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This side chapter shows how Ron functions, his life and views regarding Rose and his wife. Needless to say Ron isn't my favourite, this chapter shows how I feel about the man. Okay secret wish for him....
Strong themes, if not sure don't read it. Would like to read reviews abou how you feel reading this. Please don't flame it.
Huge thank to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome Beta.
Chapter 21 A
He still felt the sting of the wooden spoon on his fingers; mummy had slapped him as he had hovered around her. She had been preparing a family meal, he liked to watch mummy prepare food, and it wasn't often that she took time to do so. The children had fled the nest leaving him and mummy on their own. Mummy didn't acknowledge him often, staying late at work, meeting a friend, not coming home at all. He always waited patiently for her to show up. She never let him know her whereabouts, leaving him literally in the dark. He would sit there at the front door, waiting for her to come home, when night fall crept closer and the house darkened he would still sit there facing the front door like a good little pup, waggling his tail when she arrived or retreat to his pen when she didn't, which was often.
But now she was cooking their dinner as he watched her, she hated him watching her, she felt nervous, she had struck him on his hand with the wooden spoon, making him yelp. His cock hardened in an instant. When mummy was upset with him, punishment would surely follow, he liked being punished, he took it like the good little pup he was.
He had retreated on hands and knees upstairs; he wasn't allowed to walk the stairs when it was the two of them. Arriving at his room he sat on the floor, on his knees, leash between his teeth, waiting for his children to arrive, his cock straining in his pants, he heard mummy hum a song in the kitchen. Her lovely clear voice somewhat soothing him, it didn't do anything to alleviate the bulge in his pants, or rather what had to be a bulge. Mummy said his small sausage wasn't really a cock, it was too thin, too small, she hated his cock, and she didn't need it as much as he hoped she would. He didn't remember when his little sausage had been inside mummy's vagina, it had been some time now.

He sat there waiting until his daughter arrived, luckily, his penis had shrivelled back, and he had been sitting there for two hours while mummy prepared food in their kitchen.
He heard the floo swoosh, one of his kids had come in. "Oh, Ronald dear, Hugo just came in!" Mummy called him down this was his cue to be Ronald Weasley again, father of Hugo and Rose. Ah yes Rose, his little girl, he loved to see her; he hoped she had behaved, or rather not, he so wanted to set her right. Spank her buttocks until they were nice and red. He loved to spank her, it had been a while, and she didn't come here as often as he liked her too; mummy would visit her at her flat. He couldn't, his girl had warded her floo against him, he could only visit when mummy went over, but she never asked him, he had to wait for his daughter to come here.
As he walked into the living room he heard the floo swish again, a bunch of luscious red curls came through, followed by a woman clad in an expensive coat: Rose.
"Hi, dad!" A voice behind him said it was like looking in the mirror twenty years ago. Hugo tried to get his attention, but his look was drawn to his little girl, he craved seeing her, he would give anything to burying his nose in her curls taking in their cherry and apple scent, it wasn't appropriate, she even flinched looking up to him. Making her way into the kitchen with haste.
'Rose...' He mumbled under his breath, his look following her until she disappeared into the kitchen. "Hi, mum!"
"Dad?!" Snapping back his attention towards his mirror image. "Ah, Hugo, good to see you!" He said, his boy did him proud, he had been a successful replacement for his sibling on her squad, or so he was told by Harry. His boy was bitter towards his sister, Ron had made sure fuelling his son's hatred, and it helped him alienating Rose from her family. "So, you're doing well I hear!" He said complimenting his boy. Hugo beamed back at him. He would make sure to shower him with compliments, telling him it was in his rightful place, he belonged there, it was a dangerous job for a woman and more of the same shit, riling Hugo up.
"Firewhiskey? Son?" Hugo would be intoxicated at dinner, his inhibitions would be lowered substantially. Mummy would be furious, taking it out on him, so he hoped.
