Anon the Filly Whisperer by Anon


                                            Anon the Filly Whisperer by Anon

                                            (Anon / Tootsie ) and (Anon / Applebloom / Babs / Candy Mane)


                                            (07/04/2016 - 25/07/2016)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27910069/#q27985900

                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/28021713/#q28102068


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                                            >One sunny spring morning a dark mint filly knocked to your door

                                            >you opened them and looked down at the small pony

                                            >she didn't look like the happiest person on the world

                                            "Hello there, Tootsie, how can I help you?"

                                            >she didn't answer, just walked in with a sad expression on her face, avoiding looking in your eyes

                                            >"Hi Anon... you know why I'm here..."

                                            >well, that's not a fun way to start such a beautiful day for such a sweet filly like Tootsie Flute

                                            >you kneeled in front of her and said with a smile

                                            "Not really, Tootsie. Tell me what happened first."

                                            >she didn't say anything for a minute, trying to find the best words to determine what is going to happen soon to her

                                            >she would never lie to anyone, but still it wasn't that easy...

                                            >"I... I made my mom angry. I acted like a bad filly past three days."

                                            >you looked at her face curiously

                                            "And how bad was that? What did you exactly do?"

                                            >she sat on the floor, like she tried to look smaller than she is

                                            >"I... I was angry and I didn't want to be, every question from my mom was just so... irritating, but I know it really wasn't.

                                            >she took a deep breath and looked at you

                                            >"I yelled at my mom when she asked for the third time in a day if I cleaned my room. I said some nasty things and now I regret that, but then I felt so angry and I couldn't stop mys-"

                                            >you listened her with understanding, but then you heard a strange, wet sound from the filly

                                            >she heard it too and instantly stood up, blushing madly and looking away from you

                                            >there was a wet spot where her butt was seconds ago, a single trail of clear liquid hanging from Tootsie's backside

                                            >she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up

                                            >you sighed and gently run your hand through her pink mane

                                            "Okay, come with me, sweetheart."


                                            >embarassed filly followed you to the bathroom

                                            >it's a strange place to be spanked, but she didn't care

                                            >she wanted to get over this

                                            >you leaned down and picked up the poor filly in heat

                                            >you placed her gently on her back in the tub, the confused face looking at you

                                            >"A-Anon, I don't think I need a bat-"

                                            >she didn't finish as your palm moved to her tummy and started to run in circles

                                            >dumbfounded Tootsie looked down as your digits dug gently in her velvet soft coat

                                            >it can't be a punishment, right?

                                            >how the tummy rubbing can be worse than spanking?

                                            >why is she feeling so hot right now? And why is she breathin-

                                            >"Ah!"

                                            >poor girl didn't notice your fingers going slowly lower and lower

                                            >your index finger met with her small nipple hidden in the soft fur

                                            >it elicted a short squeak from the horny filly

                                            >time for testing

                                            >your hand moved to the lower belly area of your cute guest

                                            >your fingers travelled through the small curves of the young body, feeling the developing hips, crotchteats and her pubic mound

                                            >Tootsie didn't want or even could protest, she just laid her head on the bottom of the tub and closed her eyes

                                            >if you want to get rid of the filly's problem, you need to take small steps

                                            >your hand moved south, touching the edges of Tootsie's privates, but never making a contact with them

                                            >the filly started to moan quietly, the feeling of surprise of the "bad" touch turned into a desire to make as much contact as possible

                                            >involuntary her forelegs wrapped around your arm and her backside pressed against your wet palm

                                            >it was singal that you can go full sail

                                            >all of your digits made a contact with her small slit and cute, puckered ponut

                                            >you heard a loud moan as her body jerked, pressing hard against your palm to penetrate the small holes

                                            >firmly, but cautiously you run your fingers, parting slightly the wet, virgin petals of her vagina and pinching the now clenching butthole


                                            >your teasing caused the little filly to hug you tightly and start humping your palm

                                            >with the other hand you helped her to sit down

                                            >instantly she pushed her small butt down on your fingers, trying so hard to scratch the itch inside of her love hole

                                            >enough of the teasing, your middle finger slowly sank inside her pussy

                                            >she squirmed and yelped and your digit scrapped the incredibly tight, hot passage

                                            >she nuzzled madly your arm, moving up and down and rubbing her soft private parts against your skin

                                            >soon you practically didn't make any movement and let her pleasure herself on you

                                            >you felt her winking clit and niplpes run against your arm, covering it with sweet natural lubricant

                                            >after a few minutes poor Tootsie was too tired and overstimulated to go, you had to help her again

                                            >you quickly picked her up and held with one hand on her tummy, head down butt up

                                            >you sped up the movement of your pleasuring hand, pushing the single finger inside her slit

                                            >the squirming filly tried to move her body with rhythm of your fingering, but it was hard since the wrecking orgasm approached quickly

                                            >to finish the tired Tootsie, your wet thumb pushed against her butthole

                                            >you penetraded it, sinking the whole finger inside her flaming hot bowels

                                            >a mix of yelp and moan hit your ears, her hindlegs twisted from the feeling of the new intrusion

