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Old Fashioned Wife 1 by Anon

By splishsplash
Created: 2022-01-05 16:16:30
Updated: 2022-03-20 17:59:40
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  1. 1.
    Old Fashioned Wife 1 by Anon
  2. 2.
    (Anon / Pinkie Pie)
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  4. 4.
    (29/07/2016)
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  6. 6.
    https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27910069/#q28012105
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  10. 10.
    >you love your wife, Pinkie Pie
  11. 11.
    >love her until the day you die
  12. 12.
    >but there are times when she just does things
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    >and the second she does them, they result in a big fat mess
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    >it can be pretty annoying
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    >but you love her anyway
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  17. 17.
    >but tonight, this wasn’t a mess
  18. 18.
    >this was a big deal
  19. 19.
    >bigger than a mess
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  21. 21.
    >forgetting to set the alarm on the oven
  22. 22.
    >and leaving something inside of it
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    >By the time you discovered it, it was almost too late
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    >big clouds of black smoke, the cake was set completely on fire
  25. 25.
    >it spread to the counter
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    >if there wasn’t a big fire extinguisher in that kitchen and a deep sink to dump the burned cake in, you might be homeless
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  28. 28.
    >You’re sitting on the couch now
  29. 29.
    >head in your hooves
  30. 30.
    >bent down, just thinking
  31. 31.
    >recovering from that very stressful ordeal
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    >The oven is a black hollow, unusable
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    >and across from you, Pinkie Pie sits in another chair
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  35. 35.
    >She’s crying, but quietly to herself
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    >She hasn’t said a word since you quenched the fire with the sink
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    >she’s afraid to look at you
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  39. 39.
    >You are mad, honestly
  40. 40.
    >she’s been quite forgetful in the past
  41. 41.
    >but until now, you’ve both been lucky
  42. 42.
    >her brain just moves at a million miles an hour
  43. 43.
    >moving from one thing to the next
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    >and it’s getting her (and you) in a lot of trouble lately
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  46. 46.
    >Pinkie wipes her weepy eyes
  47. 47.
    >”I’m so, soooo sorry, Anon.”
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  49. 49.
    >You say nothing back
  50. 50.
    >you’re still trying to calm down
  51. 51.
    >you don’t want to shout at her
  52. 52.
    >she feels bad about this already
  53. 53.
    >you don’t have to make her feel even worse
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  55. 55.
    >She whispers
  56. 56.
    >”Are you mad at me?”
  57. 57.
     
  58. 58.
    >should you shake your head, say no?
  59. 59.
    >You decide to tell the truth.
  60. 60.
    >You nod
  61. 61.
    >”Yes. I am.”
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  63. 63.
    >Pinkie sinks into the chair, looking guilty
  64. 64.
    >the thought of making you mad at her is a big deal to the pink pony
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    >all she wants to do is make you happy, after all
  66. 66.
    >You don’t stop it at that, though.
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  68. 68.
    >”Pinkie… you could’ve burned the house down. All because you forgot about the oven, again. What were you even doing that made you forget?”
  69. 69.
    >You sound like a father scolding his filly
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    >She’s an adult, but sometimes you just can’t help yourself but talk like this to her
  71. 71.
    >Sometimes, she does act a little like a filly
  72. 72.
    >innocent
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  74. 74.
    >It’s hard to be mad at somepony so sweet and good natured
  75. 75.
    >but she needs a wakeup call
  76. 76.
    >no more “no, it’s ok sweetie” stuff
  77. 77.
    >this was serious
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  79. 79.
    >Pinkie Pie is broken up over it
  80. 80.
    >she stammers
  81. 81.
    >”I-I have n-no idea how I forgot. I was just… I’m sorry.”
  82. 82.
    >she bows her head to you
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  84. 84.
    >Pinkie is crying
  85. 85.
    >you watch her from the couch just start to lose it
  86. 86.
    >you know she’s not just doing it for sympathy
  87. 87.
    >she feels awful
  88. 88.
    >she’s the kind of mare who owns up to her mistakes
  89. 89.
    >takes responsibility fully
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  91. 91.
    >You don’t need to be harsh with her
  92. 92.
    >she’s hard enough on herself about all of this
  93. 93.
    >feeling for her, you reach your hoof out to her
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    >A good warm hug will help de escalate the situation, you think
  95. 95.
    >you speak softly
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    >”Hey, come here, Pinkie.”
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  98. 98.
    >The pink pony looks up through her big, shiny eyes at you
  99. 99.
    >when she see your hoof, you think she’ll maybe cheer up a little
  100. 100.
    >know you aren’t furious with her
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    >but that’s not what happens
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  103. 103.
    >instead, you see her ears flop back
  104. 104.
    >she stares for a couple of seconds
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    >swallows
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    >it looks like she’s hesitating to even get up
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    >she’s low to the floor when she starts to walk over
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  109. 109.
    >your face is blank
  110. 110.
    >confused
  111. 111.
    >why is she acting like this?
  112. 112.
    >maybe she’s feeling so bad that she doesn’t even feel like she deserves a hug?
  113. 113.
    >Poor thing.
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  115. 115.
    >”Ok, ‘non…I’m coming...”
  116. 116.
    >She sounds like she is trying not to sob
  117. 117.
    >she takes a couple more steps
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    >but she’s off to your side
  119. 119.
    >walking to the space next to you, it seems like
  120. 120.
    >confused, you beckon to her again
  121. 121.
    >say almost with a whisper, “Come on, come here, sweetie”
  122. 122.
     
  123. 123.
    >then, though, something happens that you did not expect
  124. 124.
    >She hurries forward with a gentle squeak, like your gentle beckoning to her to come to you was barked at her like a command
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    >and then, before you can reach around her and pull her in
  126. 126.
    >she avoids your hoof
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    >slides under it
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    >and bewilders you with what she does next
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  130. 130.
    >She leans over the couch cushions
  131. 131.
    >and starts to crawl over you where you’re seated
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    >right on top of your lap
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    >and then, with your hooves up high beside your head with surprise, she drops down on top of your lap
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    >laying down horizontally
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  136. 136.
    >You sit there for at least ten seconds in shock
  137. 137.
    >not the kind of adrenaline pumping shock
  138. 138.
    >just the “what the hell just happened” kind
  139. 139.
    >You simply stare down at your wife, who is laying across your knees
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    >sure, she’s sometimes a pretty weird pony >but this just doesn’t make ANY sense to you
  141. 141.
    >She’s got her face hidden in her hooves and her eyes shut tight
  142. 142.
    >like she’s bracing herself for impact
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  144. 144.
    >The only thing you can say when you see her is, "Uhh, what are you doing, Pinkie Pie?"
  145. 145.
     
  146. 146.
    >She gasps
  147. 147.
    >then she looks up at you
  148. 148.
    >over her shoulder
  149. 149.
    >she cringes, you can feel on your legs
  150. 150.
    >She starts stammering again
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  152. 152.
    >"Oh! I, uh, ummm, I just..."
  153. 153.
    >She is blushing red as a rose
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    >But she stays still on your legs
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    >"I just assumed you were, that you were gonna... since you were m-mad and you wanted me to come over, you were gonna... punish me."
  156. 156.
     