He had placed his hand on mummy's knee during dinner, easing up her skirt, playing with her garter, accidentally caressing her inner thigh. Mummy couldn't do anything about it, he worked her up into more huffing and sighing, her eyes trying to set him right, he feigned innocence. It was warm and snug between her legs, it felt sweaty, the temperature outside didn't help the fact she was wearing stockings in the middle of summer. She never went without them, mummy spent a lot of money on them as she did with underwear, shoes, her wardrobe in general. He on the other hand owned not a lot of clothes, he wasn't allowed to play outside much; mummy had to protect him. He could go out with her, attend parties, sometimes letting him out to play with Uncle Harry, going to their local watering holes, or watching Quidditch games, but those play time dates were few and far between.
When dinnertime had been over, his little girl had cut their time short, storming out when he commented about her boyfriend, he hated the term, boyfriend no such thing. His little girl shouldn't be soiled by men, he would happily have placed a lock on her room and not let her out, but mummy would surely prohibit this.
Hugo went after her, he haphazardly walked in as he sneered at her, calling her a bitch, Rose turned red and walked out. He hated Hugo for being such a nasty chit, but it helped him, he would have to set her right one day, he could wait, he was good at waiting, he practiced it every day, being rewarded when he waited long consecutive days.
"Hugo, thanks for coming by, I think your father needs his rest!" Signalling him to say good-bye to his son and walk up the stairs as he rarely was allowed.
"Oh, Ronald, I'll be up shortly!" Mummy said as she walked Hugo to the front door. He was headed for Uncle Harry's house; he would play some wizards chess with him and Lily, Uncle Harry was lucky like that, Lily still lived at home with her parents or did she? He wasn't sure.
Ronald walked into the bathroom, brushing his teeth, he had to make sure he got rid of all meat between his teeth; mummy hated it when he forgot some. He made a neat job of waxing his beard, his skin had to be smooth, mummy didn't like stubble, waxing it hurt, but it was for a good cause, he thought so anyway. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was pale as he spent a lot of time indoors and mummy would let him out in the garden sometimes. She had charmed their garden so it wasn't overlooked, she walked him there on his leash, in the nude like a good little pup, waggling his tale, sure not to urinate on her flower beds, she liked her cherry red roses.
He stripped his clothes, taking a terry cloth, pumping a small amount of hygiene wash, running cold water from the tub, foaming up the gel, meticulously cleaning his little penis, he rubbed it until it was red, and he made sure not to forget his sack, perineum and butt crack. Waving a wand at his puckered hole cleaning his channel. Everything needed to be prim and proper.
He dried himself, heading for the changing room, selecting his first years Hogwarts uniform, the one mummy ordered from a catalogue; it had shorts instead of trousers. She liked them on him; it reminded her of their ride on the train to Hogwarts, minus the shorts.
He waited in the playroom for mummy to come and punish him. He sat on his knees in the corner, wearing a donkey flapped pointed hat. He had his nose firmly in the corner; he felt his exhale coming back at him. Minty fresh, she would be pleased, he hoped mummy would change her attire, her good little housewife apron removed, dressed in more suitable attire.
"So, how's my little Won-Won? You've been a naughty little pup, haven't you, scaring away mummy's favourite girl! Bad, puppy!" Mummy's voice snarled behind him. Her scent wafting over, she wore that particular kind of scent when she was in a bad mood, it promised nothing good. Or rather it did, for him.
Hermione ran her hand through Ronald's orange/red silky hair. Ugh, she hated it; she favoured long blond thick hair, neatly coiffed, nothing like this thin stuff resembling carrots. Why marry it? Well, the Weasley name stood for something and being part of the 'Golden Trio' also helped her political career. Putting up with the spineless git was worth where she found herself today, punishing the little man also helped, she had never anticipated being a sucker for punishment but alas she was. The man squirmed as she ran her blood red nails over his scalp. "Sssssssh, little pup, mummy will take good care of her lap doggy! You like that huh!" Pulling his hair backwards with a sharp tug, peering in his blue pleading eyes.
Hermione pouted her blood red lips, her hair up in a high pony tail. Wearing a black leather high-collared corset. Her breasts were covered, from the waist down she was bare, straps hanging down fastened on black leather thigh high boots.