                                            >time for your final move

                                            >you pinched your fingers and pulled, squishing her soft walls together and scrapping them

                                            >it was too much for the young body, Tootsie held her breath and jerked madly in your grasp

                                            >a sudden gush of natural lubricant and a thin stream of urine hit your palm, running down in the tub to the drain

                                            >she slumped in your hand , slowly emptying her bladder and breathing heavily

                                            >you turned your pleasuring from fast and firm to slow and gently, to let her calm down and relax

                                            >after a few minutes your fingers left the flushed, satisfied holes, dripping with thick, sweet smelling syrup


                                            >the tired filly looked with sleepy, half-lidded eyes on you, panting and blushing

                                            >you smiled and ruffled her already disheveled mane

                                            "Now I think you need a bath"

                                            >she only nodded, a weak smile appeared on the cute face

                                            >after a quick shower you wrapped Tootsie in soft, fresh towels and carried her to your living room

                                            >you sat down on the couch and carefully dried the still wet filly, taking note that she is still very sensitive after the orgasm

                                            >quietly she let you run your hands over her body, but now she felt much better, the mind was clear and the annoying burning was gone

                                            >soon the fresh and happy filly looked at you with a blush on her face

                                            "It's between you and me, okay?"

                                            >she hugged you and whispered "okay"

                                            "But still, you weren't the nicest filly to your mom, were you?"

                                            >Tootsie knew it's coming, but now with clear mind she was not afraid of it

                                            ">Yes, Anon. And no, I didn't tell my mom about the heat..."

                                            "So, you know what you did wrong?"

                                            >she nuzzled you said

                                            >"Yes"

                                            "And after we finish the deed here, you are going to...?"

                                            >"I'm going to tell my mom I'm sorry..."

                                            "And?"

                                            >she looked away from you

                                            >"And tell her about the heat"

                                            >you huged her back and whispered to her ear

                                            "Every little filly reaches the age with the heat cycle . You should be proud of it, you are turning into a beautiful mare"

                                            >she looked at you unsure

                                            "Do you think your mom is going to laugh or be embarassed? She asked her mom how to get rid of her heat too, I'm one hundred percent sure she will tell you everything you need to know. Don't be shy about that, it's a part of your life"

                                            >she laid her head on your chest

                                            >"O-Okay, I'll do it"

                                            >you gently run your hand through her mane and scratched behind the small ears

                                            >both of you wanted to enjoy the moment as long as possible, but you knew you must finish your job

                                            "Are you ready?"

                                            >she looked at you from your chest and smiled happily

                                            >"Yup!"


                                            >you gently picked her up and moved to your lap

                                            >with a soft pillow under her tummy she was laying patiently in the perfect position for the punishment

                                            >looking at your with a weak smile, she stick her butt up and slightly spread the hindlegs

                                            >your hand run in circles on the soft backside of the mint filly, making her tail raise and move to the side

                                            >she mentally prepared herself for the first slap, looking ahead and taking slow, deep breaths

                                            >you raised your hand and swiftly moved it down, giving her the first spank

                                            >you expected her to jerk and squeak, but she stayed perfectly quiet

                                            >she just laid there with a calm, almost relaxed expression, waiting for the next spank, as it was a mane brushing

                                            >you continued then the spanking, trying to hit both buttcheeks every time

                                            >Tootsie accepted every strike like a medicine she had to take to be strong and healthy again

                                            >even if she was still sensitive, the stinging in her butt was not that intense

                                            >the fact that she did something wrong and you gave her so much love and care, made her feel the unbalance of the whole situation

                                            >she wanted to pay for her ignorance that caused her mom to be sad and angry

                                            >that's why the last three spanks, a bit stronger than the previous ones, felt like a refreshing sea breeze and she didn't feel the pain at all

                                            >even if the stinging was there, she felt like if she didn't receive it, it would feel much worse

                                            >your hand rubbed her buttcheeks to subdue the pain, but Tootsie stood up and kissed your cheek, giggling and nuzzling you

                                            "Such a big and brave filly"

                                            >you both cuddled to each other for a few minutes, then you asked her to turn around

                                            >she complied, giving you a nice view of her flushed tushie


                                            >it should be enough for her and her mom

                                            >then Tootsie spread her legs slightly to revealed privates to your face

                                            >you flicked her butthole with a finger, making her jump and squeak in surprise

                                            >she turned back to you and stuck playfully her tongue out

                                            >you were faster than her and you grabbed it with your fingers

                                            "Gotcha. Are we good?"

                                            >She nodded, looking at you with laughing eyes

                                            "Are you going to remember this lesson?"

                                            >she pushed her chest proudly and nodded, still having her tongue trapped in your fingers

                                            "I hope that the next time I will see you, you won't need another spanking, am I right?"

                                            >she looked up and tilted her head to the side, like she was thinking hard on the answer

                                            "Oh you little naughty filly!"

                                            >you released her tongue and hoisted the filly above your head, holding her with both hands

                                            >she squealed in joy and laughed, but finally said:

                                            "Yes, Anon."

