Pinkie Paces by Anon


                                            Pinkie Paces by Anon

                                            (Cloudy Quartz / Pinkie Pie)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29817496/#q29840733


                                            (11/04/2017)


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                                            >Pinkie Pie was walking all over her closed room

                                            >She was terrified

                                            >Her mind was actually going faster than her feet


                                            >She had been given permission to organize a big party for her friends in one of the barns

                                            >No event or reason, just for the sake of it

                                            >This gave her a lot of thematic freedom

                                            >She got lost between all the ideas and preparations

                                            >By the time she realized, it was dark

                                            >Time had flied by

                                            >She forgot to do all her chores

                                            >That was the condition, organize the party but don't forget your chores

                                            >The realization made her freeze in place, and without doing anything else she silently walked towards the house, eyes wide open and mouth shut.

                                            >Inside the house her mother was waiting for her

                                            >Eyes closed, she simply pointed towards Pinkie's room

                                            >Pinkie obeyed without saying a word

                                            >It had been half an hour

                                            >Her parents probably thuoght she did it on purpose

                                            >That she cared more about her parties than helping

                                            >But her parties were a form of helping others, there are a lot of ways to help

                                            >In all this time, Pinkie hadn't stopping walking from one extreme to the other

                                            >Smarter than some may assume, she had mentally organised a sincere, formal apology for the incident

                                            >She was going to make it clear that she didn't intend to disregard the needs of the rock farm, and that she was willing to abandon the plans for her party and redouble her efforts for the time being

                                            >The door opened

                                            >Pinkie instantly stood in place, her heart racing

                                            >Mother walked in

                                            >Pinkie took a deep breath, ready to speak

                                            >Ignoring her, her mother closed the door, walked towards her daughter's bed and sat down

                                            >Pinkie watched, her heart skipped a beat

                                            "Pinkamena." said her mother in an all too familiar tone

                                            >Still standing in place, Pinkie took some heavy breaths, about to break and cry

                                            >Her mother simply opened her eyes and looked at her

                                            >Pinkie reacted instantly, walking towards her mother

                                            >She dutifully, on her own, laid across her mother's lap, it was almost instinctive

                                            >Without saying a word, without waiting a second, mother moved Pinkie's skirt and underwear out of her hand's way, and held her back with one hand

                                            >And so Pinkie received a firm spanking from her mother

                                            >The palm struck Pinkie's chubby buttocks with intimidating precission

                                            >Right in the sitting area

                                            >Alternating between each cheek without missing

                                            >Pinkie was kicking and crying in response

                                            >Being in this situation enough times had allowed her to perfect her kicking and crying

                                            >She wasn't getting in the way of her punishment at all, but still reacting to it in accordance to how she felt

                                            >Kicking very fast, crying her heart out

                                            >She could never get used to it

                                            >The spanking got briefly harsher before stopping

                                            >Pinkie's bawling and kicking continued for a while

                                            >Her mother did nothing, just sat there with her daughter over her lap, letting her catch her breath

                                            >It wasn't clear how long the spanking lasted, it felt like an eternity to Pinkie, but the waiting for Pinkie to calm down had to be several times longer in reality

                                            >Eventually no more noise was heard from Pinkie

                                            >Her mother helped her stand up

                                            >Cleaned her daughter's tears away with a tissue

                                            >Gave her forehead a big, long kiss

                                            >And gave her a tight hug

                                            "It's all forgiven." She whispered into Pinkie's ear. "Rest well, tomorrow is another day and you still have a party to organize."

                                            The End.