Author note: This is Part 2 of a 3 Part series. The story picks up almost immediately after Part 1, which you should read first for best results.)

Andy Newton woke up a bit confused, not quite sure where he was. One thing he quickly became aware of was that his bottom was throbbing with a burning pain for some reason... oh yeah, now he remembered. Those Circe-cursed Hornet Briefs! Those were some Christmas present all right. His father did have a sense of humor that was sometimes... shall we say... a bit odd. But really, giving your children a Christmas gift that would later be used to magically thrash their bottoms? That hardly seemed in the Christmas Spirit!

The next thing Andy became aware of was his little brother still sleeping next to him on the sofa, and they were still holding hands. He gave Mike's hand a gentle squeeze and his brother shifted a bit, but did not wake up. Well, the little guy deserved some sleep after what he had been through. Even though it was mostly Mike's fault that they ended up fighting... No! Andy stopped that line of thinking right there. He was the older brother, and it took two people to have a fight. It was mostly his own fault.

Besides, however you wanted to divvy up the blame, the fight was both their faults in the end. The result was that their ends were both red and throbbing with pain, so they had paid the price. Andy knew that Dad wouldn't mention it again as long as they didn't fight. So he and Mike needed to let their bottoms heal and then get on with their lives, peacefully. Hopefully Mike will see it that way, too.

Hmmm. He could smell something cooking, and it smelled good. His mother was an excellent cook. She must be in the kitchen making lunch. Andy lifted his head to look over the arm of the sofa... and saw his father and sister sitting at the dining room table. Apparently Dad was starting to teach Jenny wizard's chess. Good luck with that one, Dad. So far Jenny had shown little interest in games... with the possible exception of mind games.

Andy lowered his head back to the pillow and tried to go back to sleep, but it didn't work. He wasn't tired enough at that point for the urge to sleep to overcome the burning ache from his backside. Plus he needed to pee.

Soon Mom announced that lunch was nearly ready. Andy woke up Mike and after visiting the bathroom to wash up, among other things, they helped set the table for lunch. The three young Newtons were clad only in shirts, socks and their Hornet underwear as the family ate lunch. The children were allowed to sit on pillows while eating lunch, but were warned that they might not be allowed that privilege at dinner.

Andy was more or less comfortable sitting on his pillow while eating lunch. This was surprising, since the pain immediately after the thrashing was so bad that he thought he might not be able to sit down normally for at least a week. Now, less than 3 hours later he was sitting on a pillow and not howling in agony. Of course his bottom still burned brighter if he shifted his weight around, and he wasn't the only one. Andy couldn't help but notice that Mike, who normally fidgeted even while eating, was sitting perfectly still while eating his lunch.

As lunch ended, Daniel and Alice agreed to answer their children's questions about the Hornet Briefs and Panties. These questions were:

Q) Can anyone with a wand thrash them when they are wearing the Hornet undies?

A) No. There is another spell that must be cast on the Hornet underwear to activate them. It only activates them for the owner of that particular wand. Also the activation spell doesn't work for anyone under the age of 18, even if they have a wand. In fact the Hornet underwear the Newton children were given for Christmas had only been activated by their parents. So they didn't have to worry about being thrashed by anyone but their parents using the Hornet underwear.

Q) Can you accidentally thrash the wrong person with the Hornet undies?

A) It doesn't seem likely. For starters, why would anyone be wearing their Hornet underwear unless they had been ordered do to so? If you are wearing them it means that one of us is intending to thrash you, so... no real chance of accidental thrashing.

Q) What happens if we put on the Hornet underwear the wrong way around?

A) Well it's not supposed to work unless you are wearing the underwear properly. But for safety sake always make sure the cartoon hornets are on the outside and that the larger hornet with the big stinger is on the back, covering your buttocks. If you get it wrong and the failsafe doesn't functon correctly you could be in big trouble! As an added precaution we intend to always double check that the hornets are in the right places before we activate them for a thrashing.

Q) You wouldn't use the Hornet underwear on us while friends or family were visiting, would you?