  157. 157.
    >The party pony is looking at you with a dead serious expression
  158. 158.
    >Your wife is bad at sarcasm
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    >and even though you've barely been married 6 months, you know when she is joking around
  160. 160.
    >now wasn't that time
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  162. 162.
    >For a while you don't breathe
  163. 163.
    >too shocked to speak
  164. 164.
    >Except...
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  166. 166.
    >"WHAT?"
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  168. 168.
    >You can't believe what you just heard
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    >Now, all of a sudden you realize what she was doing
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    >you can't believe it
  171. 171.
    >a husband, to his wife? Doing THAT to her?
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    >If you ever had foals, then maybe you'd do something like that to THEM when they acted up
  173. 173.
    >but your wife?
  174. 174.
    >what was this, the middle ages?
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  176. 176.
    >It's official, you married a crazy pony.
  177. 177.
    >You have so many questions on your mind to ask right now
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    >but you'll start simple
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  180. 180.
    >"Ok, ok... Pinkie. I just... let's take a step back for a second."
  181. 181.
    >you gently push on her belly
  182. 182.
    >telling her silently to get up
  183. 183.
    >she does, and sits in front of you
  184. 184.
    >she's still blushing, and breathing hard
  185. 185.
    >Your gaze meets her eyes
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    >"Why, in all of Equestria, do you think I was going to do something like... THAT, to you?"
  187. 187.
     
  188. 188.
    >Now, Pinkie Pie is also looking confused at you
  189. 189.
    >Her answer is innocent sounding
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  191. 191.
    >"I t-told you, because you were really mad and I almost burned the house down, and th-then you told me to come to you, so I just thought you were going to... spank me."
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  193. 193.
    >Once again, there is no joking bone in Pinkie Pie's body right now
  194. 194.
    >She's completely serious
  195. 195.
    >All you can do is stare at her, right now
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  197. 197.
    >Where to even begin?
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  199. 199.
    >"Pinkie, why on earth do you think I would ever do something like that to you? Where ever did you get an idea like that from?"
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  201. 201.
    >Pinkie Pie seems so confused right now
  202. 202.
    >Like the questions you're asking are in a different language or something
  203. 203.
    >But she answers
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    >speaking quietly and looking at you with tears still in her eyes
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  206. 206.
    >"I... b-but I don't get it. That's what my daddy did to MY mom... and my Aunt Shale's husband did to her when she was out of line..."
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  208. 208.
    >Hoooly crap
  209. 209.
    >Now, this all makes sense
  210. 210.
    >Not just this, tonight, oh no
  211. 211.
    >EVERYTHING
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  213. 213.
    >You weren't a domineering kind of pony
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    >When you ran into Pinkie Pie, you fell in love with her for who she was
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    >And she trusted you, totally
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    >But boy, was she submissive to you
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    >you didn't demand that of her
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    >She just was that way
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    >and now, you understand why
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  221. 221.
    >You don’t even think Pinkie knows how weird that is
  222. 222.
    >understands how other ponies who are together relate when they’re angry
  223. 223.
    >poor pony thinks that you’ll smack her ass repeatedly if she does something wrong
  224. 224.
    >just like her parents
  225. 225.
    >your heart aches
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  227. 227.
    >”Oh. Ok then. But I’m not gonna do that, Pinkie. Even if that’s what you did back home…”
  228. 228.
     
  229. 229.
    >Pinkie cocks her head at you
  230. 230.
    >She asks you a question delicately
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    >”Wait, so… back home? So, are you saying that other ponies don’t do that? Then how do stallions punish their wives around here, then?”
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  233. 233.
    >Fuck, that’s a weird question for you
  234. 234.
    >like it’s from a different dimension
  235. 235.
    >she’s so innocent when she asks it
  236. 236.
    >you can’t believe she really thought that wife spanking was considered normal
  237. 237.
    >You laugh nervously
  238. 238.
    >”Uhhh, they… don’t?”
  239. 239.
     
  240. 240.
    >Pinkie Pie’s eyes widen
  241. 241.
    >she looks at you like you just sprouted a second head
  242. 242.
    >”What!? But, b-but… how do they make sure their wives obey them, then?”
  243. 243.
     
  244. 244.
    >How far away from Ponyville was this rock farm, again?
  245. 245.
     
  246. 246.
    >”Uhh, they… don’t?”
  247. 247.
     
  248. 248.
    >Pinkie seems to ponder this for a while
  249. 249.
    >Her lips purse together
  250. 250.
    >she thinks, eyebrow raised
  251. 251.
    >you always thought she looked adorable when she was contemplative
  252. 252.
    >Finally she shakes her head gravely
  253. 253.
     
  254. 254.
    >“I don’t get it. That just seems so… so, wrong!”
  255. 255.
     
  256. 256.
    >You knew her family was old fashioned, but this was so foreign to you that you don’t even know what to say
  257. 257.
    >culturally, Pinkie’s ideas of marriage are way, waaay different than you ever thought they were
  258. 258.
    >You sigh, uncertainly
  259. 259.
     
  260. 260.
    >”Ok, Pinkie. So, lemme get this straight. You think that, because you’re my wife, you have to always do whatever I say?”
  261. 261.
     
  262. 262.
    >Pinkie’s eyes narrow
  263. 263.
    >like you asked her a stupid question
  264. 264.
    >she nods many times
  265. 265.
    >”Well, yeah! Of course.”
  266. 266.
     
  267. 267.
    >This is so weird
  268. 268.
    >you keep up your line of questioning
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    >”Ok. And always doing whatever I say, always obeying me… you’re ok with that? Like, do you feel happy doing that?”
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  271. 271.
    >Again, Pinkie’s expression is like you are a crazy pony
  272. 272.
    >She nods again
  273. 273.
    >”Uhh, yeah! Why wouldn’t I? I love you!”
  274. 274.
     
  275. 275.
     
  276. 276.
    >Something happens in your brain when you hear her say that
  277. 277.
    >A realization
  278. 278.
    >The fact she wanted to marry you, thinking what she thinks now
  279. 279.
    >thinking that she had to always obey you
  280. 280.
    >and yet, she married you anyway
  281. 281.
    >The amount of trust she has in you, just…
  282. 282.
    >blows your mind
  283. 283.
    >you take a long breath in and out
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  285. 285.
    >You honestly have to admit that you are flattered right now
  286. 286.
    >more than you ever have been in your life.
  287. 287.
     
  288. 288.
    >still you have your own thoughts on this matter
  289. 289.
    >but you don’t want to tell Pinkie them word for word
  290. 290.
    >tell her that her ideas are old fashioned, ridiculous
  291. 291.
    >You know she’s still feeling bad about almost burning the house down
  292. 292.
    >and rejecting her notions right now, could really, really hurt her
  293. 293.
    >make her feel like you’re rejecting her love and devotion outright
  294. 294.
    >you don’t want to do that to her
  295. 295.
     
  296. 296.
    >You also still have one question
  297. 297.
    >the thing you are still weirded out by
  298. 298.
    >”And if you disobey, or do something wrong… you expected me to spank you for it?”
  299. 299.
     
  300. 300.
    >This time, Pinkie Pie nods less eagerly
  301. 301.
    >her ears flop back
  302. 302.
    >but still, she’s totally sincere
  303. 303.
    >”Uh huh. When I was a filly growing up, that’s what my daddy told me had to happen sometimes. He told me that sometimes, a husband had to love his wife enough to put her back in line when she needs it, even if she doesn’t like it. Just like whenever he had to spank me or Limestone or Marble or Maud.”
  304. 304.
    >she says matter of factly
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  306. 306.
    >Oh, no.
  307. 307.
    >you go over what she just said in your head
  308. 308.
    >and you realize the implications of it
  309. 309.
    >”a husband has to love his wife enough…”
  310. 310.
     
  311. 311.
    >This feels so twisted to you
  312. 312.
    >so, if a husband DOESN’T punish his wife, “when she needs it” then according to what Pinkie believes
  313. 313.
    >he doesn’t love her enough?
  314. 314.
     
  315. 315.
    >You ask the next question very, very carefully
  316. 316.
    >”So, Pinkie, tonight… when you thought I was going to punish you, did you…... think you “needed it?”
  317. 317.
     