                                            >you gently put her down on the floor with a smile

                                            "Okay, then..."

                                            >you put a hand on her back

                                            "To your mom, run!"

                                            >you grabbed her tail with one hand and gave her a quick and short series of soft spanks

                                            >Tootsie squeaked this time and she run to the door as you released her

                                            >she turned her head to you and winked as she left your house

                                            >that's why you love your job


                                            ...


                                            >you are Anon, the magical magnificent gardener

                                            >well, not really, you're Anon the simple Anon, who is actually tending to veggies in the garden near your house

                                            >it's really relaxing, the perfect way to spend your free time and take a small break from your real job

                                            >the job you really love

                                            >being the first official discipliner in Ponyville

                                            >someone would tihnk you're some kind of executioner, who lashes crimminals in the center of the town, leaving them half alive in a pool of blood and tears

                                            >you're far, far away from that, your role is to help Ponyville parents out in the deed of punishing their kids

                                            >you noticed that sometimes fillies and colts received much more or not enough discipline according to what they did

                                            >you decided to start a one-man disciplining company/voluntary service

                                            >parents don't need to pay, but you won't refuse a small gift in exchange, like a dozen of fresh pears for making the filly nice and happy again

                                            >the strange thing is the foals in Ponyville actually like you very much

                                            >you never got carried away, you always ask them what happened and if they understand what they did wrong

                                            >usually the talk ends with a filly or colt bending over your knee or your pillow, receiving a series of spanks to seal the deal between you and them

                                            >you never beat them, you simpy give a proper spanking only with your open hand, making necessary pauses and keeping your eye on their face

                                            >after the deed is done you cuddle with a kid and make sure he/she learned a lesson

                                            >one thing makes you really proud: you were doing your job for months, but you never made a single foal cry

                                            >sometimes they yelped from the stinging smacks, but usually they stay quiet during the punishment

                                            >the last filly had also some... different problems, so you helped her with both cases and received a kiss on a cheek for that!

                                            >from that day Tootsie didn't have any problems, it looks like a quick talk with her mom about her body did the job

                                            >you smiled to yourself


                                            >you hummed your favourite tune when you watered your vegs, and then you heard something strange

                                            >you stopped and turned head to the gate of your backyard

                                            >a small, yellow filly walked slowly in your direction, sniffling quietly and looking down at the ground

                                            >she approached you with a curled red tail tightly clamped down on her butt and without a word she hugged your leg

                                            >you looked at this speechless introduction with surprise, but shuddering filly quickly cleared your head and you crouched down

                                            "Applebloom? Hey, what happened, why are you crying?"

                                            >you gently scratched behing her folded ears but received no response

                                            >she was crying softly, soaking the material of your jeans

                                            >knowing how tough and brave she can be, you knew something really bad happened

                                            >gently you moved your hands under filly's forelegs and picked her up to your chest

                                            >when you placed one of your hands on her butt for support, she shrieked

                                            >it almost made you drop the small filly, but you managed to move back your hand uder the foreleg

                                            >you were already a bit scared, it looked like she is hurt somewhere down there

                                            >you felt your blood running cold as you looked down at her back and butt

                                            >the small parts of her buttcheeks not covered with the tail were dark red, almost violet

                                            >you rushed with the sobbing filly to your house and placed her gently, belly down, on your couch

                                            >carefully you moved away the red tail

                                            "What the fuck"

                                            >two small buttcheeks were violet, big awful bruises covered the tender skin

                                            >you recognized marks from a hoof and some kind of a tool

                                            >probably a hairbrush or a spoon

                                            "Who did it?"

                                            >your voice was cold and stong and it was probably the reason why Applebloom only sniffled and shook her head, still not looking at you

                                            "I'll be right back, don't move"


                                            >you rushed to your bathroom to get the soothing gel

                                            >you quickly came back and treated the poor butt of Apple filly

                                            >trying to be as careful as possible, your finger gently covered the bruised skin with gel

                                            >it worked, Applebloom stopped sniffling and burried her head in your chest

                                            >you gave her almost one hour to completely calm down, so you could get some answers for your questions

                                            "Applebloom?"

                                            >the little pony shuddered in your arms

                                            "Please tell me who did it."

                                            >she didn't answer immediately, but you were always a patient person

                                            >you gently stroked her mane and slim back, waiting for her to speak

                                            >"I... I don't want... I did something bad... I..."

                                            >with a more soft tone you interrupted her

                                            "Applebloom, it's very important. You were barely walking and your butt looks like a piece of beaten meat. Tell me who did it to you."

                                            >she looked at you scared

                                            >"I deserved that, I stole money... it's... I don't want any more trouble for me or h-her."

                                            >her

                                            "It was Applejack? Did Applejack hit you?"

                                            >now she was really scared

                                            >"No! No no no, it was not her! Please, Anon, I just... I still have something to do and-"

                                            "And you came to me on the first place. I want to help you and I don't want to see you being hurt."

