you…” he eyed Simone. “You really want to know how we do it?”

Simone nodded her eyes bright with anticipation, even in light of her current situation. “Look here, George, see how excited she is?” Fred grinned broadly at Simone. “Well, well, interest in something after all, little miss priss-pot Palermo?” He laughed when her head shot up, mouth dropped open. “Yep. I remember you, and your pretty sister… Grown up well, too, you have.” His eyes had fallen to glance at the shirt now sticking to her upper torso. Simone flushed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, maybe we can do something else… You have any ideas, George?”

“Indeed I do,” said George, his eyes now having taken hold of the quieter Palermo, watching her fidget silently at the end of Fred’s arm. “But, I don’t know if these two will agree. See, it involves a little bit of leather, and a lot of ouch.”

“My thoughts, exactly, George! A little bit of country discipline for the two spoiled little rich girls?”

Madeleine’s eye grew wide, and she seemed to shrink inside her shirt. Surely they weren’t suggesting… “You mean… you mean…”

George cleared his throat and let go Simone’s collar. She dared not move. “What we MEAN is take the pair of you into the back…” He paused as Madeline started to tremble. Fred relinquished his grip on her arm.

“And thrash some sense into your too-cute backsides, is what we mean.” Fred finished with a note of triumph.

Simone drew herself up. “Absolutely not… I won’t have anyone smacking MY behind, I mean REALLY! Isn’t that right, Maddy?” But Madeleine was silent. Simone stared at her. “Maddy, are you seriously considering this?”

“It’s my job Simone… I can’t chance my job.” She kept her eyes on the floor. Simone blinked, realizing the seriousness of this for Madeleine. No Maddy, I suppose you can’t, she thought to herself, and looked at the floor in shame for drawing Madeleine into her childish doings.

The redheaded duo looked at the fidgeting girls and grinned impishly at each other. “Gone awfully quiet, haven’t they Fred?”

“They have done, George. Wonder why?”

“I think, Fred, it’s because they know they’re about to get their bottoms smacked.” He winked at his brother and turned a stern, yet twinkling eye on the pair of girls.

Fred bowed theatrically as he gestured to the back room. “It would seem so… shall we?”

“You first!” George smiled, and reached for Madeleine's hand. He spoke softly to her as she began to tremble. “Come along now, girl. It won’t be as bad as all that…” he said.

“The hell it won’t!” said Fred, taking Simone by her still wet shirtsleeve. “I intend to teach this one a GOOD lesson!” He tugged his pouting captive along, while Madeleine followed George, eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

The four of them walked solemnly down the short hallway, and into the back office. It was cluttered, but clean, and George released his charge to slide two chairs to spaces somewhere in the middle of the room. He sat, and held out his hand. Madeleine took it, eyes still on the floor. Fred backed Simone up to the wall and began to speak to her.

Madeleine moved to George’s side, and started to lean over. “Not yet,” he said, and took Madeleine to sit on his lap, with her legs between his. He toyed with the buttons on her dress. “You didn’t do anything, did you…” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“I… um.” Madeleine stuttered, lacing and unlacing her fingers, looking from George to her hands and back again.

“Simple question. Yes or no.”

“Well, I didn’t… I didn’t take anything…”

“But you watched?” he prompted, running a hand up her thigh.

Maddy nodded. “Yeah.”

“You do that a lot, don’t you? Watch while your sister gets into things? And I bet you fight for her too, hm?” Madeleine nodded silently to both. “Bet you wish sometimes that you HAD done some of the things, huh? Just to see what it’s like?” Another nod.

“But you don’t. You just stand on the side, and let her actually do the stuff, hm? Let her be the one who gets in trouble most of the time? 'Cause, you’re just an innocent bystander, right? But you don’t tell on her. You let her get away with her doings.” He lifted her chin. “Don’t you, Maddy…”

Madeleine blinked. “I... Yes…” she stammered, stunned that he had read her so thoroughly.

George nodded, and tugged Madeleine’s arm, sending her over his left knee, her legs pinned between his. “Well, Madeleine Palermo, that’s very noble of you, some would say, to watch out for your sister who’s always in trouble.” He ran his hand over her bottom, down to her knees, and then back up, catching and lifting the hem of her summer dress. He slid it up over her back, and watched it shimmy down almost to her shoulders. Madeleine gasped.