  318. 318.
    >The pink pony looks at you with her eyes beginning to tear up
  319. 319.
    >She hesitates
  320. 320.
    >but somehow, you know what her answer was going to be
  321. 321.
    >you cringe when she says it
  322. 322.
    >”Uh huh. A… a lot.”
  323. 323.
     
  324. 324.
    >Now you’re in deep water
  325. 325.
    >up a creek without… or with a paddle
  326. 326.
    >what do you even tell her?
  327. 327.
    >that wife spanking isn’t on the table
  328. 328.
    >tell her that you aren’t like that
  329. 329.
     
  330. 330.
    >and
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    >basically reject her whole upbringing, her ideas of her married life
  332. 332.
    >and risk offending her and insulting her whole family’s traditions
  333. 333.
    >and in her mind, “not love her enough”
  334. 334.
    >be culturally insensitive
  335. 335.
     
  336. 336.
    >oooorrr
  337. 337.
    >do you just… do it?
  338. 338.
     
  339. 339.
    >You want to ignore option B completely
  340. 340.
    >but the more you think about it, the more you see
  341. 341.
    >she says she’s happy doing what she is doing now
  342. 342.
    >content with obeying you
  343. 343.
    >does it because she loves you
  344. 344.
     
  345. 345.
    >Pinkie Pie is stifling herself
  346. 346.
    >but she’s crying
  347. 347.
    >you see her teary eyes
  348. 348.
    >she’s waiting for you to make a decision
  349. 349.
     
  350. 350.
    >You feel sick to your stomach
  351. 351.
    >how in the world are you actually considering this right now?
  352. 352.
    >how did you get to this point?
  353. 353.
    >You sigh
  354. 354.
    >your hooves are shaking
  355. 355.
    >You ask her, seriously as you can
  356. 356.
     
  357. 357.
    >”Pinkie, please be 100% honest with me, ok? Is this what you really want? Are you really, truly happy with this? With us, just the way it has been?”
  358. 358.
    >Pinkie Pie’s eyes light up
  359. 359.
    >She licks a tear off her lip
  360. 360.
    >and she nods her head
  361. 361.
    >no hesitation
  362. 362.
     
  363. 363.
    >”Uh huh. I am, Anon. PINKIE Promise.”
  364. 364.
     
  365. 365.
    >Your heart beats hard
  366. 366.
    >you gulp
  367. 367.
    >she treats those promises so seriously it isn’t even funny
  368. 368.
    >she means it
  369. 369.
     
  370. 370.
    >here it comes, the big question
  371. 371.
    >the question you never thought you would ask her in a million years
  372. 372.
     
  373. 373.
    >”And if I punished you, for what happened tonight… would you feel better about all of this?”
  374. 374.
     
  375. 375.
    >Pinkie Pie shivers
  376. 376.
    >She looks down at your lap
  377. 377.
    >her head slowly begins to nod
  378. 378.
     
  379. 379.
    >”Uh huh. I-it would, Anon.”
  380. 380.
     
  381. 381.
    >there it is
  382. 382.
    >the final answer
  383. 383.
    >you can’t believe what it is you are about to do
  384. 384.
    >but if this is what she truly wants
  385. 385.
    >both tonight and in general
  386. 386.
    >feels she deserves
  387. 387.
    >you decided you’re going to do it.
  388. 388.
     
  389. 389.
    >Sigh
  390. 390.
    >”Ok, Pinkie Pie. I’ll do it.”
  391. 391.
     
  392. 392.
    >there it is
  393. 393.
    >the final answer
  394. 394.
    >you can’t believe what it is you are about to do
  395. 395.
    >but if this is what she truly wants
  396. 396.
    >both tonight and in general
  397. 397.
    >feels she deserves
  398. 398.
    >you decided you’re going to do it.
  399. 399.
     
  400. 400.
    >Sigh
  401. 401.
    >”Ok, Pinkie Pie. I’ll do it.”
  402. 402.
     
  403. 403.
    >Her mixed emotions when you say this show up on her big, expressive face
  404. 404.
    >for a quick second you see her eyes and ears perk up
  405. 405.
    >but then, she looks fearful
  406. 406.
    >A tear drops down
  407. 407.
    >She looks at you tensely
  408. 408.
    >”Yes, Anon.”
  409. 409.
     
  410. 410.
    >You don’t even have to ask her
  411. 411.
    >she starts walking over to you
  412. 412.
    >eyeing your lap
  413. 413.
    >you decide you’re just going to let her do her thing
  414. 414.
    >she obviously knows how it’s done
  415. 415.
     
  416. 416.
    >Pinkie gets back into the same position she was in before
  417. 417.
    >laying across your knees
  418. 418.
    >whole body on the couch
  419. 419.
    >rear hooves pointed away to the window
  420. 420.
    >head next to your lap on the couch
  421. 421.
     
  422. 422.
    >Holy fuck this is awkward
  423. 423.
    >your only experience with spankings was a couple of times as a colt
  424. 424.
    >and they weren’t like this
  425. 425.
    >not as formal, just a few spanks standing up
  426. 426.
    >you honestly don’t even know what to do next
  427. 427.
    >should you just… start smacking her butt now?
  428. 428.
     
  429. 429.
    >You’re hesitant to do anything to her as it is
  430. 430.
    >you don’t want to do it in a way she won’t approve
  431. 431.
     
  432. 432.
    >”Uhh, so… hey, Pinkie? I want to do this right, so… where you’re from, how do husbands do it exactly?”
  433. 433.
     
  434. 434.
    >It’s so weird asking her this question when she’s laying down over your lap
  435. 435.
    >you don’t know how hard to spank
  436. 436.
    >you don’t know how long
  437. 437.
    >you don’t know anything!
  438. 438.
     
  439. 439.
    >Pinkie Pie is super tense right now
  440. 440.
    >understandably
  441. 441.
    >but she starts calmly answering your question
  442. 442.
    >trying not to cry already
  443. 443.
     
  444. 444.
    >”Well… my daddy had a big, old wooden hairbrush. He used that, but…”
  445. 445.
     
  446. 446.
    >Ok, this was already crazy enough
  447. 447.
    >If you were going to do this, there was no way in hell some hairbrush was factoring into that
  448. 448.
    >You switch the topic quickly
  449. 449.
     
  450. 450.
    >”Oh. Well… ahem. So, and how long did he do it for?”
  451. 451.
     
  452. 452.
    >if this is going to be a punishment, you don’t want it to just be a few slaps and done
  453. 453.
    >at least, if you’re even gonna do it at all
  454. 454.
    >that would probably just make things worse
  455. 455.
    >make her think you’re just half assing it
  456. 456.
    >You really don’t want to do this, still
  457. 457.
    >You start second guessing yourself
  458. 458.
    >But you decide to stick with your decision, for her sake
  459. 459.
     
  460. 460.
    >She replied, shyly
  461. 461.
    >”I-I don’t know… he did it a long time. They hurt a lot, they were supposed to.”
  462. 462.
     
  463. 463.
    >She grabs the couch with her hoof
  464. 464.
    >bracing herself
  465. 465.
    >Pinkie knows that telling you this could mean worse things for her
  466. 466.
    >but she’s still telling you
  467. 467.
    >that says something
  468. 468.
     
  469. 469.
    >What did you get yourself into?
  470. 470.
     
  471. 471.
    >Well, whatever it is you’re going to do to her, it can be done with your hoof
  472. 472.
    >you aren’t using some big hairbrush on her
  473. 473.
    >never
  474. 474.
     
  475. 475.
    >You are just not going to think about it
  476. 476.
    >Fuck it.
  477. 477.
     