"That's it my little pup; mummy wants you to lick it later on, when you have been a good little lap dog!" Hermione chuckled, demeaning Ronald was such a treat, she punished him for heading off , leaving her and Harry in the tent in search of Horcruxes, dumping her for Lavender, going to Quidditch games, leaving her to deal with her babies, that and so much more. She had him quit his job, withholding sex, he had been such a bad performing auror, she couldn't stand him being mediocre at it, better having him at home, like a good little house boy, luckily he was house trained. Molly had done a good job raising him, his role as obedient little boy came naturally to him.
The Wizarding World understood being a part of the Golden Trio had taken its toll on him, he was rewarded with honour medals and let go with dignity, he was still revered when showing his face in public. When she allowed him off course.
"Now, Won-Won!" Hermione purred, dragging him behind her, her fingers still entangled in his orange hair. "What to do with such an insolent little pup!"
Oh, he had trouble keeping his sausage in check, the sight of mummy above him, and her bare lips sending their delicious scent to his nostrils, made him wiggle his bum.
"Oh, I know, let’s find a nice tail, for my little pup! Down boy!" She said as she snapped her fingers, he had to kneel and rest his head on the floor, hands on his back. Watching mummy as she made her way to the toy chest. Opening the bottom drawer, hunching over, on her knees, opening up her vagina so he could smell her better, from this angle he could even peek inside her vagina, it was glorious, she kept is smooth and waxed, a small pearl of her cum shining at him. Almost beckoning him to come and lick it, 'oooooh maybe later, keep your cool!' He reminded himself.
"Now, let’s see which one..." Mummy often talked to herself, contemplating what to do.
"Any suggestions Won-Won? I should say we need a tail that resembles you little sausage, nooh?!" She chuckled again; sausage was such a funny word. "Well? I'm waiting, mummy doesn't like to wait!" She turned her head, her eyes darkened with anger.
"Uhm, the one attached to the plug resembling your crooked finger would be nice mummy; I like it when it hits my scrotum! I would kind of like that a lot mummy!" He looked at her with his puppy eyes. He had not had her finger up his arse for some time now, he wanted it so much.
"Okay, drop your shorts and let mummy inspect your hole, you did clean it didn't you!" Snapping her fingers again.
Ronald dropped his trousers like they were on fire, showing her his bare arse.
Hermione inspected his puckered hole, he moved his muscles just a tad bit, he was eager. Good she liked eager; he'd do anything for her and believe you me, anything. "Won-Won.... Is it really clean, it looks like you missed a spot.” He hadn't really, his tight folded muscle looked squeaky clean, but he wasn't to know, was he? "Come my little lap dog, let's get you up on the table, oh and bring your leash, like a good little puppy!" Hermione tapped her fingers on her wrist whilst she waited for Ron to return with his collar and leash. Ronald hurried back with his leash in his mouth, collar schlepping behind him, dropping it in front of Hermione. "That's it boy, now hold still whilst mummy collars you!" Tapping his head showing him her appreciation.
Sometimes it was so rewarding working with him, Hermione had been heart broken when Rose had disappeared without finishing her meal. Something had bugged her, she was sure of it. Ronald calling her his 'little girl' had triggered her action. Hermione felt something nag at the back of her brain. Discarding it as her game with Ronald commenced, she had not felt like it, but him caressing her upper thigh had let her to this action, she should play this one more often, Ronald was such an eager puppy. Snapping her fingers, he crawled atop the table, bringing him just high enough for her to work comfortably with him.
She had ordered the table at a Muggle Veterinarian supply store, she could tap her foot on a lever to lower or lift the table. It was also easily cleanable, and it was black rubber on steel, matching the interior of her playroom.
