ENTRY #11

[torino10154]

Title: Innappropriate
Author: songquake
I am of legal drinking ag1e in my region: (yes/no) YUP YUP YUP
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Molly Weasley/Aerthr Weasley
Challenge/Prompts used:
Arthur Weasley
Ottery St Catchpole
Misuse of Muggle Artifacts
Plugs
Tinker
NEW – Dad(dy)
Summary: When Molly catches Arthur using inappropriate apps on his miPhone.
Rating/Warnings: I'm hoping for NC-17. Sexual genderplay. Kink. DADDY kink. Apparently humiiation kink, which I wasn't expecting. Good use as well as misuse of Muggle Artifacts. Terrible childish euphemisms.
Word count:
Author's Notes (if any): Um, I don't know if the characters at teh beginning o fthe ifc would recgonize themselve s at the end of the fic, but atht's what FWF is all about, yeah?


Arthur was at the stage of his life in which he wanted tot ry new things. His kidos were all (finally) out of the house—how did he think that having seven children in under ten years was going to be good for personal exploration?

He wasn't sure how mcuh he wanted to share scuh exploration with Mollywobbles, though. ALothough she had been quite the qdventurous little wench in their early days. BUt how much would she be willing tno try to experiment now theat they were over. And maybe include soem Misuese of Muggle Artifacts?

He should ahve knownt aht she would be game. Not until after she'd givein him what-for, howeer.

"ARTHUR BILIUS WEASLEY!" she said, forcefully but more in a quiet dangerout way than the capslok would suggest. "What are you doing with a TINKER apo n your phone?"

"Er..."

THe thing was, when he first downloaded both TInker and Tinder; he thought they might be apps to help him find folks to do wood working or artifact-enhancing with. And it turns out they were.... just not with the kind of wood that grew on trees, at least not for tinder. The Tinker app had something to do with Wixen oming together over what they called "muggle and magical pervertibles." Gbut also adjusting Muggle tsex toyes for Wiexen to use. But Molly somewhow seemed WAY TOO NWIEDGEABKE abit Muggle aps and wizarding apps and the fact that Arthur, at a nice grandfatherly age of sixty something, was Up To Something on his miPhone (using Magical Internact)...when he htought she had only ever been on the FaceGrimoire or the Winstagram. But Molly had a way of well, lecturing first and asking questions later. And hnetly, Arthur knew he was probably doing mroe with other Wixen than Molly would approve of.

but brekaing Molly Prewitt Weasley'r fules was a thing of beauty. At least if you were Arrthur.

"I'm interested in plugs...and things with plugs... and things that Get Plugged...." Arthur started rambling. "And did you know that the muggles hae a device called a Magic Wand? It used to be plug-in, butnow it's... well, you plug it in but it's recharcheale, they say, and can make a witch feel ALL SORTS fo nice htings..." He paused. "I've got one in the shed that i've been teaching to run on magic, Molls."

MOlly raised one eyebrow. "I believe you are in trouble, young man," she said."What do you call me when you are in trouble?"

Arthur paused. His answer here might decide hwo rough Mlly was going to br with him. He really wanted strict but nurturing today. "Sorry, Daddy," he said. "I should have asked permission before looking around on Tinker and Tinder. But I haven't MET anyone on these sapps."

Molly looked unimpressed. "I want to see what you hae done." she said. "Take me to the shed."

"But Daddy," Arthur whinged. "The shed is too messy to use the things I've been tinkering with."

"Did you think you were going to get rewarded by using any of these?" Molly retorted. She was holding her wand in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, the latter appearing as fi by magic becuse they were in the back garden and not the kitchen. (Retcon in the same paragrpah ftw!) "Little boys don't get to dictate the terms of their coming clean."

Arthur felt himself begin to really harden then. In the sexy way--- he was reallya turned on by Molly taking cahrge and taking no prisoners. or maybe she'll let me be a prisoner, he htought before remembring he'd asked for Daddy and not Mistress. So he walked, just a little bowlegged, toward the shed and unlatched the padlock.