  478. 478.
    >She's obedient to you
  479. 479.
    >keeping her tail away from her posterior
  480. 480.
    >now, she’s just waiting
  481. 481.
    >you decide that she shouldn’t have to wait any longer
  482. 482.
    >but still, you’ll give her a warning
  483. 483.
     
  484. 484.
    >”Ok, Pinkie. I’m just going to do it now, until… until you’ve learned your lesson.”
  485. 485.
     
  486. 486.
    >Fuck
  487. 487.
    >that was the most awkward thing that’s ever come out of your mouth
  488. 488.
    >that came all the way back from your foalhood days
  489. 489.
    >your own parents
  490. 490.
    >You feel like you’re talking to your own wife like a child
  491. 491.
     
  492. 492.
    >Pinkie Pie, though, doesn’t seem to think the same way
  493. 493.
    >She nods her head and hides her face
  494. 494.
    >”O-ok. Yes, Anon.”
  495. 495.
     
  496. 496.
    >Poor pony
  497. 497.
    >you don’t know how you’ll live with yourself
  498. 498.
    >Let’s just get this over with
  499. 499.
    >You lift your hoof up
  500. 500.
    >Pinkie senses it and squeaks
  501. 501.
    >she shuts her eyes
  502. 502.
     
  503. 503.
    >No more delaying
  504. 504.
    >You aim at her butt, which is perched on your knee
  505. 505.
    >Sticking out
  506. 506.
    >And then
  507. 507.
    >you swing it down
  508. 508.
    >onto her butt
  509. 509.
    >and it makes a sharp, hard SMACK!
  510. 510.
     
  511. 511.
    >”Yow!”
  512. 512.
    >Pinkie Pie’s yelp follows the spank right away
  513. 513.
    >But to your shock she stays perfectly still
  514. 514.
     
  515. 515.
    >you don’t want to wait too long
  516. 516.
    >might make you think too much
  517. 517.
    >or think AT ALL
  518. 518.
    >Another harsh SMACK!
  519. 519.
     
  520. 520.
    >”OUCH!”
  521. 521.
    >Pinkie exclaims again
  522. 522.
    >You hear her cries, but she’s still not moving
  523. 523.
     
  524. 524.
    >You guess you’re doing it right?
  525. 525.
    >Well, you can’t stop after two spanks
  526. 526.
    >so, you give her another one
  527. 527.
    >SMACK!
  528. 528.
     
  529. 529.
    >”Ah!”
  530. 530.
    >This time, her hoof back hoof moves a little bit
  531. 531.
    >kicks, but just barely
  532. 532.
    >You do it again, and again
  533. 533.
     
  534. 534.
    >SMACK SMACK! SMACK!
  535. 535.
     
  536. 536.
    >”Ow, ow! OW!”
  537. 537.
     
  538. 538.
    >SMACK!
  539. 539.
     
  540. 540.
    >”Aow!”
  541. 541.
     
  542. 542.
    >SMACK!
  543. 543.
     
  544. 544.
    >”Oow! Uh, uhuuuhh”
  545. 545.
     
  546. 546.
    >Then you hear it
  547. 547.
    >she’s starting to cry
  548. 548.
    >little sobs
  549. 549.
     
  550. 550.
    >You honestly just want to stop now
  551. 551.
    >But something inside you says not to do that
  552. 552.
    >the words “he did it a long time” echo in your mind
  553. 553.
    >This has barely been any time at all
  554. 554.
     
  555. 555.
    >smack goes your hand
  556. 556.
    >over and over again
  557. 557.
    >And Pinkie’s getting a lot louder
  558. 558.
    >Even though, she hasn't moved an inch on you
  559. 559.
     
  560. 560.
    >You're just going to keep going.
  561. 561.
     
  562. 562.
    >The pink mare rubs one leg with the other
  563. 563.
    >yips and yells every time your hoof gives her butt a stinging smack
  564. 564.
    >shivers and sobs
  565. 565.
    >but she refuses to struggle
  566. 566.
    >apart from some twitching
  567. 567.
    >she’s so sweet and kind and affectionate
  568. 568.
    >you hate hearing her in pain, and crying
  569. 569.
    >You’ve been trying to ignore it, but it’s not easy
  570. 570.
     
  571. 571.
    >”Yowch! Oww! OWW!”
  572. 572.
     
  573. 573.
    >You’re getting in a rhythm
  574. 574.
    >left, right, middle
  575. 575.
    >left, right, middle
  576. 576.
    >it seems like it’s working
  577. 577.
    >based on Pinkie Pie’s tears
  578. 578.
    >you’re watching closely
  579. 579.
    >paying attention to her butt
  580. 580.
    >you don’t want to leave a bruise
  581. 581.
    >so far, it’s hard to tell that you even did anything
  582. 582.
    >her backside is pink, after all
  583. 583.
    >You can only imagine what a big hairbrush would do to her
  584. 584.
    >You try not to think about that
  585. 585.
     
  586. 586.
    >Pinkie Pie just submits to it all
  587. 587.
    >she’s so tense
  588. 588.
    >you can tell she wants to move
  589. 589.
    >but she isn’t
  590. 590.
    >you can only imagine what’s going through her mind right now
  591. 591.
    >wanting to please you
  592. 592.
    >wanting to take the punishment she feels like she deserves
  593. 593.
    >such a heavy weight on her mind
  594. 594.
     
  595. 595.
    >SMACK! SMACK! SMACK, SMACK SMACK!
  596. 596.
     
  597. 597.
    >”Uhhuhhoow! Oww! OWIEEE!”
  598. 598.
     
  599. 599.
    >That’s when she moves, for the first time
  600. 600.
    >Shakes her butt away from you
  601. 601.
    >kicks her hooves
  602. 602.
     
  603. 603.
    >All of a sudden, it’s like she’s about to have a panic attack
  604. 604.
    >she gasps
  605. 605.
    >Starts stammering
  606. 606.
     
  607. 607.
    >”I-Im-m sorry! Sorry, Anon! I won’t kick anymore, I’m sorry!”
  608. 608.
     
  609. 609.
    >Oh, jeez
  610. 610.
    >you didn’t even say anything
  611. 611.
    >since she’s submissive with everything else, it only makes sense
  612. 612.
    >she feels like she has to totally submit to this spanking, too
  613. 613.
    >to her, struggling is disobedience
  614. 614.
    >your heart is breaking
  615. 615.
    >you almost stop right there
  616. 616.
    >call it a night, give your wife the biggest, warmest hug and kiss you’ve ever given
  617. 617.
     
  618. 618.
    >but before you do that, something occurs to you
  619. 619.
    >a thought, that makes you groan inwardly
  620. 620.
    >if you stop now
  621. 621.
    >then she’ll think you’re stopping because you don’t think she can take it
  622. 622.
    >because you feel sorry for her
  623. 623.
    >not because you think, as you said before, that she “learned her lesson”
  624. 624.
    >And it still hasn’t been much time
  625. 625.
     
  626. 626.
    >You never want to do this again
  627. 627.
     
  628. 628.
    >”It’s ok, Pinkie. A-are you, doing ok?”
  629. 629.
    >god, that seems like a stupid question
  630. 630.
    >she’s crying while being spanked!
  631. 631.
    >”Doing ok?” are you retarded?
  632. 632.
     
  633. 633.
    >But she cries out a teary eyed response
  634. 634.
    >She nods her head
  635. 635.
    >Her poofy mane isn’t as poofy anymore
  636. 636.
    >”Y-yes, Anoonnn…”
  637. 637.
     