"Sit!" She ordered Ronald, he sat with his legs dangling over the edge, he knew what was coming; she wanted to inspect him. He felt the table rise, so Mummy could have him closer to her. She cupped his balls, weighing them gently in her hand kneading them, bringing her nose close;" you washed?" She sized him up, he was scrutinised inch by inch. She sniffed him. "Ah well, this will do for now! Your sausage, have you cleaned that little thing as well?" She liked to refer to it as sausage, little thing and so on, decimating him inch by inch. Ronald felt hot, her words stung like hell, he liked it, wanted it. Sometimes she reminded him of Bellatrix, she had humiliated him when he was without Hermione and Harry. Somehow she had broken him, letting him believe he needed to be made feeling small. Even after twenty odd years it worked.
"Do, you suppose it has shrunk since we played last?" Hermione chuckled, licking her lips as she held his penis in her hand, squeezing it, her hand vice like. Slowly it hardened in her hand.
She retracted his foreskin, inspecting it on its cleanliness, sniffing it again; a pearly translucent drop appeared on its slit. Hermione gathered it with her index finger, holding it up like treat for her pup. "Lick!" He did carefully not to anger his mistress.
"That's it boy, lick your juice!" Her voice soothingly coaxing him, letting go of his hardened penis. "Mummy thinks your penis and bottom are thoroughly cleaned, on your hands and knees!" Pulling his leash, making him arch his back accordingly. He wriggled his arse, like a dog, missing its tail. Oh, he so wanted his tail, mummy inserting it with its plug in his sphincter would be such a treat. He made sounds like a puppy, huffing and squeaking, looking at her pleadingly.
"Sssssh, boy! You'll need to earn it!" Hermione walked towards a cabinet, opening its doors, several whipping garments displayed. She felt the straps of the leather tassel. Ron drooled, 'oh, gods yes the tassel'. Hermione discarded it, opting for a riding crop and nozzle instead.
"Undress!" She slapped the end of the crop in the palm of her hand, nice and firm, that would be it.
Ronald discarded the rest of his clothes. He was wearing some kind of leather harness, his nipples had been pierced. A ring at the back of the harness could be used to be attached to various objects. Ronald liked the feel of the harness, restriction felt liberating.
Hermione pulled the leash again, Ronald held his head so Hermione could slip the nozzle over his face, it had a horse like bit inside, and he had to bite it. It prohibited him from speaking. Hermione preferred it today. Holding the leash she traced his back with the leather of the riding crop, caressing his skin with the smooth leather end. Ending above his tailbone, before he knew it she slapped his balls with the leather patch, it hurt like hell. Tears sprang in his eyes, he tightened his puckered hole. Oh holy fuck yeah, that was what it felt like, he had forgotten? The sensation hitting his pleasure centre.
"I'll count for you, as you're no able to talk." Hermione smirked devilishly, she could have her way with him now, she could strike him as often as she liked. Lightly tapping his sack again, watching him squirm, it hurt him; she caught on to the fact, the tip of his ears turned reddish indicating the fact. She tapped him lightly ten more times alternating it with his right and left buttock, striking them viciously. His back went rigid as she proceeded. Her pussy turned soppy, watching her husband writhe in agony and pleasure. The spineless git. Oh. How she liked to dominate him, all those little men combined in him, trying to talk her down, not knowing her determination was fuelled on as she rises within the Wizarding World, dirty little Mudblood my arse, she thought. Beneath her a pureblood begging her to spank him. That's why she choose him as well, being a pureblood proving once and for all she a 'Mudblood' being superior to them all.
She had struck his backside before it started to bleed, tearing skin would be messy, and she didn't need that today. She removed Ronald's nozzle, drool had gathered inside, it had dripped onto the clean surface. "Oh, look bad little doggy has salivated onto the worktop! Tsss, mummy doesn't like fluids on her workspace, you know that Won-Won!" She chuckled again, it wasn't something he could have avoided, but it made for a nice excuse, reprimanding him on his bodily control or rather lack of. "I'm glad you didn't piss all over the table! That would have been so much worse; mummy so dislikes the stench of urine!" Oh gods, talking like this turned her on, the harsh word came easily from her tongue, she had to restrain herself from talking like this to her minions, she wanted though Merlin knew she wanted to.