“I think, though,” he continued, “that if you want to get in trouble, you should do it yourself, and not just stand by watching. At least that way, you’ll get the punishments you deserve. Cause you want to know a secret, Maddy?” He leaned down, whispering now. “You aren’t as innocent as you play at, hmm? I can see you blushing now, cause you know I’ve found you out.” Madeleine squirmed over his lap, and George gripped her firmly around her waist.

“You know, little miss goody-goody Palermo, you don’t fool me, not one little bit. Letting it happen is just as bad as making it happen. And don’t forget, I’m a twin too.” He pinched her bottom and watched her twist. “Twins do things together, and they keep each other in trouble or out.” His usual perky voice had turned a bit dark, and was very very low. “Today, little miss, you’re going to get your bottom smacked, and I promise, I can have a go at it every bit as hard as Fred can.”

On the other side of the room, Fred was staring intently into the eyes of the damp twin. “Why’d you do it? Just for the thrill?” His hands rested on the wall on either side of her, and she looked at the floor, his shirt-buttons, anything but his face.

“I... I wanted to study them, and I didn’t have any money with me, and neither did Maddy, and…I just thought, a couple won’t hurt anything…”

“So you pinched a few sweets so you could study them? Why didn’t you just come back later? When you had some coin?” He studied Simone, seeing the fight melt out of her.

“I didn’t know when I’d be back in town, and... and…” She fell silent, and blushed.

“Ah. There was the thrill, hm? Seeing if you could do it? Get into the mischief you used to?” Simone chewed at her lip, but nodded. “Thought so. I remember you very well, girl. Pretty little Slytherin with the Gryffindor twin. Always seeming to slide right out of trouble underneath the old headmaster’s nose. You know, your sister took quite a few detentions for you… but I’m sure you had a good many yourself.”

Simone glanced over Fred’s shoulder to see her sister face down over George’s lap, while he patted her bottom and spoke softly to her. Fred took Simone’s chin and led her eyes back to him. “Look at me, please. I’m not finished. Today, I intend to punish you right and thoroughly, and maybe next time, you’ll think twice before getting your sister in trouble.”

He leaned back, and plucked at the shirt that was clinging to her figure in ways that were not at all decent. “This is wet... you’d better have it off.” Simone chewed at her lip, looking up at him as he grinned, crossing his arms. “Well I can’t spank you in it, can I? You’ll get my trousers wet! Come on… off with it.”

Simone pouted, but Fred only narrowed his gaze. Sighing, she lowered her hands to unbutton the damp blouse clinging to her and dropped it in a sodden heap to the floor. “Those too,” he said, gesturing toward her capris. Simone blinked and gaped, but Fred’s eyes remained firm, and she slid them to the floor as well, stepping out of the puddle of cloth and water to stand, shivering a little, hands crossed over her chest.

Fred ran a hand over her knickers. “Still damp, but we’ll wait on those. One question though. You really want to know how we do them?” Simone’s head snapped up, and her eyes grew bright. “Oh yes! I’d love to know. I’d love to make them, actually. It’s fascinating, being able to put spells into things like that, don’t you think? I mean, not having to wait around the corner, but just to... have it happen!”

Fred smiled. “Yeah, I think so myself…” He grew thoughtful for a moment, then sighed and took Simone by the hand. “Well let’s get started, shall we?” He pulled her toward the other chair, and spun it, facing the opposite direction from George’s. He took a moment to settle himself, then tugged Simone, watching her tumble in a very undignified manner over his knees. He ran a hand over her cute bottom. “Well, you ready George?”

“Yep. Look up, Maddy. You can watch your sister’s face while she gets smacked…”

“And if need be, hold each others’ hands.” Fred placed a quick pat on Simone’s damp knickers. “Don’t want them getting in the way, now do we?”

George grinned back, patting Madeleine’s behind. “Nope. You get in trouble together…”

“You get smacked together!” Fred finished, and he and George began.

The volley of quick sharp spanks echoed round the small room, and Maddy looked up, seeing her sister’s mouth drop open, eyes wide. “Oh, oh, it’s wet!” Simone shrieked, putting back a hand after the fifth or sixth smack.

“Covering up so soon?” Fred clucked his tongue disapprovingly.

“We haven’t even begun properly yet!” George said and sighed, shaking his head.

Fred pushed Simone’s hands down and spoke to the other twin. “You’d better help your sister out, Maddy…”

George shifted, pushing Madeleine further over his knee as he spoke. “…or she’ll get her hands smacked, too… and that’s no fun, I promise!”

Simone lifted her eyes to meet her sister’s in a silent plea for help and reached her hands out. Madeleine grasped them tightly.