                                            >Applebloom looked at you pleadingly

                                            >she was afraid you'll flip the half of Ponyville if he knows the Pony

                                            >you snuggled her small, soft body, taking care to not to touch her aching buttcheeks

                                            "I want to talk with "her", Applebloom, I promise that nothing bad will happen to anyone. Just a calm talk, okay?"

                                            >she stayed silent for a while, and then answered

                                            >"I stole money, Anon, I... I deserved that spanking..."

                                            "We will talk about your mistake later. Please tell me what happened after you did it"

                                            >"I... I came to Candy to tell her what I did... and she spanked me for that..."

                                            >you looked at her surprised

                                            "Candy? Candy Mane hit you? But she is Babs' mother!

                                            >Applebloom looked at you confused


                                            >"Yeah, but she is like, an aunt for me, the second pony I can go and talk about everything, after Applejack."

                                            >you looked at her mortified

                                            "But you know that she is not allowed to hit... spank... touch you in any way you don't want? She's not your parent or a guardian"

                                            >Applebloom didn't look surprised

                                            >"But she is a part of Orange family, so it doesn't really matter, I think?"

                                            >you took a deep breath

                                            >"It's really, really important, Applebloom. The Equestria law allows spanking foals in some very specific circumstances. Only the lawful guardian or qualified discipliner can do it and it can't leave marks that won't disappear after one day."

                                            >Applebloom stood on her hindlegs and looked in your eyes fearfully

                                            >"But Candy can't go to the jail! She... maybe she spanked me a little too hard-"

                                            "Sweetie, she's beaten you. It's not a spanking, you were beaten. What did she use?"

                                            >"Uh... her hoof... then the hairbrush... Don't tell anyone, Anon, I don't want her in the jail!"

                                            >jesus fuck

                                            >you tried to stay calm to not to scare the poor filly even more, but your blood was boiling

                                            "I... I just go and talk with Candy, okay? Maybe she doesn't know she can't spank you. I promise it will stay only between the three of us, no jail for anyone."

                                            >Applebloom was still unsure

                                            >"But I don't want any trouble..."

                                            "And there won't be any trouble, I promise."

                                            >with a loving hug and kiss on the cheek you let her rest on your couch

                                            >you gave her some books, comics and a jar with your strongest soothing gel to make her stop thinking about the stinging pain

                                            >you had to prepare yourself for the serious talk with Candy

                                            >after taking some necessary items from your special, usually locked drawer you started looking for the last, very important thing in your bedroom

                                            "Here you are..."

                                            >after putting on the wide, leather belt in your jeans, you headed outside, to Candy's house


                                            >you walked slowly down the Ponyville street heading to Candy's house

                                            >your mind was clear, the anger was gone, but it didn't mean the main event of this meeting won't happen

                                            >it's just better to stay calm and talk, like with every filly and every colt

                                            >what is going to happen later depends on how Candy will approach the problem

                                            >when you got closer to her home, you heard familiar voices

                                            >"How many times I told you to not to play hoofball in the house?!"

                                            >"I'm-I'm sorry! I'm sorry mom, I won't-aah!"

                                            >smack, smack, smack!

                                            >"It's the third time you broke something with your ball!"

                                            >"OooooOOOOW, mooom ooow!"

                                            >what a coincidence...

                                            >you heard loud smacks and loud yelps as you approached the front door

                                            >three knocks stopped the sounds from inside

                                            >"Stay right, missy, we are far from being done!"

                                            >you heard hoofsteps getting close and the door opened

                                            >Candy mane looked at you with surprise

                                            >"Oh... Hey, Anon, how can I help you?"

                                            >you smiled to a colorfull pony

                                            >"Hi, Candy, I wanted to take some of your time and talk with you, it's important"

                                            >she furrowed her eyebrows

                                            >"I'm sorry, Anon, but I'm in the middle of the very serious talk with my daughter right now, so maybe after a hour we can talk."

                                            >talk

                                            >one hour

                                            >holy kek this girl is serious

                                            >you answered patiently with a smile

                                            "Well, I wanted to talk with you about Babs"

                                            >to you surprise, this made her upset

                                            >"I knew it, Babs was so silent past last few days, what did she do?"

                                            >you were pretty taken aback with how fast this pony conected "talk about Babs" with "Babs did something wrong"

                                            >but you must stay polite

                                            "Babs didn't do anything wrong as far as I know, but I want to talk about her with you, inside if we can"

                                            >she hestinated for a few seconds but then she moved to the side

                                            >"Okay, but please make it quick, I don't want to hold the talk with my daughter."

                                            >you entered the small comfy house

                                            >you walked with Candy through the short hallway to the living room


                                            >and there, on the couch, Babs was lying on her belly

                                            >you were greeted by the perfect sight of her petite, small posterior and her private parts between her buttcheeks, exposed for the whole room

                                            >even if the short tail was not raised, it wouldn't cover the reddish hoofmarks on the small butt

                                            >Candy had a heavy hoof

                                            >"Babs, turn around RIGHT NOW, you naughty girl! Where is your modesty?!"

                                            >the sniffling filly moved quickly, looking down at the couch

                                            >"Y-You said to not to move..."

                                            >"Enough! Not a single word, Babs, you're already in trouble!"