A) In the case of muggle visitors we can't use them on you since it would be illegal. In the case of magical visitors, why not? They are becoming extremely popular with wizarding parents of younger children. So you will likely find that most witches and wizards around your ages either already have their own Hornet underwear, or will have it very soon.

There was a near mutiny later that afternoon when the Newton children learned that they would have company for dinner that evening. Professor Rafael Spooner and his wife, Madame Georgia Spooner, were old friends and former teachers of Daniel and Alice Newton. Professor Spooner was, and in fact still is, the Transfiguraton teacher at the Franklin School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, their parents' alma mater. Madame Fulton (her maiden name) had been the Flying teacher and Quidditch coach back when their parents were students at the Franklin School. Madame Spooner had since married, retired from teaching and was currently a full time homemaker and mother. The Spooners would be accompanied by their two sons, 12-year-old Benjamin and 9-year-old Randall.

"But mother," said Andy, in his most reasonable tone of voice, "you wouldn't want to be embarrassed by having your old friends and teachers see your children running around in their underpants in front of company, would you?"

Both Mike and Jenny indicated their fervent support for this line of reasoning.

"I won't be embarrassed, dear," said Mom. "But hopefully you three will be."

"But mother...!" said Andy.

"Don't fret, dear," said Mom. "The Spooners have children of their own, I'm sure they're used to seeing youngsters running around the house in varying states of dress... and undress."

"Well yes," said Mike, "but not when there's company visiting!"

"Possibly," admitted Mom. "But I recall that they both enjoy new experiences, so if they haven't seen that before, they will definitely see it this evening."

"But mother!" said Jenny, working up to her finest whine, "You're not gonna let those Spooner boys see me in my panties, are you?"

"Your brothers see you like that quite often, dear."

"Yeah, but they're just my brothers... they don't count."

Andy suspected that his sister's last statement covered a whole list of issues, but now was not the time to have that fight. They needed to stay on track here. "Jenny's right, mom. She shouldn't be made to run around in her panties in front of boys she's never met before."

"She has met them before, dear," said Mom. "In fact you all have, about 3 or 4 years ago at a Franklin School alumni picnic. Jenny might be too young to remember them, though."

"I don't remember them," said Jenny, sternly.

"Don't worry, dear. Whether they remember you or not, I'm sure Master Benjamin and Master Randall will be young gentlemen and won't stare at your panties. In any event they'll probably be more interested in playing with your brothers."

"And what about us?" said Mike. "We'll be in just our underpants, too!"

"Yes dear, but boys are boys," said Mom. "Unless one of you has been practicing underage Transfiguration since the last time I saw you in the bath, you don't have anything very different from what the Spooner lads have inside their own underpants."

"But mother!" said Andy.

"No buts!" said Mom, starting to lose her patience. "You three will be attending boarding school starting at age eleven. That's in September for you, Andy, less than nine months away. You will be living in a dormitory with other wizards, or witches in Jenny's case. In addition to sleeping together in a dorm, you will shower or bathe in a common bathroom. You will get to see your dorm mates - really all your house mates of the same gender - in all states of dress, from full school uniforms down to birthday suits. And they will get to see you the same way. A boarding school dormitory is no place for false modesty. You may as well get used to people other than your family members seeing you partially dressed now. It will save you a lot of stress when you get to school."

Andy realized his mother was right. Mike looked thoughtful, which was actually unusual for him. Only Jenny still seemed upset and unconvinced.

"I still don't think it's right," said Jenny. "Are boys allowed in the girl's dormitories at Franklin School?"

"Well, no," said Mom. "In your case I consider it a supplemental punishment, not that it won't also be that for your brothers, from the way they're complaining."

"Supplemental?" said Jenny.

"Extra punishment," said Mom.

"Why should I get extra punishment? said Jenny. "In fact, why should my brothers?"

"Because," said Mom, "you've all been poorly behaved lately. That stuff this morning was just the final straw. In fact you're lucky that Santa didn't get an updated naughty/nice list in time. Or all three of you may have ended up without nice presents this year."

