Pinkie Pie Paddles Gallus

 

There was currently an open period between his classes leaving him with some free time, but he could not make use of it because he had somewhere to be.

 

After a prank gone wrong, Twilight had decided that he ought to be punished, which she rudely scheduled for this time. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but it always sucked when it did.

 

And so, he was making his way to his planned paddling.

 

There was no escaping it. He’d be tracked down and probably given some other punishment as well for trying to evade it.

 

As Gallus was quick to find out during his stay in Ponyville, ponies favored punishing rumps for their misbehaving youth, which he was considered to be, much to his embarrassment.

 

Even though he considered himself too old for spankings, the teachers found it fitting.

 

He soon arrived to his destination: Twilight’s office

 

It was the common spot for handing out rump discipline when needed. Twilight, being simultaneously a teacher, headmare, princess, and element bearer, often left her office empty due to some task she needed to get done, which made it a common spot for private teacher/student conversations, including physical punishment sessions.

 

With a sigh, he knocked.

 

”Come in!”

Gallus tilted his head. That wasn’t one of the usual voices greeting him in that room. With a confused frown, he opened the door.

 

The room was a bit on the large side with some chairs and a big desk which Twilight did much of her school paperwork on.

 

But the room’s contents were not what Gallus was focused on. Rather it’s occupant.

 

”Hiya Gallus!” Greeted a cheerful Pinkie Pie.

Gallus blinked. “Professor Pinkie? What are you doing here?”

Pinkie chuckled. “I’m here to paddle your bummy, duh!”

The griffon’s eyes widened with a blush as he stared at the pink mare.

”Y-you?!”

”Who else, silly?”

 

This was new. The usual teachers applying these sorts of punishments were Applejack or Rainbow Dash, and Twilight on rare occasions. Gallus could envision Rarity doing it once in a blue moon, but the two he could never imagine doing this was Fluttershy and Pinkie.

 

And yet, here was the latter.

 

”Uh, is this a prank?” He couldn’t help but ask.

”Nope!” Pinkie said cheerfully, keeping on to her usual demeanor despite the circumstances.

 

Gallus could only stare at her. The absurdity of the situation left him momentarily unable to speak.

”Now bend over, buster!” Pinkie said, patting the desk. “Time to paddle your butt.”

The griffon snapped out of his stupor at Pinkie’s wording. Applejack and Rainbow were usually the ones who dealt with these cases, and it was a little less embarrassing to get it from them, as opposed to a pony like Pinkie Pie.

He took a slow step forward.

Only to stop.

 

Pinkie wasn’t the one usually here nor was she the type one would expect to do this. Frankly, it felt absurd to even imagine that paddle in her hooves.

 

”Maybe,” Gallus thought. “I can work something out here.”

Surely, it wouldn’t be too hard to convince the bubbly pink mare to let him off the hook. It’s not like she was much of a disciplinarian in general. Besides, griffons were known for bartering.

 

”Gallus?” Pinkie asked.

 

”Uhh, professor Pinkie, you know… You really don’t have to do this.”

”What do you mean?” Pinkie now looked confused. “Of course I do.”

”But do you really need to?”

Pinkie nodded. “Uh-huh! I made a Pinkie promise!”

 

Gallus gulped. A Pinkie promise… That pretty much meant that anything he thought up till’ was effectively shut down. Pinkie Pie never broke a Pinkie promise.

 

”Now bed over!” Pinkie tapped the desk. “I’m gonna bake your buns!”

Gallus cringed at the analogy, not that it was necessarily incorrect.

 

He knew he should obey, as he saw no way out of this, but getting paddled by Pinkie would also be really embarrassing.

 

”Uh, Professor Pinkie?”

”Yes?”

Gallus blushed. “Can you please keep what I’m about to do next a secret?”

Pinkie looked suspicious. “Are you trying to run away?”

”Uh, I guess it’s not.”

”Okay then!”

 

Gallus then looked straight at Pinkie, and gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

”Pleeease don’t spank me!”

Certainly not the most dignifying attempt to avoid the punishment, but if Pinkie kept it a secret, it would be worth it. Surely, a pony like her would never think of punishing him after such a display. After all, this always worked on Grandpa Gruff, that stubborn old griffon.