                                            >Candy turned hear head to you

                                            >"So what is that thing you wanted to talk with me?"

                                            >you looked at the sad, wet face of the dark orange filly

                                            "Hi Babs."

                                            >the filly didn't respond, she was quietly crying, too ashamed and scared to say anything

                                            "I want you Babs to go to my house, okay?"

                                            >both ponies looked at you with surprise in the eyes

                                            >Candy remained speechless when her daughter looked up at her with fear

                                            >"I'm sorry, Anon, but as you can see, I was punishing my kid for acting like a immature brat for the 50th time this month. She can't go anywhere right now"

                                            >you ignored her and asked Babs again

                                            "I insist, sweetie, me and your mommy need to talk about punishing you. It's too many times you have been spanked, and, as your mom says, it doesn't help at all. Please go to my house."

                                            >the silence filled the living room, even Babs stopped sniffling

                                            >Candy didn't seem to be pleased

                                            >"I won't tolerate anyone giving orders in my house besides me, Anon! My daughter will stay here to get the spanking she needs, if you don't want to tell me what you want from me or her, the I INSIST that you leave my house."

                                            >wow, cold and rude

                                            "I don't give orders, I want to talk with you, Candy Mane, about the way you are punishing foals. Applebloom visited me two hours ago. I don't want Babs to hear our talk. I can punish her myself after we finish here, you know my job"


                                            >Candy's expression turned from annoyed to the mix of worried and curious

                                            >"Applebloom visited you?"

                                            "Yes. Don't worry, Candy, I'll take care of Babs after we talk, you probably heard other ponies' opinions about the effects of my spankings"

                                            >you said this in a tone that would not offense Candy and her methods

                                            >Babs' eyes jumped from you to her mom, not knowing what to do

                                            >Candy remained silent, thinking about what to say

                                            >"Okay, Babs, go to Anon's house and wait there."

                                            >the spanked filly jumped down from the couch and rushed to the front door

                                            >you noticed from the corner of your eye a hairbrush that was lying behind the filly

                                            >it looks like a hoof spanking was not intended to be the last punishment of the day for the poor kid

                                            >now, you were completely alone with Candy Mane in her house


                                            >she glanced at you with an impatient look

                                            >"Right, take a seat on the couch"

                                            >you picked up the hairbrush and put down on the small table

                                            >you sat down next to the annoyed mare

                                            >"So, why did Applebloom run to you? I told her to go and apologize to Applejack as fast as she can"

                                            "Let's say she came to me to complain about the methods you used on her"

                                            >you said that with the calm voice, but you felt your heart already beating faster

                                            >you forced yourself to remain relaxed and nice, you need one hundred percent clear head without the hint of anger to make it work

                                            >however, Candy had serious problems to remain calm...

                                            >"WHAT? She complied?! She came to me, told me about the... awful thing she did and received the spanking she DESERVED! I was so proud of her when she left my house, I though she is more matur-"

                                            "She was bruised and crying, Candy. Her whole butt was almost violet. Tell me, please, what did you do to her?"

                                            >Candy realized it's not a polite, warm voice anymore, just a plain, quiet question with a pint of offensive coldness

                                            >"It doesn't matter, I've spanked her like my mother and father would spank me for stealing! She is my doughter's cousin and I feel responsible-"

                                            "You have no right to touch her if she doesn't want to. Celestia's lawmakers made it clear years ago"

                                            >she looked at you dumbfounded, but she didn't give up

                                            >"She is a part of my family, this is the first thing, she came to me and wanted a spanking, this is the second thing. I'm experienced in these cases, Anon, I thought that some darker marks on Applebloom's butt will make her think twice if she'll ever think to do such a stupid thing again. Now I see she needs much more than that!"

                                            >slowly, you turned on the couch to Candy, keeping the eye contact


                                            "No, Candy Mane, you're not allowed to touch anyone if you are not a guardian of them. You are not allowed to beat your kids to leave long lasting marks. The beating you gave Applebloom could end with months in jail and there are different methods to teach kids, you know that?"

                                            >Candy shuddered with anger and fear

                                            >"Are you treatening me?"

                                            >you sighed

                                            "No, Candy. I ask you to stop your methods because they're destructive"

                                            >"I won't agree on that. I'll spank Applebloom if she needs a spanking."

                                            >ding ding ding, the "let's do this shit!" module is ready, my master!

                                            "I'm sorry, Candy, but I thought we could find other, better ways to deal with that problem."

                                            >she still glared at you with anger

                                            "But you give me no choice. I'm here to do my job, Candy Mane, you were a very bad pony and you will be punished for what you did to Applebloom"

                                            >it took her good long 20 seconds of dead silence to fully understand what you implied

                                            >"Don't you dare."

                                            "I'm sorry, Candy, but now I see it's the only way to make you think seriously about what you did. Over my knee and move your tail, girl. Now."

                                            >she didn't move for an inch, her eyes filled with dread and panic

                                            >"Y-You cant! I'm an adult mare, it's my house!"