  638. 638.
    >You’ll take that with a grain of salt
  639. 639.
    >You’re starting to see a little bit of darker pink on her plump tush
  640. 640.
    >It’s obvious she’s in pain
  641. 641.
    >but you have to go on
  642. 642.
    >at least a little while more
  643. 643.
     
  644. 644.
    >You’ve been spanking the same spots this whole time
  645. 645.
    >Leaving small dark pink circles on her butt
  646. 646.
    >You decide that you’ll start spanking lower
  647. 647.
    >You aim, and SMACK! goes your hoof
  648. 648.
     
  649. 649.
    >Pinkie yelps, and her back hooves do a little wiggle
  650. 650.
    >but she doesn’t kick
  651. 651.
    >you spank the other cheek, same spot
  652. 652.
    >she hiccups and sobs into her legs
  653. 653.
     
  654. 654.
    >Several more swats and Pinkie is really starting to cry
  655. 655.
    >Before it was softer, held back
  656. 656.
    >now it’s more open
  657. 657.
    >Instead of kicking or moving her butt anywhere, Pinkie Pie shuffles her legs up and down each other
  658. 658.
    >”Owwowowoww!”
  659. 659.
     
  660. 660.
    >But she hasn’t begged at all
  661. 661.
    >pleaded for you to stop
  662. 662.
    >even said your name
  663. 663.
    >Your poor wife still must feel so guilty
  664. 664.
    >and knowing how submissive she is, she’d probably lay right here all night long
  665. 665.
    >take whatever punishment you give her
  666. 666.
    >Because that’s what she thinks she has to do
  667. 667.
     
  668. 668.
    >You love her
  669. 669.
    >and you’re so glad she married you
  670. 670.
    >not some other stallion
  671. 671.
    >because you will never abuse her trust of you
  672. 672.
    >never go too far just because she’ll let you
  673. 673.
    >which is why you have to stop, now
  674. 674.
     
  675. 675.
    >But first, you’re going to follow through with your promise to her from the beginning
  676. 676.
    >your promise that you would spank her until she “learned her lesson” or whatever
  677. 677.
    >So, you stop smacking her ass and ask a big question
  678. 678.
     
  679. 679.
    >So, Pinkie, have you learned your lesson yet?”
  680. 680.
     
  681. 681.
    >Pinkie Pie can’t answer you right away
  682. 682.
    >But you’re just happy to be done with this whole thing
  683. 683.
    >she’ll just say yes
  684. 684.
    >and then as soon as she does you’ll let her up and give her a desperately needed hug
  685. 685.
     
  686. 686.
    >Finally she speaks, through sobs
  687. 687.
     
  688. 688.
    >”I-I, I h-haven’t… I don’t think I have yet, Anooonn, I’m sorryyy…”
  689. 689.
     
  690. 690.
    >Oh, fuck.
  691. 691.
     
  692. 692.
    >You weren’t planning on this happening.
  693. 693.
    >How long did these things take for her family?
  694. 694.
    >With a hairbrush?
  695. 695.
    >WHAT?
  696. 696.
     
  697. 697.
    >Screw it, you’re going to try reasoning with her
  698. 698.
     
  699. 699.
    >”Pinkie, sweetie, why do you think that?”
  700. 700.
     
  701. 701.
    >ironic
  702. 702.
    >she’s the one being spanked
  703. 703.
    >but you’re the one basically begging for it to be over
  704. 704.
    >She cries some more
  705. 705.
    >wipes her face on the couch
  706. 706.
    >thing is covered in tears
  707. 707.
    >her butt is light red, too
  708. 708.
    >she’s been spanked plenty, right?
  709. 709.
    >Right?
  710. 710.
     
  711. 711.
    >”I alm-most burned the house down… a-again… uhhhuuhuhhh… we coulda been on the street c-cuz of me…”
  712. 712.
     
  713. 713.
    >so that’s it, then
  714. 714.
    >You just haven’t done it hard enough
  715. 715.
    >she thinks she just deserves more
  716. 716.
    >this is crazy
  717. 717.
    >horrible
  718. 718.
     
  719. 719.
    >You can’t believe it, but you have to keep going
  720. 720.
    >You sigh, try to calm your fast beating heart
  721. 721.
    >mentally brace yourself
  722. 722.
    >after all of this, you are going to have a talk with her
  723. 723.
    >a REAL talk
  724. 724.
    >God, this poor pony
  725. 725.
     
  726. 726.
    >”Ok, Pinkie. I’m gonna keep going, ok?”
  727. 727.
     
  728. 728.
    >Pinkie Pie shivers on your lap
  729. 729.
    >she nods obediently
  730. 730.
    >”O-ok… yes, Anooon”
  731. 731.
     
  732. 732.
    >no time to sit and think
  733. 733.
    >you have a job you promised her you would do
  734. 734.
    >You raise your hoof, and spank her again
  735. 735.
     
  736. 736.
    >You get back to the rhythm, and pretty soon she’s sobbing all over again
  737. 737.
    >her posterior is heating up
  738. 738.
    >and even though she’s doing her best
  739. 739.
    >she still sometimes just has to shuffle her hooves
  740. 740.
    >but she never moves her flanks
  741. 741.
    >makes sure that they’re always in the same place
  742. 742.
    >ready for the next swat
  743. 743.
    >her butt has to be on fire
  744. 744.
    >It sure looks that way
  745. 745.
     
  746. 746.
    >Your hoof is starting to burn, too
  747. 747.
    >You think a morbid thought
  748. 748.
    >No wonder her dad used a hairbrush instead
  749. 749.
    >but you can’t even imagine how much that thing would hurt the sweet pony on your lap
  750. 750.
     
  751. 751.
    >Pinkie lifts her head when you spank her on the bottom part of her butt
  752. 752.
    >cries out loudly, freely
  753. 753.
    >Her puffy hair is getting in her face
  754. 754.
    >tears are getting it wet
  755. 755.
    >you honestly don’t know if you should stop now or not
  756. 756.
     
  757. 757.
    >You don’t have a clock
  758. 758.
    >But you guess it’s been a couple of minutes
  759. 759.
    >does that count as a long time?
  760. 760.
    >Her bottom is getting redder
  761. 761.
    >you don’t know
  762. 762.
    >you honestly wish Pinkie gave you a time amount
  763. 763.
    >so you could do half of that
  764. 764.
    >without that fucking hairbrush
  765. 765.
     
  766. 766.
    >your mind keeps going back to that brush
  767. 767.
    >but it’s only now that you are starting to realize something
  768. 768.
    >Pinkie, bless her heart, is probably used to a spanking from THAT thing
  769. 769.
    >not from your measly little hoof
  770. 770.
    >and even though she’s crying, she’s still in control of herself
  771. 771.
    >And she’s a pretty loud and noisy pony to begin with
  772. 772.
     
  773. 773.
    >Oh crap.
  774. 774.
    >It’s no wonder she doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
  775. 775.
    >But what that means for you is…
  776. 776.
     
  777. 777.
    >No, you won’t do that
  778. 778.
    >No hairbrush
  779. 779.
    >But you have an idea
  780. 780.
    >And it’s still not one you like.
  781. 781.
     
  782. 782.
    >You need to lay down the law, and go full at it
  783. 783.
    >Or she’ll never feel ok with what you’re giving her
  784. 784.
     
  785. 785.
    >You take a deep breath and aim your hoof
  786. 786.
    >Then, you begin spanking much faster
  787. 787.
    >SMACK, SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
  788. 788.
     
  789. 789.
    >”Uhhuhh, OWW! Ouch, oowww, ow ow ow! OW!”
  790. 790.
     