Fred and George eyed the two girls, and winked at each other. Madeleine and Simone gasped together as they felt hands on the waists of their knickers, drawing them down. The babbling echoed in the room as their mouths opened in protest, hands reaching behind them once again.

“Oh, no please!” Madeleine cried, as Fred and George pushed the girls’ hands down and out of the way again.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to ask for anything, Miss Madeleine!” George said, pushing the knickers down past her thighs.

“Oh, oh no! You can’t!” whined Simone.

“You said we couldn’t spank you either, but here we are!” Fred said, as he slid Simone’s under things to rest at the backs of her knees. Fred and George looked at each other and nodded.

Fred spoke sharply. “And I’d get those hands back where you had them…”

“...Before you get yourselves into more trouble! Now, then, let’s go again,” George said, and he and Fred set in again, with force. Two hands rose, and two hands fell, peppering two bottoms with sharp blows. And two rich Weasley voices filled the air, even above the smacks and whimpers.

“Fred and me, we’re going to teach you…”

“You have to think….”

“...About what you’re doing...and how it’s going to affect…”

“...your twin! You’re a pair... you work together…”

“And if there’s trouble, you’re in it together!”

And they were, well and truly, deep in it together. Simone held tight to Madeleine while Maddy clutched Simone’s wrists, both struggling and kicking, as the men spanked them hard. The Weasleys matched each other swat for swat, sharp hard spanks landing solidly before bouncing off the pert round bottoms of the Palermos. They covered the cheeks from one side to the other, and to the soft spot where those bottoms met thigh. Maddy was sure that George was spanking far harder than Fred, and Simone would have sworn that her sister had the easier time of it.

The truth was though, that both girls’ bottoms were hotly pink, going quickly towards red, and Fred and George made sure that the colours matched. When their blows fell lower still to paint the tops of the girls’ thighs scarlet, the fire-haired men held on more firmly about the girls’ waists, listening with grim determination as the pair shared shrieks and struggled harder.

“Almost done, Fred?”

“Too right, George. Almost time to get them up, but first…”

“…to finish this part!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Simone gasped and Madeleine jerked as the Twins turned up the heat for the last five, in perfect unison. Both girls gasped breaths and blinked back tears.

“Now, then, on your feet…” George spoke briskly, helping Madeleine to her feet.

“…so we can do the last bit.” Fred helped a slightly more disheveled Simone to stand, drawing quick breaths. She put her hand behind her and touched the hot skin. Madeleine did the same, hoping to rub some of the sting out.

“Here now! Hands away!” Fred slapped at Simone’s hands. “No touching yet. If you think we’re well and done…

“…Well then, you’d better have another think. We haven’t done your proper thrashing yet!” George pressed Maddy’s hands firmly to her sides before turning her to face the seat he’d vacated. “You‘d better put those hands down right there.” He pointed to the seat of the chair. Madeleine bent, timidly placing her hands in the middle of the seat. “And you’d best not be lifting them either…”

“Or it’ll only go the worse for you!” Fred spun Simone and pressed her hands to the seat of the chair himself, giving her a stern look. He stepped back a pace and began to unfasten his belt, doubling it. “Now, then George, I was thinking…”

“…A solid dozen? My thoughts exactly.” George watched Madeleine shiver as he slid his belt through the loops and folded it over. He continued, clarifying. “That’s a dozen apiece. And you’d do well to stay down cause, if you stand…”

“…Well then it doesn’t count, does it?” Fred quirked an eyebrow as Simone looked over her shoulder. “Eyes front, girl! And guess what? If you get an extra smack, well, your twin will get the extra as well! So you’d better stay still…

“For both of your sakes.” George tapped the looped leather to Madeleine’s bottom. “Right then.” He raised his arm. “One for you…” The belt fell sharp and biting, and she yelped.

“And one…” Fred counted, as his stroke fell squarely across Simone’s behind.

The boys continued, and to their credit, the girls stayed in place. Hands curled around the edges of the chairs, knuckles whitened, and voices became hoarse and high, but they stayed put, and tears fell freely onto the seats of the chairs.

At last, Fred and George paused. Fred announced, “Last one, Girls…”

“Stay down please…” instructed George. The leather went whistling through the air to strike red and welted behinds hard on the underswell, and two girls cried out, sobbing.

George stepped back, threading his belt through the loops. “Think they’re sorry, Fred?”