                                            "The mistakes are bigger when you get older. You are an adult mare, Candy Mane, but you were acting like a brutal bully"

                                            >she only shook her head with fear, trying to sink in the couch


                                            >you moved on the couch towards the shocked Candy who was pushing herself away from you

                                            >you had no idea why she didn't just run, but probably the panic mode she experienced paralyzed her mind

                                            >you reached hands to her frame, but now she was almost lying on her back, blocking any way to pick her up by all of her hooves

                                            >she kicked, she wiggled, she pushed your hands not allowing the immitent punishment to happen

                                            "Candy, don't make it hard! You know it's going to happen and I know that you understand that!

                                            >it didn't stop her ministrations and poor attempts to escape the spanking

                                            >finally you grabbed both of her hindhooves with one hand and pulled them up

                                            >Candy Mane was only supported by her forevooves, the upper back and head, looking at you with speechless horror

                                            >you gently pulled her closer and aimed your free hand at the tensed, covered with tail butt

                                            >crack, crack, crack, crack!

                                            >a series of hard spanks landed on her buttcheeks and cutie marks, avoiding the area where the tail was blocking the view

                                            >"AAAAOOOWW! NnNNNoooOOO!"

                                            >the mare wailed and arched her back, trying to keep her fanny as far from your hand as she could

                                            >it was completely not effective

                                            >you pulled her butt on your lap, the hindlegs trapped in your grasp have been pushed towards her chest

                                            >now you had much better access to her delicate skin

                                            "Candy Mane, stop fighting or we will continue it this position!"

                                            >"Noooooo! Let- meee goo!!!

                                            >she jerked in every direction to escape the trap

                                            >you need to stop this or she will hurt herself

                                            >a long, loud series of smacks landed on the stretched skin

                                            >you focused on a single spot to make the mare change her mind

                                            >it took almost 30 seconds of hard tanning and incoherent cries of pain to make Candy cooperate


                                            >"AAAAAH! N-NOOOO! AAW! PLEASE NO MOOORE! OOOW! I'LL DO-oooOO it PLEASE STOP!

                                            >you immediately stopped the spanking, leaving the panting pony shacking from the stinging sensation

                                            >the stretched skin on her butt quickly turned pink, her body shivered

                                            "Stand up and move over my lap. Butt up, tail aside and no fighting. Take it like an adult mare and we will be done soon."

                                            >it was another moment when she could simply jump down from the couch and run away

                                            >but the sobbing mare slowly got on her fours and moved across your lap

                                            >you helped her settle, giving her a soft pillow under the belly and the chest

                                            >she put her nice butt high in the air and slowly moved her long, pink tail to the side

                                            >it was still covering the part of her buttcheek, so you gently grabbed it pand ulled over her back

                                            >you saw her wet face covering with pink blush as her privates has been exposed to you, just like Babs' not so long ago

                                            >you looked down to check the area you'll be working on

                                            >Candy had a nice, plump butt, but she was certainly not fat or chubbby

                                            >the years of hard work in home and with her daughter formed the really attractive, young body of a pony

                                            >your eyes ventured over the curves to meet the small, well kept genitals

                                            >after giving birth to Babs her slit was surpisingly small and narrow, the bottom of it slightly wider where the tiny clit was hidden

                                            >the biggest surprise was her small, puckered anus, much smaller than other mares had, almost filly-like

                                            >you sighed, feeling the warm, slightly shaking frame of Candy Mane waiting for more spanks

                                            >but you had to do it

                                            >without any warning, your hand got back to work

                                            >Candy shrieked as it collided multiple times with her rear, the burning sensation moving around as you changed the spots with each spank

                                            >the yelps echoed through the empty house, getting louder and stronger as the now red skin didn't have any chance to cool down

                                            >Candy was the first pony you spanked so hard that your arm was aching after just five minutes


                                            >soon, the shrieks and yelps were interrupted by teary begging

                                            >"P-PLEEASE! AAH! NO MORE! IT HURTS AAAAOOWW! I WON'T DO IT AGAAAH! I WON'T TOUCH APPLEOOOOWW! I'M SOORYYYYY!"

                                            >not stopping the spanking, you answered

                                            "I know you are sorry, Candy, but you need to pay for what you did. You'll know the same pain you gave to this poor kid"

                                            >"NoooOO!"

                                            >this panicked scream escaped the poor mare's throat as she realized how long it'll take the finish this punishment

                                            >she doubled her efforts to wiggle herself from your grasp, but you were much bigger and stronger than her

                                            >your hand started to sting as her butt turned darker shade of red

                                            >you needed a short break

                                            >the spanking stopped, leaving the wailing and loudly crying mare on your lap

                                            >you relaxed your arm on the top of her back, slowly rubbing her

                                            "There, there, Candy... everything will be fine, just take it like a big filly and we will move on..."

                                            >hiccuping, the wet face turned to you

                                            >"P-Please, no more! I'm sorry! I won't spank Applebloom or Babs, just stop s-spanking me!"

                                            >you brought your left hand to pet her mane

                                            "It's hard for me to tell you, but it's still not enough. Be strong, it won't take long."