The shed could be well-lit, but before he could cast a Lumos, Molly had cast a mild stupefy,taken Arthur's wand, and set a bluebell to give off just enough glow that the contentts of he shed still looked mysterious. "When I take off the spell," she told Arthur, "I want you stand clasping your wrists behind your back until further instruction." Arthur couldn't say anything quite yet, but that instruction wasn't something to safeword from when teh stupefy came off. Freed, he voluntairly clasped his writsts behind himself. He also, wisely, elected not to speak, as Molly ad a thing about "bad boys should be seen and not herafd." (Not really, but I had a moment f wantign to use such a cliche and anyway, Molly needs artr to misbehave if she's gonna get all strict on his arse, doesnt;t she?)

"Now, Arthur," she said. "show me all your plugs. And all the things you've learned abbout from Tinder and Tinker."

"YEs, Daddy," Arthur said, looking down. Molly put two finers underneath his chin and made him look into her eyes. "Yes, Daddy?" he repeated.


"If you're a really good boy, we might misuse some of these Muggle Artifacts together."

Arthur blushed. "Might.... might you open up my...." he stuttered to a stop, embarrassed to use the euphemsm for arsehole Daddy made him use since "arsehole" was inappropriarte for Good Boys.

"You need to say the wrds if you wnat me to know what you want," Molly said. "Not that I am promising."

The humiliation of it was always delicious to both of them. "Daddy, will you open up my Catchpole?"
"The whole term, Arthur. We mustn't be embarrassed to call thigns what they are."

Een if they are humiliating euphemisms, Arthur thought. "Would you please open up my Ottery St Catchpole, Daddy, so that you can go all the wayt hrough me?"

"It depends, young man, on what we've got here."

Well that was promising. "How can I be a good boy for you, Daddy?" Arthur tried to maintain his position, but he was excited and squirmy. he clutched his wrists tighter so he wouldn't wriggle and show off his hardening pickle. (It was between pickle and bratwurst, okay, and if Molly's making him call his arse hole his Ottery st catchpole, pickle seems more humiliatinga s a euphemism). His face felt hot and he was starting to breathe a little harder.

"Show me this Magic Wand of yours," Molly said.

Arthur pointed to Molly's hand. "But you're holding my wand, Daddy!" He knew that was a bad idea, but bratting was really fun sometimes. and Molly's other hand still held her Muggle-style wooden spoon, which they'd bought together very early in ther marriage. Also, she'd transfigured somewho her outfit from a regualr grandmotherly type of outfit into soemthing more masculine, like somthing Arthur might see other men wearing while at work at the MInistry.

Masculine-Daddy-Molly was such a turn on. Her hair was drawn back under a wizard's hat, but Arthur was sure it was pinned down to appear as inconspicuous as pussible underneath it. And she was wearhing dragonhide boots which, truely were not standard ministry business attire but which made her that much taller and certainly more imposing. And as she glared at him she tapped her hand with her wooden spoon and said, "Arthur, you know which Magic Wand I meant. Now, please."

Arthur walked to the locked trunk in which he kept his contraband items (it was still illegal to try to get eckletronics to run on magic) and said, "Please Daddy, will you open my box?" He blushed at the double entrentdre of the words. Er. Molly unlocked it with a double strngth alohomora and Arthur reached in and extracted the Magic Wand, complete with cord and plug.

"Have you not made it run on magic, then?" Molly asked.

"Er, it runs on magic. But I do love plugs," Arthur said.

Molly smirked. "Is it this sort of plug you like, then, young man?"

"No, Daddy," Arthur said. "I like all sorts of Plugs." He looked at the Magic Wand in his hand. "And Cords."

Show me how it works, " commanded Molly.

"See, daddy, you push this button here adn it starts to buzz. And you put it where you want ot feel good." Arthur paused. "and You push this other button to make it go faster, and this one to do what they call 'patterns.'" He pushed each button to show Daddy.

"And have you tried it out, Arthur? Go on, show Daddy how it works."