  791. 791.
    >Pinkie’s cries suddenly get louder
  792. 792.
    >Less sniffly, more bawly
  793. 793.
    >Your hoof leaves some little red prints on her tush
  794. 794.
    >They make you wince, and your stomach feels bad
  795. 795.
    >But she doesn’t move
  796. 796.
    >even though her hooves are twitching and the rest of her body is so tense
  797. 797.
    >the now blubbering pony still stays there, across your lap
  798. 798.
    >taking the punishment she (thinks) deserves
  799. 799.
     
  800. 800.
    >And the beat goes on and on
  801. 801.
     
  802. 802.
    >You force yourself to just stick with it
  803. 803.
    >follow through with every spank
  804. 804.
    >Your hoof stings and is turning red, too
  805. 805.
    >but it’s nothing compared to how Pinkie’s backside looks
  806. 806.
    >your spanks are now painting temporary white hoofprints that fade back into red
  807. 807.
    >like pressing against a sunburn
  808. 808.
     
  809. 809.
    >then she kicks, again
  810. 810.
    >just a single time
  811. 811.
    >but she reacts in the same way as before
  812. 812.
    >choking and crying
  813. 813.
    >”Ssorry! Sorry, ahoww, I’m sorry…”
  814. 814.
     
  815. 815.
    >You ignore that
  816. 816.
    >you can’t tell her right now, exactly
  817. 817.
    >but you don’t care if she kicks
  818. 818.
    >struggles
  819. 819.
    >you won’t punish her worse for something like that
  820. 820.
     
  821. 821.
    >The clock keeps ticking on
  822. 822.
    >and you don’t think you can take much more of this
  823. 823.
    >not anymore than she can
  824. 824.
    >You are spanking her seriously, no holds barred
  825. 825.
    >disregarding the stinging in your own hoof
  826. 826.
    >and now, Pinkie is howling
  827. 827.
    >crying without trying to keep herself calm or quiet at all
  828. 828.
    >her mouth is gaping open
  829. 829.
    >tears are turning her face red, too
  830. 830.
     
  831. 831.
    >”BWAAAAHH! OWWOWOWOWOWOW!!”
  832. 832.
     
  833. 833.
    >that’s when she starts to squirm anyway
  834. 834.
    >under your spanks, she begins to move her butt
  835. 835.
    >not much, but despite all of her best tries, she can’t help it anymore
  836. 836.
    >you don’t think she even knows that she’s doing it
  837. 837.
    >Because, well, she’s still doing it
  838. 838.
    >and that makes your heart shatter
  839. 839.
    >knowing she's in that much pain right now
  840. 840.
    >it's just...
  841. 841.
     
  842. 842.
    >That’s it. Enough.
  843. 843.
    >You spank her a few more times, and stop
  844. 844.
     
  845. 845.
    >Pinkie Pie is crying brokenly
  846. 846.
    >Her butt is an angry, burning red
  847. 847.
    >she’s sliding her hooves back and forth
  848. 848.
    >over the couch cushion
  849. 849.
    >but she suddenly stops
  850. 850.
    >goes rigid
  851. 851.
    >and she starts stuttering yet again
  852. 852.
     
  853. 853.
    >”I’m ss-sorry, I didn’t realize, I-I’ll stop! I won’t mo-ove!”
  854. 854.
     
  855. 855.
    >Oh god, that’s it
  856. 856.
    >you aren’t giving her one more spank
  857. 857.
    >you refuse
  858. 858.
    >you know what you’re going to do
  859. 859.
     
  860. 860.
    >You pick her up, lifting around her underside
  861. 861.
    >Pinkie’s still weeping
  862. 862.
    >her spanked tail end fiery red
  863. 863.
    >you lift the plump pony up
  864. 864.
    >slide her over your lap
  865. 865.
    >and hug her tight with both arms
  866. 866.
     
  867. 867.
    >The poor thing hiccups and sobs
  868. 868.
    >but when she sees you are hugging her, she latches onto you like a filly
  869. 869.
    >squeezes you hard
  870. 870.
    >hugging you around your shoulders
  871. 871.
     
  872. 872.
    >You feel tears in your eyes
  873. 873.
    >as well as the tears of your wife on your shoulder
  874. 874.
    >her mane is wet
  875. 875.
    >the poof in her pretty hair much less than usual
  876. 876.
    >You rub her back lovingly
  877. 877.
    >right between her shoulders
  878. 878.
     
  879. 879.
    >”I’m-m sorryy! Waahahaaa!”
  880. 880.
     
  881. 881.
    >You feel so sorry for her
  882. 882.
    >she’s in pain in more ways than one
  883. 883.
    >your mouth is right next to her ear
  884. 884.
    >you talk into it
  885. 885.
     
  886. 886.
    >”Pinkie, sweetie, it’s ok, now! It’s over, shhh, it’s over, I’m done. I’m not mad at you, you’re ok, shhh”
  887. 887.
    >You pat her back and nuzzle her mane
  888. 888.
    >The pink pony melts into your hug
  889. 889.
    >begging for forgiveness
  890. 890.
    >her rear legs squirm
  891. 891.
    >probably from the pain in her bottom
  892. 892.
    >you can feel how hot it is now that it’s touching your lap
  893. 893.
     
  894. 894.
    >you cringe
  895. 895.
    >hug Pinkie tighter
  896. 896.
    >you really did it to her hard
  897. 897.
    >you are starting to regret ever going through with this
  898. 898.
     
  899. 899.
    >you wait for Pinkie’s cries to quiet down
  900. 900.
    >and eventually, they do
  901. 901.
     
  902. 902.
    >Pinkie Pie finally relaxes a little bit
  903. 903.
    >You rock the poor mare back and forward
  904. 904.
    >she doesn’t let go
  905. 905.
    >you nuzzle her again, wiping tears on her mane as you do
  906. 906.
    >then, you relax your hold
  907. 907.
    >let the whimpering pony lean back
  908. 908.
    >and you give her a wet, deep kiss
  909. 909.
     
  910. 910.
    >Air sniffs through Pinkie’s runny nose
  911. 911.
    >she’s definitely surprised
  912. 912.
    >but she “mmphs” with pleased shock when you plant your lips on hers
  913. 913.
    >And with another tear spilling down her face
  914. 914.
    >she closes her eyes and kisses you back
  915. 915.
     
  916. 916.
    >you keep the tender moment going
  917. 917.
    >she sometimes has to gasp for air
  918. 918.
    >her nose is too stuffy
  919. 919.
    >but she goes right back to kissing you once she gets a breath
  920. 920.
     
  921. 921.
    >eventually, you force yourself to break the kiss
  922. 922.
    >you have other business with her that you need to discuss
  923. 923.
    >desperately
  924. 924.
    >you never want to do this again
  925. 925.
     
  926. 926.
    >You start to gently move Pinkie off your lap
  927. 927.
    >”Ok, Pinkie Pie. Can you just, I dunno, sit next to me? We have to talk.”
  928. 928.
     
  929. 929.
    >You didn’t want that to sound ominous
  930. 930.
    >but it did
  931. 931.
    >Pinkie’s face is still stuffed into your chest
  932. 932.
    >but you feel her slowly nod her head against you
  933. 933.
     
  934. 934.
    >”Yes, Anon.”
  935. 935.
    >She says shakily
  936. 936.
    >Then, she reluctantly moves off your lap
  937. 937.
    >Her puffy eyes and face held low
  938. 938.
    >Nervously
  939. 939.
    >You realize that Pinkie must somehow think you’re going to scold her more
  940. 940.
     
  941. 941.
    >She sits down on the couch
  942. 942.
    >winces
  943. 943.
    >You feel like slapping yourself, forgetting that sitting down is probably not very comfortable for her now
  944. 944.
    >”A-Actually, Pinkie, if you would be more comfortable not sitting down, you could…”
  945. 945.
     