                                            >she only shook her head weakly and turned her head away

                                            >you took a deep breath and looked at the table

                                            >the hairbrush was still waiting to be used

                                            >you picked it up and rolled the tool in your fingers

                                            >the flat, cold surface of wooden hairbrush caused so many tears and fear in this house

                                            >today was the last time she will be used against its real purpose

                                            >you pressed the head of the hairbrush against Candy's red behind

                                            >even if the cold wood provided some relief to the burning skin, she knew what is going to happen


                                            >"NOO, PLEASE NOT THE BRUSH, ANYTHING BUT THAT!"

                                            >you held her with your free hand, but she didn't give up on kicking

                                            >the forehooves tried to cover her buttcheeks and crotch

                                            >swiftly you picked the pony up and took her over your shoulder

                                            >now her butt was next to your face

                                            >with a loud whipping sound, the hairbrush flied through the air and hit the waiting tush

                                            >the bloodchilling scream filled your ears

                                            >another loud WHACK to the other side of her rear

                                            >"AAAAAAH!"

                                            >with much slower pace you continued to turn the pony butt even darker shade of red

                                            >you knew it was completely against your rules, but in this specific case you made an exception

                                            >you didn't whack her as stong as she was beating her daughter or Applebloom for years, but with the precission of your trained hand you knew where to strike, leaving the stinging sensation and not damaging the body

                                            >one minute later Candy went completely limp, the flaming hot burning turned into numbness

                                            >you stopped, it was enough for now

                                            >she didn't realize or even feel that the new strikes didn't come

                                            >she was lying over your shoulder, crying quietly and hiccuping

                                            >there was still the last phase of your plan, but you had to give her more time to recover

                                            >you put her gently down on the couch and picked yourself up

                                            >she lied there with the red butt still sticking up in the air

                                            "I'll use the bathroom, please stay there"


                                            >you left the living room to stretch out your legs and prepare yourself for the next step

                                            >you pulled a small box out of your pocket

                                            >inside there were two small jars and a small plug with a thick piece of cloth attached to it

                                            >you washed the plug in the sink and dried it with w paper towel

                                            >you opened a small jar with transparent, thick substance

                                            >you dipped the shiny metal tip in that gel, coating the cold surface from every side

                                            >after closing the jar you looked at the watch on your wrist

                                            >15 minutes should be enough to stop the biggest pain and talk again

                                            >before you left the bathroom you took off the wide belt from your jeans

                                            >with prepared items you headed back to the living room, where Candy Mane in the same position, gently checking her aching butt

                                            >she looked at you like a beaten dog, but your face remained calm

                                            >she saw the belt and the plug in your hand and her pupils shrinked to the size of little dots

                                            >"NO! Anon, PLEASE, I have enough, I won't sit on my ass for days! Please, don't do it!"

                                            >you crouched in front of her shaking frame and put down the items on the table

                                            "This is the last thing we will do today, Candy, I know you can do it. Six times and we are done, I'll left your house."

                                            >she was gasping for air and shaking her head

                                            >you knew she felt almost dizzy from the fear of the punishment that will come in a few minutes, she was completely helpless like a little filly

                                            >just like her daughter, her cousin and other foals she spanked so many times

                                            >you gently grabbed her cutie marks and pulled the mare closer

                                            "Now you know what horror you brought to this home every time you spanked those kids. How much pain and fear they had to deal with.

                                            >she didn't answer, still looking in your eyes with fright

                                            "I didn't spank you that hard, Candy, compared to what you usually do"

                                            >gently you massaged the two red buttcheeks, making Candy flinch


                                            "It's nothing compared to Applebloom today. Be a good girl and get your punishment like these kids were forced to do"

                                            >slowly, very slowly she stood up on the couch

                                            >her wet face expressed the inner conflict in her head

                                            >then, she turned around and exposed her butt for the second time today

                                            "Such a brave filly. Spread your legs and relax, I need to prepare you"

                                            >she did as you asked, exposing her small marehood to you

                                            >you put your hands under her chest and pulled her down, so the upper part of her body rested on the couch and hindlegs dangled above the wooden floor

                                            >you picked up the plug from the table

                                            "Deep breath and relax."

                                            >she thought you are already going to use the belt, but to her surprise something small and cold touched one of the most private parts of her body

                                            >"NNNaah! W-What are you doing, d-don't touch me t-there!"

                                            >you didn't stop pushing the plug against her small anus

                                            "I don't want to hit your privates, this will provide the necessary protection. If you don't want it, we can try without, but I think you know how painful it would be"

                                            >the terryfying vision of the heavy belt hitting her THERE made the poor mare panic

                                            >"No! No, I-I mean... isn't there any other way?... Noone ever... you know"

                                            >you smiled at the scared and flushed face

                                            "It will be your first time, then. Sorry, but I think this is the only way."

                                            >she gulped and tried to relax her muscles

                                            >you moved the small plug around the edge of the tiny ponut, warming it up and spreading lube

                                            >soon, the round metal tip slowly sunk in the tiny star and with a popping sound, it jumped on the place

                                            >Candy gasped loudly, feeling the object penetrating her virgin tailhole

                                            >you tugged the piece of cloth, making sure the buttplug won't fall out, and you pulled it down to cover her petite mound

                                            "Nice, now keep your head low, hug a pillow if you need. Let's make it quick."


