Your daughteru messed up by Anon

(Anon / Filly)

 

(29/12/2018)

 

 

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Your daughteru messed up. Like, not badly to go berserk with her, you didn't have to pick her up from the police station or pay for a broken window, but still she made you exhale through your nose and perform a hard facepalm.

She really wanted that PonyStation 4 with tons of games set, you're ok with it, she's quite nerdy with her small pony consoles collection, but the price was way too high to grab it straight from the store. You told her that there will be a huge discount in your favourite electronic store in 3 weeks and then you'll buy her the console. Of course she fired at you a huge scrunchypout and whinned about 3 weeks being long as 3 years, but you were adamant - you love your daughter and support her hobbies, but there were more important things to buy first.

So, long story short, one day you found the PonyStation 4 in her room, hidden under the bed. And it was not after the 3-week wait. Oh, and you didn't buy it... shit. You know, it was quite impressive for her to bring that huge box by herself, unpack and plug everything in without you noticing it, but how the hell did she buy it? She doesn't have enough cash to buy a single controller for this console.

So, after school you asked her to go to her room, where you left the console on her bed, see what is wrong, come back and tell you.

It was not a surprise she came back with a super-nervous and super-guilty expression on her face that almost made you laugh. Almost, because if she stole the console, you were going to murder her, murder her with magnets. To your relief, she "only" stole the cash from you. Yes, your credit card, the magical piece of plastic that held the infinite amount of money... at least it looked like that for her. You took a deep breath and looked at her worried face. Welp, you won't return the console, that would be pointles at this point, but the firing squad must be called.

So:

The game was a secret weapon you never used since you didn't have to, but she knew how to play this game and she always clamped her tail to cover the butt every time you mentioned it. Yes, a spanking, and to be more precise, a spanking lottery. A few pieces of paper with tools and time durations written of them, she would draw one and we walk straight to her bedroom. You know, she never received a real spanking before, no wild tantrums, no swearing or acting like a brat, but a few times she received a smack or two on the butt for being too cocky or annoying... Most of the times it was more like a playful reminder than a full blown punishment, so when she heard about the Operation "Red Butt Game" being implemented, she looked at you with dread.

You said she would have to wait with the spanking to the evening and that made her pale and start apologizing. Of course it didn't change your mind what she accepted with defetat, but the rest of the day quite entertaining. Like that one moment when you prepared a dinner, picked up a wooden spoon and looked at it with interest, wondering if you should put it to the pool. She panicked and begged you to leave the spoon, and after 5 minutes you agreed it's not suitable for the FIRST time... Well, you never planned to use it fist, but still the way she tried to convince you was funny.

 

And there, after a few hours there she is, in her pink pajamas looking at you, pouting with sad eyes . Nope, you told her if she messes up, it's a spankin'. You ruffle her mane and place the jem of your autism, a stripped fedora in front of her, inside there are dozens of tiny pieces of paper. The full list consists of:

 

 

You smile and ask her to draw one, no peeking. She puts her shaky hoof inside, moves around like trying to fish the best one, and then pulls one, pic related.

 

Lucky girl, she can roll again! She looks at you with annoyed, yet scared look and tells you it's not funny and she doesn't want to draw another one. You agree to her it's not funny and asks if you should draw two instead. A nice, huge scrunch appeared on her face.

 

Clearly she is not happy about her fate. Slowly she walks to her room then, you grab a thick , leather paddle you bought a few years earlier, just for the day like this one. You walk into her bedroom to see your girl lying on belly on the bed, her hindlegs dangling over the edge. Good, but some things need adjustment... One gasp and embarrassed whine later you have her nicely bent over your knee, with pajama pants and panties pulled down to her ankles. To prevent any squirming you hold her tightly with your left arm, and with a quick grab and pull of a fluffy, wiggling tail, you uncover two small buttcheeks and some naughty parts... even if it's only you and her alone in the house, you see her face scrunch and blush massively. To not to make it even more embarrassing, you take a test swing of your paddle and smack your hip, making your girl instantly tense up and clench her butt. You tell her she doesn't have to count and it will be over soon. Before she can say anything, the first CRACK lands in the very center of her butt, making her jump and squeak loudly. Another one, and another one makes her wiggle her hips to make the stinging sensation go away... but it's clearly not working, more and more spanks land on her tush, turning it pink and preventing to cool down. After the last, hard CRACK you place the paddle on the bed and pick up a small pony, to give her a tight hug. With only a pained expression and occassional winces you are quite proud she didn't cry or scream. She cuddles with you on the bed when you calmly explain to her how the credit card works and it's not good to steal someone's money, iddly rubbing her sore rump. After that you pull her panties and pants up and tuck her to sleep... this night she clearly wants to sleep on her belly. Nothing really changed after that evening, she is the same girl who loves video games, but now she knows how your game works and avoids any situations to play it with you.