  946. 946.
    >you don’t finish the sentence
  947. 947.
    >you just point to the floor around you
  948. 948.
    >inviting her to stand if she wants
  949. 949.
    >Pinkie Pie hesitates
  950. 950.
    >looks at the floor and then at you
  951. 951.
    >and then, she asks, “O-Ok… s-so do you want me to not sit down?”
  952. 952.
     
  953. 953.
    >this time, it’s hard not to groan with frustration
  954. 954.
    >to her, the only thing that matters is your say so
  955. 955.
    >what YOU want
  956. 956.
    >it’s exasperating
  957. 957.
    >but you control yourself
  958. 958.
    >”Whatever you think is more comfortable, Pinkie. That’s what I want. Ok?”
  959. 959.
     
  960. 960.
    >You hope it sinks in
  961. 961.
    >You don’t want to have to order her to sit down or stand
  962. 962.
    >Let her make a decision for herself, the poor thing!
  963. 963.
    >Pinkie nods her head
  964. 964.
    >”Ok… yes, Anon.”
  965. 965.
     
  966. 966.
    >and slowly, she gets up
  967. 967.
    >and stands facing you
  968. 968.
    >ok, good
  969. 969.
    >you’re glad you suggested it as an option
  970. 970.
    >god, her butt must REALLY hurt
  971. 971.
    >these cushions are pretty soft!
  972. 972.
     
  973. 973.
    >Then, Pinkie starts talking
  974. 974.
    >breathing shallow, fast
  975. 975.
    >she’s bowing her head
  976. 976.
    >and her back hooves shuffling behind her
  977. 977.
     
  978. 978.
    >”I’m-m really sorry I kicked so much, Anon. I didn’t mean to do it, I Pinkie Promise! Next time you spank me, I-I’ll stay more still…”
  979. 979.
     
  980. 980.
    >no
  981. 981.
    >no more
  982. 982.
    >you can’t take it anymore
  983. 983.
    >”No, Pinkie. Just… listen. Listen to me ok?”
  984. 984.
     
  985. 985.
    >Pinkie’s ears flop down
  986. 986.
    >she instantly quiets down
  987. 987.
    >true to herself
  988. 988.
    >Then her big eyes looking at you attentively
  989. 989.
    >dropping whatever she was going to say
  990. 990.
     
  991. 991.
    >You address her directly
  992. 992.
    >Pinkie Pie, I love you. I love you dearly. And I know you love me, too.”
  993. 993.
     
  994. 994.
    >Pinkie Pie can’t quite stand still
  995. 995.
    >her butt is throbbing too much
  996. 996.
    >but she’s listening
  997. 997.
    >you lean your head in
  998. 998.
    >looking at her closely
  999. 999.
     
  1000. 1000.
    >”And I know you want to show me that you love me, too. But Pinkie… that doesn’t mean that you always have to do exactly what I say no matter what. It doesn’t mean I can just boss you around. Ok?”
  1001. 1001.
     
  1002. 1002.
    >Pinkie Pie’s face is somewhat predictable
  1003. 1003.
    >slowly it turns into a confused expression
  1004. 1004.
    >she’s hesitant to speak up
  1005. 1005.
    >but she does
  1006. 1006.
     
  1007. 1007.
    >”Oh… b-but I’m your wife, so… doesn’t that mean you’re the boss, though?”
  1008. 1008.
     
  1009. 1009.
    >Fucking shit
  1010. 1010.
    >how are you going to get through to her?
  1011. 1011.
     
  1012. 1012.
    >”Oh, well I uhh… ok, Pinkie. Let me put things this way. There’s a difference between a boss, and a boss who loves you. And even though I love you...”
  1013. 1013.
    >you are desperately hoping what you say makes sense
  1014. 1014.
    >”Sometimes, Pinkie, I may do things that don’t feel very, well, loving. Because nopony’s perfect, right?”
  1015. 1015.
     
  1016. 1016.
    >Pinkie’s slowly nodding her head
  1017. 1017.
    >looks like she’s following
  1018. 1018.
    >meanwhile, her back legs are still dancing in place a little
  1019. 1019.
    >butt moving side to side
  1020. 1020.
    >”R-Right…”
  1021. 1021.
     
  1022. 1022.
    >”Right. And Pinkie Pie, whenever that happens, I want you to be able to tell me when. If I’m ever doing something you don’t like, or treating you in a way that makes you feel bad, I want you to be able to tell me, sweetie! Ok? Because I love you, and if I’m just acting like your boss, then I’m not being a good husband.”
  1023. 1023.
     
  1024. 1024.
    >Pinkie sniffs and snorts through her clogged nose
  1025. 1025.
    >she looks at you with those huge, expressive eyes
  1026. 1026.
    >and they’re lighting up a little with understanding of what you’re telling her
  1027. 1027.
     
  1028. 1028.
    >”But, but, you are a good husband, Anon!”
  1029. 1029.
     
  1030. 1030.
    >the fact that a pony could say that
  1031. 1031.
    >so sincerely
  1032. 1032.
    >just after they’d been spanked by said husband as punishment
  1033. 1033.
    >it’s kind of hilarious
  1034. 1034.
    >in a fucked up way
  1035. 1035.
    >you nod, and your eyes do a roll
  1036. 1036.
     
  1037. 1037.
    >”Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean I won’t have my bad days, ok?”
  1038. 1038.
     
  1039. 1039.
    >Pinkie smiles just a little
  1040. 1040.
    >blushing
  1041. 1041.
    >she looks back at her flank
  1042. 1042.
    >makes a pained face
  1043. 1043.
     
  1044. 1044.
    >”Yeah… I guess I understand. I have my bad days, too”
  1045. 1045.
     
  1046. 1046.
    >You wince when you see what she’s looking at
  1047. 1047.
    >but it turns to a smile
  1048. 1048.
    >Finally, she gets it
  1049. 1049.
    >at least, it’s a start
  1050. 1050.
     
  1051. 1051.
    >”That’s ok, sweetie. It’s all ok, in the past.”
  1052. 1052.
    >you assure her
  1053. 1053.
     
  1054. 1054.
    >This makes Pinkie’s face brighten up
  1055. 1055.
    >she stares at the ground
  1056. 1056.
    >blushing harder
  1057. 1057.
    >”Ok…”
  1058. 1058.
     
  1059. 1059.
    >”So Pinkie, do you promise to let me know? To speak up whenever I’m not acting the way I should, even...”
  1060. 1060.
    >you pause
  1061. 1061.
    >almost trail off
  1062. 1062.
    >but at the last second, you finish
  1063. 1063.
    >”even though I’m the boss?”
  1064. 1064.
     
  1065. 1065.
    >long pause
  1066. 1066.
    >You hope to Celestia she says yes
  1067. 1067.
    >you pray to Celestia she says yes
  1068. 1068.
     
  1069. 1069.
    >When Pinkie Pie slowly nods, you feel overjoyed
  1070. 1070.
    >”Uh huh… If that’s what you want, Anon.”
  1071. 1071.
     
  1072. 1072.
    >Alright, now that takes care of one thing
  1073. 1073.
    >but there’s still one more thing you need to talk about
  1074. 1074.
    >and it’s not going to be pretty
  1075. 1075.
     
  1076. 1076.
    >Sigh
  1077. 1077.
    >sigh again
  1078. 1078.
    >ok, it’s time to just go out with it
  1079. 1079.
    >”And Pinkie… we need to talk about spanking.”
  1080. 1080.
     
  1081. 1081.
    >There it is
  1082. 1082.
    >that word again
  1083. 1083.
    >It makes Pinkie’s face instantly drop
  1084. 1084.
    >she gasps softly
  1085. 1085.
    >gulps
  1086. 1086.
    >”Oh. Ok...”
  1087. 1087.
     