“Too right they are. Didn’t move either…”

“And it was no small whipping.” He stepped forward, surveying his work. “Don’t think Dad ever dished out any better…” He ran his hand over the bottom of the trembling twin before him, fingertips pressing, checking, and he smirked when she gasped as he traced a fingertip along a ridge of flesh that was crimson, turning to blue.

Fred was doing the same, and George looked up to see Fred quizzically examining his fingers. Fred stared silently over at George, and made the motion he just had again, fingertips brushing up, barely grazing the pouting sex of the contrite Palermo in front of him. He held it up, still silent, and George saw the wetness glittering on the ends of his brother’s fingers. He blinked.

Running his hand over Madeleine’s behind, George swept his fingers up to gently brush over the dark curls between her thighs. He blinked when he felt the sticky heat, and came away with his own fingertips damp and shiny. He took a deep breath, and smiled. “Well, well. What is this?” He pushed his fingers to her quim again, and let them drag gently against the swollen flesh. She whimpered, with a different timbre than before.

Fred grinned and did the same, rubbing feather light over the hotness between Simone’s thighs. He let out a rich chuckle as he placed his hand lightly on the small of her back, turning to speak in a very casual manner to his brother. “I think these little girls are hot…and that’s very naughty, isn’t it…”

“Indeed,” George agreed, grinning himself as he pushed his fingers past the fine hairs, feeling the silky warmth spread over his fingers. Madeleine whimpered, but arched her back, presenting herself. “Bloody hell.” He leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “What do YOU want, little miss? I didn’t think you were that good a girl, but…” He let out a low whistle. “I didn’t think you’d be so randy either.”

Madeleine flushed hot, but George continued. “Especially not after having had your bottom toasted…” He eased the thickness of his finger inside, feeling her tense and hearing her whine for more.

Fred, meanwhile, had already begun exploring Simone, her head tipped back, gasping softly as he penetrated her with one finger, then two. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you!” he laughed, leaning forward to nip at her ear.

Fred looked at George, who shrugged and grinned, and unfastened his trousers, letting them drop to the floor before tugging his shirt off. Fred laughed out loud, and followed suit, taking Simone by the arm to pin her hard against the wall. He kissed her firmly, running hands over her body in an urgent fashion, hot and pressing.

George turned Maddy around and kissed her as well, hands firm at her neck and the small of her back, holding her close to him. Breaking the kiss, he turned and sat in the chair, leading her to stand between his legs. “Well, what do you want?” he asked, and watched as Madeleine flushed hot. “What do you want, Maddy? You have to say it this time. Admit it. You’re not just going along…”

Madeline blushed as she heard the squeak of pleasure from her sister. She turned her head slightly to see Simone, or at least part of her, clutching at the other Weasley, head thrown carelessly back against the wall.

“I… I want…” George waited, arms crossed, eyes twinkling. Maddy looked down, drawing a sharp breath at the sight of his erection, standing proud against his belly.

He ran his hand down over it. “I can wait all day, girlie. What do you want?”

Madeleine chewed her lip, eyes darting from the rutting pair in the corner to the stiffness before her, to her own hands. She took a deep breath, and moved, straddling George. She smiled. “I want that…”

George laughed, and slid a hand down between them to guide himself to her wet opening. “Whatever the lady wants…” He placed himself just there, and let his hands rise to rest on Madeleine’s hips, slowly pressing her down. She gasped as he entered, hot and thick, and he tipped his head back in a groan, feeling her tight around him. Thrusting up, he grasped her hips and rocked her, watching her arch her back and moan aloud.

Simone peered over Fred’s shoulder, and grinned, watching her sister ride the second redhead. It’s about damned time… she thought to herself. Then Fred gave a shout and she followed suit, losing herself in the dreamy exhilaration of her orgasm.

A few minutes more and George and Maddy had finished as well, albeit more quietly, and joined them, lying on the floor on a rug conjured by Simone.

“Now what?” Simone asked, idly tracing patterns on the floor as Fred traced patterns on her neck.

“Well, priss-pot, I thought perhaps you’d like to see how we make things? We’ve been needing an extra,” he said, smiling.

“Truly? Oh, I’d love to! Oh truly?” Simone bounced with excitement, which pleased Fred to no end.

“Too right…” he said, and silenced her with a kiss.

Madeleine rolled her eyes. “What’s with that look, goody-goody?” George said, eyes twinkling as he twined his hand in her hair. “You like it too…”

Madeline pursed her lips in thought, then leaned over to press her breasts to George’s chest.

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Too right…”

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