Jenny was still staring at her mother with a very cross look on her face. Andy suddenly wondered how many pops his sister had received from her Hornet Panties that morning. It couldn't have been anything close to what he and Mike had gotten. There is no way in hell that Andy would have been giving either of his parents an angry look like that one... not with an already throbbing bottom that was still encased in the Hornet Briefs that had caused the damage in the first place.

Mom looked at her daughter thoughfully, "I'll tell you what, Jenny. You can go upstairs and change back into regular underwear and put on some jeans if you want - you boys, too."

"Cool!" said Mike, who started to turn to leave.

"There is just one thing you have to do first," said Mom.

"Huh?" said Mike, stopping in his tracks and looking back at his mother.

"Go bend over the sofa in the living room," said Mom, "all three of you. Stay in position while I activate your Hornet underpants and repeat the same thrashings you received this morning."

"Whoa! Whoa!" said Andy, reaching behind to cover the seat of his briefs with both hands, "No way!" He heard similar words of protest from Mike.

"What if I do it?" said Jenny, still facing her mother defiantly. "Do you really have the nerve to cast that spell?"

In a split second Mom pulled her wand out of her housecoat. She pointed it at her defiant daughter.

"Verbero 2!"

That unique popping sound was heard coming from the seat of Jenny's panties. She literally jumped in place and screamed! Her hands moved to rub her flaming backside.

Pop! Jenny shrieked and bucked, and actually fell to the floor, bawling. "Stop it Mommy! It hurts!"

Alice Newton approached and stood over her daughter, who was rolling on the floor, sobbing and rubbing the seat of her panties. "Does that answer your question, Jennifer?"

"Yes mommy! I'm soooo sorrrry! I'll be good!"

"So you'll stop arguing and accept the fact that you will stay dressed as you are now until bedtime tonight?"

"Yes mommy! I won't argue anymore!"

"Good," said Mom. She turned her attention, and her wand, on her sons. "What about you two?"

Andy had never looked down the business end of his mother's wand before... and he wasn't enjoying the experience. It fact he was in serious danger of having an accident in his brand new Hornet Briefs. Mike darted towards Andy, who thought his little brother was gonna try and hide behind him. He was surprised when Mike instead put his arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Save us!" Mike whispered urgently.

"Mom," said Andy, putting an arm around Mike's shoulder. "While it is true that we were trying to change your mind, we respect your authority over us, in this and in all things. We would both prefer to stay dressed as we are until bedtime tonight and avoid any further trouble. But if you order us to bend over the sofa, we'll do it and try to bear any punishment you give us as best we can."

Mike shot his brother a look of disbelief during the last sentence of his speech, but the little guy stayed by his brothers's side and looked hopefully at this mother.

Alice Newton smiled. "Well isn't this something new? Respectful sons? Yes, I think I could get used to that. These Hornet Briefs seem to be paying off already."

Andy had a sudden sick feeling in his stomach at the mention of the briefs. "Are you gonna....?"

"No dear," said Mom, chuckling slightly. "I'm not gonna thrash you boys again... provided that you behave the rest of the day, and tonight."

Both boys immediately promised to behave and be polite to the Spooners.

"Very good," said Mom. "Please pick up your sister and put her on the sofa. I think she needs a nap. Put her in the same spot you used for your nap this morning."

"Yes, ma'am," said Andy. He picked Jenny up by her shoulders and Mike grabbed her feet. All the defiance had been thrashed out of her and the sobbing girl did not resist being carried by her brothers. They laid her on the sofa, face down. "Get her some tissues, Mike."

Mike retrieved some tissues and helped Jenny wipe her face and blow her nose. Meanwhile Andy retrieved the blanket that had covered them earlier and gently covered his sister with it. When she was settled, Andy patted her gently on the head and said, "Get some sleep, sis. I think the pain goes away faster when you're sleeping."

"Thanks," whispered Jenny. She turned her face towards the back of the sofa, and sniffled just a bit as she tried to fall asleep with a throbbing backside.

(Author's Note: This story was inspired by the hidden magical world created by J.K.Rowling for the Harry Potter novels. No claim to any elements borrowed from those stories is made by the author.)