Velvet Handles Spike

 

The reason for his sour mood was because of what happened before this trip:

 

He had recently got into trouble with Twilight and, after a fight, she made him send a letter to her parents. After some back and forth, he was scheduled for a train ride to the capital with strict instructions to visit them. Obviously he was in a great deal of trouble to warrant such a response.

 

Twilight was still mad when she was seeing him off in Ponyville. Who knows what her parents will be like?

 

He looked out the window and sighed. The young dragon had a good idea of what was coming. While Twilight never really had the will to punish him in more… severe ways, but her parents had no such reservations. Not to say that the two were strict disciplinarians, but on the rare occasions when they saw fit to punish, naughty rumps were not spared. The train seats were pretty comfortable right now, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that would still be true on the way back home.

 

The thought of what might be coming almost made him want to cry. What stopped him from doing so was the presence of the other passengers on the train, though his twiddling thumbs and squirming tail did little to hide his anxiety.

 

Ponyville was very close to Canterlot, the two settlements being in viewing distance, meaning that the train arrived much earlier than Spike would have liked. When it stopped, Spike solemnly grabbed his backpack, which contained a few basic things since he was staying overnight, and made his way to his possible (certain) doom.

 

Being raised in Canterlot for much of his early years, he knew this section of the city like the back of his claw. He and Twilight had made regular visits to her parents back when they lived in the tower, and he lived with them prior so he knew the route. Similarly to the train ride, he was disappointed by how fast he managed to make it to his oldest home.

 

He took a deep breath then knocked.

 

The door opened and a stallion’s head poked out.

He looked down and smiled. “Spike!” He then looked back. “Honey, he’s here!”

He was soon let in and got a hug from Twilight Velvet.

”Oh, you two don’t visit enough.”

”Uh, sorry.” Spike said quietly.

”You’ll need to talk to Twilight about that, but anyhow, you must be starving! I made dinner.”

Spike was herded to the dining room.

 

The food was good. Velvet was a great cook as always. Even if Spike was thinking too hard on what was coming to enjoy it to its fullest.

 

Seemingly not noticing his moodiness, Velvet and Night Light happily bombarded him with questions about life in Ponyville, which the young dragon tried to answer them as best as he could. The whole thing was treated like a normal family dinner, which made it all the more awkward for him.

 

He ate slowly in hopes of dragging it on for as long as possible in the hopes that this whole thing would be forgotten. Twilight and Night didn’t acknowledge his reasoning for being there so far. As that thought wedged its way into Spike’s brain, he thought that maybe they forgot and that he needn’t worry, which made him match the casual tone of the two ponies. Soon, stories and laughs were exchanged.

 

Eventually it had to end.

 

”I gotta go to the bathroom.” Spike said as he got up.

”Be sure to use the upstairs one.” Said Night Light.

Spike paused as he remembered what he was there for. “S-sure!” He said nervously, still holding on to some hope that he would get out of this.

”And wait for me in Twilight’s room.” Said Velvet.

All hope was lost.

 

Spike silently shuffled upstairs. What was he supposed to say to that?

 

At Twilight’s old room, which he shared with her during visits, Spike sat on the bed. Fear was coursing through him as he waited for Twilight Valvet to arrive.

 

Any second now.

 

The door opened and in came the mare. She held an oval wooden hairbrush in her mouth.

 

Such a tool was useless on a dragon like Spike... That is, if you only look at the front…

 

Spike tried to say something, but the words could not leave his mouth as Velvet sat next to him, looking like this was just another household chore.

”Alright, Spike. Try not to move too much and this’ll be over in a jiffy!” The mare explained as she put her hooves around Spike.

”Ah, wait!” Spike tried to protest. This wasn’t his first rodeo over Velvet’s knee and it never felt “over in a jiffy”. “I don’t wanna!”

Velvet frowned a little. “Now, now, Spike. You know better than to try and get out of this.” She scolded while pulling him over her knee.

The young dragon could do little to resist as he was placed into position.

”You were sent here to get your bummy smacked and that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

Spike whimpered. This part was the worst. Second only to the spanking itself. He didn't want to get his bummy smacked!

 

”Come on, let me off just this once!” Spike begged as he was slowly secured in the proper disciplinary position.

”Oh, hush! You know that won’t work.” Twilight Velvet said as she got her hairbrush ready.

”Pleeease!” Spike tried to beg some more.

He was ignored as his tail was magically lifted.

Unable to leave and rump fully exposed, Spike could only wait in dread as the no doubt horrible spanking would soon commence.

 

Spike whined as his legs and claws were held together with magic and forced to stretch forward. This was a necessary precaution. The family learned early on that leaving sharp dragon claws free in the middle of a spanking was a bad idea for their hind legs. His first ever spanking resulted in a doctor’s visit for Night Light due to a leg injury.

 

After that, Velvet slid a hoof to the side of Spike’s back scales, brushing them to the side and firmly holding him down. Those could get quite hard and sharp when the young dragon was stressed, which was revealed during his second ever spanking, where Velvet needed a doctor’s visit for an injured hoof.

 

Raising a dragon was a real learning experience.

 

Spike gulped. He really didn’t want a sore bum. Those always sucked.

”You don’t need to do this!” He tried to beg one last time.

Velvet sighed. “Of course I do. Now hold still.”

 

The chastisement began.

 

Almost immediately, Spike tried to move out of the way. How could he not? It hurt like crazy!

 

Unfortunately for him, his limbs were held as tight as they could be. There was no escape.

 

Velvet was a relatively fast spanker, able to rain down hard brush swats at a rapid pace, but she also occasionally slowed down in certain spots, replacing fast stingers with harder smacks. These "combo enders" always resulted in harder crying from her victim. It worked wonders on two young unicorn rumps in the past and now it had the same effect on a little dragon.