Ronald became tired of being on his hands and knees, he felt he was getting too old for this, but didn't tell his mistress, she would stop, he didn't want that.
"I'll let you clean your drool later!" She reached for the tail and plug from a nearby tray, a bottle with lubrication standing next to. She started to squeeze some lubricant atop his arsehole.
Ronald held his breath, ow fuck this was it, she would insert the finger-come-plug in his arse it would hit the back of his prostrate, every time he moved it would stimulate that particular part of his anatomy.
"Now, boy brace yourself, mummy will plug your hole." Hermione stated. Pushing the plug in inch by inch until it sat wedged in Ronald's arse, a tail dangling behind him. "That's a good little pup!" Waggle your tail for your mistress." Hermione scrunched her nose as the object moved before her. Oh and another thing, she pulled his sausage down, easing up a cock ring.
Ronald felt heavy, his back channel filled and his penis squeezed by a ring, he could barely take it, but he managed. He had to.
"Clean the table! Won-Won" she sneered throwing an anti-septic spray and a cloth towards her husband. She watched as he meticulously cleaned his drool from the work-surface.
When he was done Hermione pulled up the gynaecological footsteps up, sitting between them, leaning back, easing her feet up there. Leaning back, Ronald knew what his task was. She closed her eyes, waiting, and her gaping pussy on full display. 'And oooooh yes...' Something warm and wet lapped at her fleshy rose, Ronald's flat tongue lapped up her now very wet cunt, and he pushed his tongue deep in her throbbing flesh.
Hermione grabbed the side of the table, bracing herself at the sensation that washed over her. She was so glad he waxed his face; she could dream it was a woman lapping at her little pearly nub. "Ooooh, Wo-Won, you make mummy happy!" She imagined he was wagging his tail. She heard him growl happily drinking her juice, she knew he enjoyed this part, he was such a good doggy, happy to please its mistress, seeking approval. “Oh, yessss, just like that!" She felt her nipples harden as Ronald hit the right spot; she saw stars on the inside of her eyelids, thrusting her hips, meeting his mouth. "Come on boy, deeper, push it in deeper, harder, more, more, mooooooreee!!!" He had hit the spot Hermione keened into a blissful state. Oh yes, she sometimes forgot how good he was at pleasuring her orally.
Hermione needed a moment to come back, opening her eyes she saw Ronald licking his hand as he rubbed her cum off his face, Hermione was satisfied with his actions. Her eyes watched his engorged cock squeezed tightly by the cock ring; Ronald's sausage was still very erect, swaying as he licked himself clean. Hermione release herself from her leg confinement, taking Ronald's leash in her hand placing him back on his hand and knees, pulling his tail, slowly twisting it inside his anus, stimulating his prostate.
Ronald gritted his teeth; it was such a good feeling. He desperately needed to cum now; he made huffing puppy sounds like a dog whimpering for attention.
Hermione smiled, she was in charge of his release, "on your back, paws up, let mummy tickle your belly!" Hermione told him it was her game; Ronald showed him her belly in submission. She tickled it, rubbing circles, stimulating his anus plug, cupping his sack. "Come! Won-Won squeeze your cum from your sausage!" Necessary evil, she dearly hoped he wouldn't spill a drop on her, she hated the stuff, it reeked, it tasted foul, and overall it was yucky.
Ron gritted his teeth, clenched his jaw, closed his eyes, as he came, ejaculating, 'fortunately', on his stomach. Hermione had pulled her hand back in time.
Yuck he was so ugly when he came, like he was dumping shit into a toilet, he was such a primal being. Luckily she had not to lower herself like this for the foreseeable future. She had done her marital duty.
Ronald cried as he came, knowing he had to wait for some time when he was allowed to cum, he would humiliate himself trying to vey for her attention.
Hermione grabbed his leash, “come Won-Won, mummy will take you for a walk in the garden, now don't go urinating all over the garden, mummy hates that!" Ronald nearly jumped up and down with excitement, yeay the garden; he had not been out for days now. Mummy must be pleased with him.
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