 

Suddenly, Pinkie closed the distance between the two, giving him a smug smirk and a boop on the beak.

”Nice try.”

Well, so much for that.

 

”Now bend over, we can play after I tan your tushie!” Ordered Pinkie.

 

Gallus remained still, blushing bashfully. This was a lot more humiliating then normal.

”Ooor, I could just leave and tell Twilight that you weren’t cooperating.”

 

But of course, there was that.

 

As a big strong griffon, he could try resisting, and maybe get far enough to tire them out, but then they could either somehow hold him down, which would make it even worse, or give him some other punishment. As much as he despised getting his feline-end beaten, he did begrudgingly admit to himself that it was better than spending hours in detention, or having to do a bunch of dumb chores, or other long punishments.

 

And if he resisted those, well, he really didn’t want to risk getting suspended or expelled. Despite its annoyances, he did find the school a better place to stay then Griffonstone.

 

He groaned, and slowly bent over the large desk and raised his tail. This was not his first time in such a position, bent over with his rump in an easy-to-reach spot for a good chastisement.

 

”Finally. You sure are pretty fussy for how much Applejack and Dashie handled you.”

Gallus buried his face in his claws. “Please don’t tell anycreature about this.”

”My lips are sealed.” Pinkie said. “Now hold still.”

 

’CRAAACK!’

 

Gallus perked up, eyes widening as he felt the paddle smash into his buttocks.

”YOUCH!”

That hurt.

It really hurt!

It hurt more than the other professor’s spanks.

”Th-that hurt!” Gallus pointed out.

 

Another resounding ‘CRAAACK!’ was Pinkie’s response.

The griffon immediately turned around.

”Gallus, you’re supposed to stay in place.” Pinkie said, looking a little annoyed.

”You hit too hard!”

Pinkie chuckled. “No I don’t, silly.”

”Yes, you do!” He whined. “Professor Applejack never hit that hard!”

The pink mare rolled her eyes. “Of course she didn’t. She spanks for little fillies, not almost grown up teenagers like you.”

”What?”

 

”Now go bend over, I still gotta turn your bummy red.”

Gallus once again, didn’t obey.

Pinkie smirked. “Unless you want me to tell eeeverypony about how you can’t handle a few spankies…”

Gallus whined, and slowly turned around, going back into position.

 

He knew a few certain creatures who would never let him live it down if he pussied out like that.

 

Which was an ironic thought considering that Pinkie immediately went back to punishing that side of him.

’CRACK!’

Quite mercilessly.

 

”Stop!” Gallus begged. “Nocreature will have to know!”

 

Pinkie chuckled. “Don’t be silly, Gally?”

”Gally?” Gallus thought.

 

”I mean, ‘CRACK!’ I was pretty surprised when Twilight asked me to give you the spankies ‘CRACK!’ Cuz’ everypony else was too busy ‘CRACK!’ And she’s super into not prolonging punishments ‘CRACK!’ and she even had this super-duper long speech ‘CRACK!’ about how to give paddlings ‘CRACK!’ , but it was kinda silly ‘CRACK!’ since its really simple. ‘CRACK!’ I dunno why they didn’t ‘CRACK!’ Ask me before! ‘CRACK!’

 

Gallus didn’t really listen to Pinkie’s rambling. He was far too busy squirming under that dreadful paddle. Pinkie hit like a damn timberwolf!

 

Pinkie chuckled as she laid down one last smack on that blue (now red) feline flank. “Twilight can be a little bit silly at times, huh?”

Gallus whimpered, tired and defeated.

”Anyway, were done!” Pinkie cheerfully declared.

 

The griffon began rubbing his flank. No use acting tough in front of the mare who just put him in that state. A few tears dangled in his eyes, ones that despite his best efforts he was unable to keep from coming out. He sighed at the pain, and at Pinkie’s amused look.

 

”Not gonna be doing pranks like that in the future, huh?” Pinkie teased.

Gallus glared at his teacher.

”Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to do em’ properly.”

”Huh?” The griffon looked confused.

”But that’ll have to wait after today’s classes.”

 

Before Gallus could protest, Pinkie spoke again:

”I saved you a seat with an extra pillow for next class. If you go early, you can take it.”

”Th-thank you professor.” Gallus muttered before heading off.

 

He would definitely need the extra padding after this.