  1088. 1088.
    >somehow, you think she thinks you are going to scold her
  1089. 1089.
    >talk to her about her moving during the punishment
  1090. 1090.
    >you’re gonna set that straight
  1091. 1091.
     
  1092. 1092.
    >”Ok, Pinkie. About what happened tonight… I don’t want to do it ever again.”
  1093. 1093.
     
  1094. 1094.
    >Ok, it’s out
  1095. 1095.
    >let’s see how she reacts
  1096. 1096.
    >you hope she understands
  1097. 1097.
     
  1098. 1098.
    >Pinkie Pie wipes her runny nose
  1099. 1099.
    >she looks just like she did before
  1100. 1100.
    >before you spanked her
  1101. 1101.
     
  1102. 1102.
    >”I know, Anon. I, I-I’ll be good, I won’t forget the oven again…”
  1103. 1103.
     
  1104. 1104.
    >Oh, wait
  1105. 1105.
    >you should probably rephrase
  1106. 1106.
    >poor Pinkie thinks you’re promising her another spanking if she forgets again
  1107. 1107.
    >although, you’ll definitely be pissed
  1108. 1108.
    >whatever
  1109. 1109.
     
  1110. 1110.
    >”No Pinkie. I mean, I CAN’T do it ever again. Just seeing you cry, knowing you’re in pain. I can’t do it.”
  1111. 1111.
     
  1112. 1112.
    >That should be clear, now
  1113. 1113.
    >you wait
  1114. 1114.
     
  1115. 1115.
    >Pinkie Pie stares at you for a minute
  1116. 1116.
    >then, she pulls her thinking face
  1117. 1117.
    >that adorable expression with her eyes narrow
  1118. 1118.
    >eyebrows bent down in thought
  1119. 1119.
     
  1120. 1120.
    >She talks slowly
  1121. 1121.
    >like she’s reasoning while she talks
  1122. 1122.
    >”But… it’s a punishment. Isn’t it supposed to hurt? I mean, I know I cry, but I’m ok, Anon! It’s just my butt.”
  1123. 1123.
     
  1124. 1124.
    >Only Pinkie Pie could say something like that and sound so innocent
  1125. 1125.
    >You sigh with exasperation
  1126. 1126.
     
  1127. 1127.
    >”I know, I know, Pinkie. I know it didn’t hurt you permanently or anything, but that isn’t the point. I don’t want to cause you pain, sweetie. Even if it’s temporary.”
  1128. 1128.
     
  1129. 1129.
    >Pinkie surprises you when she responds
  1130. 1130.
    >she frowns
  1131. 1131.
    >looks at you confused
  1132. 1132.
     
  1133. 1133.
    >”But… what about when we want to have foals someday?”
  1134. 1134.
     
  1135. 1135.
    >you blink
  1136. 1136.
    >not sure about what she’s asking
  1137. 1137.
    >but then, suddenly, you get it
  1138. 1138.
     
  1139. 1139.
    >”Now, Pinkie, that’s different. With our filly or colt, I might consider doing that, ok? But not with you. That’s just different.”
  1140. 1140.
     
  1141. 1141.
    >Pinkie isn’t letting up, though
  1142. 1142.
     
  1143. 1143.
    >”Ok… but why different? If you think you should spank our kids sometimes when they’re bad, why not me?”
  1144. 1144.
     
  1145. 1145.
    >A wife
  1146. 1146.
    >in the modern day
  1147. 1147.
    >arguing for why you SHOULD spank her
  1148. 1148.
    >this is the strangest conversation you’ve ever had
  1149. 1149.
    >you’re getting frustrated
  1150. 1150.
     
  1151. 1151.
    >”Because you’re my WIFE, Pinkie!”
  1152. 1152.
     
  1153. 1153.
    >”But I sometimes do bad stuff, like tonight… almost burn the house down. Sometimes a wife might need it even if she doesn’t want it, need tough love…”
  1154. 1154.
     
  1155. 1155.
    >“Pinkie Pie, I only did this tonight because I was afraid you would think that I didn’t love you enough. I thought you would think that I didn’t care about you unless I spanked you. But tough love doesn’t have to be me… me smacking your butt until you cry! Does it?”
  1156. 1156.
     
  1157. 1157.
    >You meant it to be rhetorical
  1158. 1158.
    >Pinkie doesn’t get your meaning
  1159. 1159.
    >She gives it a little thought
  1160. 1160.
    >And then
  1161. 1161.
    >”I guess… sometimes?”
  1162. 1162.
     
  1163. 1163.
    >This time you actually groan
  1164. 1164.
    >Damn it, you are so frustrated
  1165. 1165.
    >Poor thing is brainwashed, you think
  1166. 1166.
    >Fine. You aren’t getting anywhere with this
  1167. 1167.
    >not tonight
  1168. 1168.
     
  1169. 1169.
    >”Uhhgghh… ok, Pinkie. Let’s just not talk about this anymore for now. Ok?”
  1170. 1170.
     
  1171. 1171.
    >Pinkie hears you groan
  1172. 1172.
    >she knows you’re getting annoyed
  1173. 1173.
    >she looks at you worriedly
  1174. 1174.
    >”Ok. Sorry, Anon…”
  1175. 1175.
     
  1176. 1176.
    >”No, don’t be. It’s ok. I’m glad you’re telling me what’s on your mind, sweetie. I really am.”
  1177. 1177.
     
  1178. 1178.
    >Pinkie smiles
  1179. 1179.
    >She blushes
  1180. 1180.
    >looks at you with a twinkle in her eye
  1181. 1181.
     
  1182. 1182.
    >”Well, that’s what you said you wanted me to do, Anon. So I’ll do it!”
  1183. 1183.
     
  1184. 1184.
    >Ok, that’s it
  1185. 1185.
    >You have to smile at that
  1186. 1186.
    >her tone of voice was almost…
  1187. 1187.
    >playful
  1188. 1188.
    >lighter hearted than she’s been all night
  1189. 1189.
    >a glimpse into her fun side
  1190. 1190.
     
  1191. 1191.
    >you reach out both hooves this time
  1192. 1192.
    >open them wide
  1193. 1193.
    >Then, you say, with a big smile, “Ok, Pinkie. Come here.”
  1194. 1194.
     
  1195. 1195.
    >There’s no confusion this time about what you mean
  1196. 1196.
    >Pinkie’s tearstained face lights up the room
  1197. 1197.
    >And she walks into your chest and snuggles up against you
  1198. 1198.
     
  1199. 1199.
    >You pick her up bodily
  1200. 1200.
    >lean back in your seat on the couch
  1201. 1201.
    >and let her lay on top of you
  1202. 1202.
    >her head resting right beneath your chin
  1203. 1203.
     
  1204. 1204.
    >you realize her spanked rear end is on top of your legs again
  1205. 1205.
    >but Pinkie Pie doesn’t move
  1206. 1206.
    >she closes her eyes
  1207. 1207.
    >flutters her eyelashes
  1208. 1208.
    >and sighs with content happiness
  1209. 1209.
    >relaxes on you
  1210. 1210.
     
  1211. 1211.
    >You stroke her mane and back
  1212. 1212.
    >kiss her face
  1213. 1213.
    >Pinkie smiles, and simply curls up tighter
  1214. 1214.
    >using you like a pillow
  1215. 1215.
     
  1216. 1216.
    >eventually, after the long and stressful evening was over, you both drift asleep
  1217. 1217.
    >holding each other tight.
  1218. 1218.
     
  1219. 1219.
    THE END
  1220. 1220.
     
  1221. 1221.
    ...OF THE BEGINNING

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