 

Said dragon was already in a great deal of pain.

”Ow! Please stop! I’m sorry! Ouch!”

Such words were ignored. Twilight Velvet was a mare of action, so she just spanked until she felt like stopping, which was never soon enough for Spike.

 

Eventually, a bit into the flank tenderizing session, Velvet notices Spike’s mouth opening wide, a feint glow emanating from it.

 

Thinking quickly, she dropped the hairbrush and grabbed Spike’s head, making it point upwards. A small stream of green fire spewed out, barely reaching the large desk in the room, engulfing a small notebook on its edge, which disappeared instantly.

 

The two looked in silence.

 

Velvet then gave Spike’s rump a smack with her hoof.

”Bad Spike! No fire!”

”I couldn’t help iiit!” He whined.

 

Velvet groaned. She knew the kind of fire Spike usually spewed. That notebook was going straight to the princess.

”Does this mean I can go?” Spike asked with a bit of desperation.

”Now why in Celestia’s name would you think that?”

”Well, it’s just-“ Spike suddenly let out a burp, fire coming out of his mouth again along with a scroll.

Princess Celestia usually had very fast response times.

 

Velvet grabbed the scroll.

”To my faithful student,”

”While I am always happy to receive mail from you, and your past study notes give me a wonderful sense of nostalgia, I do not quite understand the reasoning for sending this. Care to explain?”

”-Celestia”

 

After reading through it, Velvet undid the magical binding on Spike’s hands. He immediately tried to reach back for some butt rubbing, but was stopped when his claws were blocked by Velvet's free hoof, after which a paper and quill got magically shoved into them.

”Spike, take a letter.” She commanded.

The young dragon hesitantly got ready to write. This was practically muscle memory to him, even if it usually was with the younger Twilight.

 

”Dear Princess Celestia”

Spike wrote as dictated. The last thing we wanted to risk right now was disobeying the mare who still had him in that compromising position.

”I am terribly sorry about the sudden mail. It was completely by accident.”

”Unfortunately, Spike has earned himself a spanking-“

”Wait! I can’t write that!” Spike protested, blushing.

"After what you did back in Ponyville, I don't think you have much room to complain, young dragon." Velvet pointed out.

"But I don't want her to know!"

Velvet’s response was to grab the hairbrush and give his rump a quick tap.

Nothing else was needed as Spike hastily went back to writing.

”During this spanking, he lost his self-control and accidentally sent you the notebook. I hope you understand.”

Spike cringed as he wrote that line. As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

”Sign it under my name and send it off, please.”

”Do I have to?” Spike whined.

”Now, Spike.” Velvet said gently, but firmly.

He signed and reluctantly sent the letter off.

 

It didn’t take long for the response to arrive. The punishment was paused during the short break.

”Velvet took the letter.”

”Dear Twilight Velvet.”

”Of course, I understand. Young creatures often require correction on their hindquarters. Best of luck.”

”-Celestia.”

Velvet smiled and put the letter aside.

 

”Now, where were we.” She got the hair brush ready.

”Aw, come on!” Spike begged as he felt his hands binding together again. “I learned my lesson!”

”Were not done, dear.”

”But that letter I sent to Celestia was super embarrassing! Pleeease, haven’t I suffered enough?!”

”Spike.”

”Pleeeease!”

Velvet rolled her eyes. “Be glad I’m not extending it.”

 

She then went right back to spanking him. And Spike went right back to yelling and pleading.

 

This time, the spanks seemed to be a bit faster, applying additional pressure on that poor dragon tush.

 

”Ow, ow owowowow! It huuurts!”

Stating the obvious did little make it any less horrible. If anything, it seemed to make it worse.

 

Thankfully, Velvet’s earlier words were true. She did not spank any more then she initially intended too. She just stopped, gently laid down the hair brush next to her and let Spike up.

 

He immediately started rubbing his butt, practically dancing on the spot. A common reaction shared by Twilight and Shining back when they got spanked as foals.

Velvet looked on with some amusement. “You know, I should have started over after that long break.”

Instead of giving her comment an answer, Spike looked away in embarrassment. His next meeting with Celestia would be super humiliating.

 

”You must be tired from today and it is getting late. How about we hit the hay early, hm?”

Spike just nodded, saying nothing.

 

Velvet then gently picked him up with magic and laid him stomach-first onto the bed. Normally she’d tuck him in, but the young dragon would probably not appreciate that right now, she just got him a cup of water before letting him rest as best as he could with a sore caboose.

 

Spike spent most of the next day in Canterlot. Velvet and Night Light were more than happy to have him over.

 

The train ride home wasn’t the best. His butt was still somewhat sore, making the trip a bit painful.

 

What made it worse was the occasional whispers and giggles from nearby passengers, particularly the younger ones. He couldn't tell if they were directed at him, but he was pretty sure they were. He tried his best to hide his sore rump, but tail coverage can only go so far when entering the train and its not like he could resist squirming a little in his seat. This combined with him being the only baby dragon in Equestria made the trip an exercise in uncomfortable self-consciousness.

 

Even the conductor needed to be convinced by Night Light to let him onboard alone without a chaperone. A noticeable spanked bottom made him look more childish in the eyes of adults then without one.

 

He wasn't sure if it was better or worse than the anticipation nightmare that was the ride to Canterlot.

 

Later that night, Twilight comment on his experience.

”Looks like mom and dad got you good.”

Spike was grumpy.

”Next time, don’t send my private scrolls to Celestia like that.”

She was still upset.

 

Spike didn’t understand why.

 

All he did was sent her weird fanfiction to Celestia as a prank.

 

He couldn’t help but smile despite everything.

At least the next meeting with the princess would be awkward for both of them.