Arthur turned it on. "daddy, I've tried it out, but it's usually meant for Daddy-style pickles, not Arthur-style ones." But he rubbed it along the front of his trousers anyway, up and down along the sides of his pickle. He widened his stance and pushed the Magic Qant between his legs so that it buzzed behind his bollocks.

"How does it feel, young man?"

Arthur shuddered, catching his breath before responding. "It feels...too good, Daddy. LIke maybe I'm going to come soon."

"Turn it off then, Arthur."

Arthur did but not before he pushed it just a little bit harder into the seam of his torusers for a moemnt. HE hoped Daddy didnt' knowtice.

"Dont think I didn't notice that, Aerhwe." Damn. "Now, waht other implements have you got in that trunk there?"

Arthur took out the several sexy or potentially sexy items from tha box and laid them across the sawhorse. "well, this sawhorse is one of them, Daddy, but we needn't enchant it. Except that you could incarcerous me to it."

"Hm, that has potential, young man, though more impersonal than I usually like when I'm giving you punishments."

:Yes, Daddy," Arthur said. "So we've got here some..." he lowered his voice, "anal plugs that have no magic in them, though there is space in that lartger one for what they call a 'bullet vibe,' and I reckon you could stick a vibrating wand in."

"YOu reckon, young Arthur? YOu mean you haven't tried?"

"No, Daddy." Arthur squirmed as the silence stretched uncomfortably. "I had trouble getting the angle right to put my wand in the hole when the plug was up my Catchpole."

"I see," said Molly. "What else have you learned from the Tinder and Tinker Muggles, tehn?"

"These here," Arthur said, "are clothespins."

"arthur." Molly's tone was rather exasperated. "I know what clothespins are."

"Oh, yes Daddy."

"What are you suggesting we use them for, Arthur?"

"Daddy, some people use them to pinch their partners. Like, on the milk bags, DaddyAr. Or on giggleberries."

"Clever," Molly mused. "What else?"

Arthur held up a plastic jar (Plastic was pne of his favourite Muggle materials, along siwht silicone, of course) filled with a sort of blue potion. "This is called Ben Gay, Daddy. It's not magical at all, but apparently helos with aches and pains and can also... make your sensitive parts tingly."

"Do you need help feeling tingly, young man?"

"Daddy, This makes sensitive parts TOO tingly."

Molly nodded wisely. "And I suppose you have tried out all these things without asking permission, yes? Have you forgot how you're supposed to ask permission to ejaculate?"

Despite his status as a grown man with decades of sexual experience, Arthur was abashed. "I didn't forget, Daddy. It was naughty of me to try them. I tired not to come without you."

"I think," MOlly said, " that we need to teach you a lesson, young man. I think we need to teach you that lesson my old-ashioned way and then you can help Daddy feel good too." Molly walked to where Arthur kept a rattan chair (that's a thing, right?) by his workbench and pulled it out facing Arthur. She sat. "bring me the anal plug, and the Magic Wand. And the BEn Gay. WE'll see how much you like those when I'm in charge."

Arthur brought his Daddy the requested items. Molly opened her wizarding robe, leaving only her trousers between Arthur and her own skin. She sat.

"Take off your trousers then," she said. Arthur took off his trousers. "now lie across my lap for your correction. We'll start with ten from my hand on your bare bottom." She laid those things Arthur had brought on teh workbench as well as both their wands and the wooden spon. everythign within reach. Because Molly plans ahead.

Ten smacks with her hand warmed Arthur up but didn't make him squeaal or cry. Daddy always strarted with the and and ,,, wait. Daddy also took off her hat, Because spanking with the pointed hat on is just silly. And too hot. Like in temperature.

Anyway, ten warm up smacks before Molly grabbed the wooden spoon. "And now ten of these."

The problem was, Arthur was very turned on by getting spanked. He got a rush from Moly takign physical charge like this, not raising her voice ro really lecturing him, but making him tell her what he had done wrong and then just giving CONSEQUENCES. After the first ten with the spoon, Molly asked Arthur to tell her why he was being punished.

"For being a naugthy boy, Dddy, " he said.

"What did you do that was naughty, Arthur? Why do you need to be punihsed?"