                                            >one of the main functions, besides protecting the genitals, was to make the tail raise and uncover everything under it

                                            >and as you predicted, Candy's tail, in the natural response of her body, raised and moved to her back, so you didn't have to hold it anymore

                                            >you sat on the edge of the couch, close to the trembling pony

                                            >with your right hand you held the belt, already folded and preapared to be used

                                            >with your left hand you held both of Candy's forehooves together, not only to stop her from fidgeting, but also to help her fight with the fear

                                            >not wasting any more time, you brought the belt down with a whistling sound and cracked it on Candy's butt

                                            >"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAOOOOW!"

                                            >the pain soaring through the nerves in her posterior made her scream loudly, tears already coming back to her eyes

                                            >you raised your hand for the second time

                                            >CRACK!

                                            >"NGGGHAAAH!"

                                            >Candy hiccuped and wailed, but she had to receive four more

                                            >CRACK

                                            >"AAAAOOOOWWWOWOWOW!"

                                            >you tried to hit slightly lower and higher with every strike, but it was hard since the belt was so wide

                                            >CRACK

                                            >"GHAAAAAAAA! N-NOOOOO-!

                                            >the poor pony started to squirm and twist her body to make the awful pain go away

                                            >you didn't give her the chance to relax when the fifth crack left a furious red strip on her glowing tush

                                            >"AAAAAH I'M SOOOORRY! N-NOOO!"

                                            "That's the last one, don't squirm."

                                            >the last time was the strongest one, the belt landed with a loud bang and made the poor mare tense and gasp

                                            >you saw her face, the silent scream frozen in the tightly closed eyes, opened mouth and covered with tears cheeks

                                            >her body arched, her hindlegs stretched in line of the rest of her body, the forelegs pushed the poor pony up on the couch

                                            >then you saw the cloth covering her genitals changing color, the small dark spot expanded quickly covering the white rectangle

                                            >it also happened with the fur on her inner thighs and hindlegs, small streams of clear liquid rushed down her legs straight to the floor


                                            >you heard a pitter patter of free droplets hitting the cold surface under the back of punished pony, creating a large warm puddle

                                            >without a word you dropped the belt on the couch and walked to the bathroom to grab a mop and paper towels

                                            >you were not that surprised by what just happened, but you should've asked her to use the toilet first...

                                            >soon the puddle was gone and Candy's legs and marehood dry with your help

                                            >you gently pulled out the plug out of her anus and picked up the crying mare

                                            >you walked around the room with her in your arms, gently swaying her like a baby and whispering encouraing words to her ear

                                            >it was over, she received the punishment so we could start over

                                            >after a short session of necessary cuddling you treated her abused butt with the second jar- your best soothing gel yuou used on Applebloom

                                            >it worked great and soon Candy stopped crying

                                            >"Ow... It... it was horrible, Anon, I don't know how I'll sleep tonight...

                                            "Probably on your belly. Find a skirt and put it on, Babs doesn't need to know what happened. But if she notices, tell her the truth. It stays between you and me. I'll leave you the soothing gel."

                                            >she looked at you sadly

                                            >"You know, I'm sor-"

                                            >you interrupted her

                                            "I know. I'll visit you in three days to check if everything is okay. Don't make me do it again and everything will be great"

                                            >"I... I'll do it."

                                            >you scratched her back and picked up your stuff

                                            "I'll head back to my home, I guess. Babs is waiting for her turn."

                                            >you were almost at the front door when you heard Candy

                                            >"Anon, wait!"


                                            >you turned back to the mare who was slowly approaching you, due to the still painful rear

                                            >"Don't spank her. Just talk... okay?"

                                            >you smiled to her and opened the door

                                            "No promises, but don't worry, we will work together to get over the problem, but I promise- she won't be crying"

                                            >and then you headed back your home, leaving the embarassed mare in her house

                                            >when Candy Mane took the shower twenty minutes later, loud yelps and moans filled the big living room in a different house, as some filly was serviced by the best spanker in the town

                                            >the long , white skirt that Candy usually didn't wear provided a good cover of her shamefull marks

                                            >she didn't ask her daughter to present her butt later that day when she returned back home

                                            >the small filly's tushie was flushed, the same color as her face

                                            >avoiding asking any embarassing questions, the calm life returned to their home

                                            >to Candy's surprise, that life was much more calm than before that one remarkable day


                                            Fin


                                            Extra:


                                            What about Applebloom? Was she watching?


                                            Applebloom was asked to leave the room, Anon talked with Babs and took care about her WHOLE butt. Let's say that he didn't have to hold her from squirming, so both of his hands were busy with different tasks- one stinging, one pleasurable and wet. AB spied on them and she was caught. Due to her painful butt she agreed to be spanked for spying in the next week, but she received the other part of Anon's treatment. After that two satisfied fillies cuddled with him, took a bath together and headed to their homes.