"I didn’t say you can talk yet either." she scolded. "Crop." from someone passing Ron was sure it was Neville, a horse crop of some kind was put in her hand. He stiffened as she put the leather loop end under his chin. "Be naughty again, and I’ll strip you and welt you." Ron nodded. "Do you understand me? You can say yes, or no Ma’am." Ron licked his lips staring down at the wet, and pink nipples on Luna. 