"Becuase I forgot that you are in charge of my... sedxual development, Daddy. I researched things and asked other people on a naughtey app on my miPhone, and i talked to strangers about what I like, and becuase I tried out new things wtihout asking you and came without your permission five times."

"and you tried to pleasure yourself more than I permitted this afternoon, while you were explaining your naughtiness."

Aethur tried hard not to hump her. "Yes, Daddy."

"So, here is what happens next. YOu will demonstrate self-control. I will putt that nice plug you got inot your Ottery St Catchpole and put the pole of my wand inside to set it to buzz. You will not come. I will also put some of that Ben Gay on your giggleberries and you can see how you like that. But still you will not come. And then I will give you the rest of your spanking, fifteen more. You will NOT COME. You will tell me when you're getting close and we'll take a break. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Arthur said.

"Are you contrite or are you pouting?"

Arthur wasn't sure. Neither was the writer. Either way, Molly decided to add a few more smacks with the spoon.

The buzzing against his prostate was difficult enough to manage without coming, but when smacks jostled the pressure, it became almost impossible. Arthur was squirming and panting in minutes, his balls really burning too. "Daddy! I can't not come!"

"Yes you CAN." Molly dropped the spoon and hauled Arthur's shoulder's up.

"Thank you for helping me, Daddy," Arthur croacked. He was facing his eyes toward the floor, looking at Molly's boots. He took a few deep breaths. The buzzign continued. The burinign continued. Arthur dug his fingers into his thighs to remind himself not to clench aroudn the plubg.

"Good boy, Arthur. We're almost there, " Molly soothed. "I want you to take off my trousers and pants and show me how that Magic wand works on my parts. "

"Yes, Daddy," Arthur said reverently. He looked up at Molly and saw her looking appreciating at his nakedness, his shirt hanging over his paunch and sthe buttons splitting across his very hard Beaters Bat. (I dunno. I can't remember if I've used a OOOHHHHH NEver mind). Splitting across his very hard PICKLE. Gherkin, really. Ugh I can't keep track of the stupid euphemisms anymore.

Arthur knelt and undid the buttons on Molly's trousers, taking them off one lega at at time and then looking up to see her nod in permission before taking her pants down as well. He took the Magic Wand off the worksbenchand ...plugged it back into the magical eckletircitiy generator or something. It was probably already plugged in, but I can't put this sentence earlier because NO EDITING. Molly sat back on the chair and Aethur knelt before her. He set the Wand to itls slowest setting and ran it up her left thigh, then her right. Molly spread her legs wider so Aethur could see where he was aiming. Sor of. The head of the Magic Wand was as wide as a Bludger, almost. Arthur could see the wetness glistening around Molly's kitty, however, AND the pearl that was pushing itshood up. He moved the magic Wand in a small circle, moving it then from back to front and back again, until mMolly gasped and told him to take it off.

"I think it's time for the rest of your spanking, young man."

So she spanked him. And he came. So she spanked him some more, harder, leaving bruises. "You are very naughty, aren't you, young mand. NO sense of decorum, no self-control. See, I could stop myself from coming , I knew when I needed to stop, but you just let me spank you past he point of no return."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Arthur groaned, his voice rough. Molly magicked off the vibrations on teh plug inside Arthur's Ottery St Catchpole. She gave him five mroe smacks, for which he said, "Tahnk you daddy."

Then Molly took the Magic Wand from Arthur and made him kneel, balls tingling, spunk drying on his legs, while she took her time running it all over her sweet spots until she came, shouting in satisfaction. Arthur so loved watching different parts of Daddy flush as she took care of herself. If Arthur were younger, he'd be hardening his pickel again.

"Well,, that was some good fun," Molly said breathily. "Shall we go into the house and have a nice bath, Arthur?"

"With bubbles?"

"Yes, and some nice snacks and tall glasses of water, my sweet, forgiven young man."

THE END.

Comments

[walgesang]

Molly somewhow seemed WAY TOO NWIEDGEABKE Hee!

And Molly as Daddy? Extra hot! :D I love the names of the wizarding apps too, very clever!