Dizzy's Fantasies by DCFTEF

(Mom / Dizzy)

 

(25/08/2016)

 

 

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"Yes, mommy, I'm sorry."

 

 

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Okay, as promised, my take on Anon's Dizzy tale. I didn't follow his lead exactly, had to play with a few things at the beginning to get started.

Enjoy.

 

 

Momma gave a final hug and allowed her red faced, red bottomed filly to slide off her lap.

Still sniffling, with fresh tears in her eyes, Dizzy Creme did not need to be told twice. After the spanking Momma had assured her all was forgiven, but Dizzy still felt terribly guilty about getting Momma's beautiful new dress filthy. What the little bat-filly wanted more than anything was a little alone time in her bedroom to collect her thoughts and just feel miserable for a while. Her rear-end sure felt miserable...Momma never spanked particularly hard or long, but she'd done enough to leave a deep shade of pink that was still visible through Dizzy's butt fur.

Even walking hurt, but at last she flopped face first onto the bed. The cool, freshly washed sheets were a comfort but they didn't do much to put out the fire in her chastised bottom.

 

Face down, Dizzy reached back and rubbed her sore rear-end.

Of course, Dizzy hadn't intended to get it covered in mud.

By the time she'd realized what was happening the frock was a hopeless mess, beyond Dizzy's feeble ability to clean herself.

She could have confessed to Momma right there, but the fear of getting yelled at and possibly getting a spanking was too great at the time.

Instead, she'd tried to hide it in the laundry hamper with the rest of the clothes. That got mud all over EVERYTHING, and when Momma saw it she had little doubt who the culprit was. After that everything was just a formality leading to the spanking.

 

Rubbing made things feel a little better, but Dizzy wasn't sure she wanted to feel better. Of course, like any young filly or colt, she feared and hated getting punished. When Momma pronounced sentence Dizzy had cried and begged to be forgiven...she'd have done anything to escape the terrible fate she'd earned for herself...but the truth was she really had earned it.

 

Momma really loved that dress, it was an original by that white unicorn dress-maker who owned a shop in town. She'd planned on wearing it to the Ponyville Days celebration...but Dizzy knew she'd ruined all that. Even if the dress could be cleaned it would never be ready in time. Momma would have to wear something old.

The filly wallowed in guilt and self-pity, but she did not stop rubbing her sore fanny.

 

Then her hoof scraped the tender crack between her rump cheeks. It felt like a bolt of electricity rushed through her little body...and she knew what that felt like because she'd played with a lightning cloud before (and earned a painful session over Daddy's lap for doing something so dangerous).

Cautiously, Dizzy brushed her hoof through there again, softly. The intense shock did not return this time, but it felt good to feel her soft, fuzzy fetlock hairs sweep across the bare, hairless skin between her rump cheeks. Experimenting, she found out rubbing the area around her rear-end hole felt even better...

 

Dizzy didn't know how to feel about all this. She had just gotten a spanking...a well-deserved one she had to admit...fillies who get their bottom's spanked aren't supposed to have fun! They're supposed to take time to think about the bad thing they've done!

 

But she could not stop. Her privates itched now, like they had a mind of their own and wanted Dizzy's hoof to come back and play. The little filly knew she wasn't supposed to touch her private bits in public, or at school, but here in her room she was all alone.

Dizzy Creme reached back again. She gently petted the space between her cheeks until she found one spot that felt even better than all the rest.

 

Dizzy's Momma had talked to her about her mare parts...and she'd learned about them in school. She knew that someday, if she met a stallion that she loved, the hole underneath where poop came out would be important to making a foal...although she was still unclear about some of the details (like how a stallion's parts could ever fit inside that tiny hole to put the baby inside her...or how the baby would get out).

The part that felt better than all the rest was at the bottom of her vulva. When Dizzy rubbed that she felt...well...dizzy, and waves of euphoria washed over her entire body.

It felt so good Dizzy almost yelled that out loud. She stopped herself and stared at the door.

 

Dizzy did not know...but she could not stop.

The filly rolled over. Now her sore bottom was beneath her, aching even under her slight weight. That was okay though, the burn in her heinie seemed to warm her private parts, making them soft and sensitive to the touch.

In this position Dizzy could reach herself better. Starting gently, she began to rub the part that felt best...and boy did it feel good! She dared to rub a bit harder and was rewarded with more intense sensations.

The guilt over ruining Mom's dress, and the soreness in her tushie had not left, but now they were mingled with other feelings that Dizzy did not understand, but she liked.

 

Then, a floorboard creaked.

Dizzy froze with her hoof still planted in her private parts.

Dizzy had no idea how Momma would react to this. Was it wrong? Would she get in trouble for touching herself?

The answer was right outside her bedroom door...Dizzy could hear her Mother's hooves walking the hall. At any instant the door might open.

 

Dizzy Creme had never been so excited in her life. With Momma still right outside she cautiously continued rubbing herself. The danger was intoxicating.

It probably wasn't true, but Dizzy was obsessed with the idea. She rubbed herself harder and faster...helped by the thin, runny ooze that had begun issuing from her hole. It made everything slippery and smooth.

That image drove Dizzy over the top. She imagined herself helpless, being picked up against her will and flipped over Momma's lap...vulnerable and exposed. She imagined the terrifying hairbrush smacking again and again into her tender cheeks, stirring up a fire in her bottom to match the one in her privates.

The floorboards creaked again.

Dizzy was terrified of the hairbrush...a brush spanking was the single worst thing that could happen in the limited experience of her short life. She'd only felt its terrible burn two or three times...usually the mere threat of it had the little bat filly on her best behavior for weeks.

But that terror mixed with the other powerful emotions in Dizzy Creme's head to create a wonderful sensation to complement the wild euphoria coming from her privates and the lingering burn that still stung her bottom.

 

Dizzy rubbed her private parts as hard as she could. There would be no hiding it if Momma opened the door right now...no tossing a blanket over herself and pretending she hadn't been doing something naughty and forbidden.

In her fantasy, Dizzy saw herself perched over Momma's lap, crying and howling as the hairbrush added heat to her already burning behind, but with her little hoof still doing its work stirring up a different fire in her privates. Guilt, arousal, shame, excitement...Dizzy was experiencing them all at once as she approached climax. Of course, she'd never masturbated before so she had no idea what to expect, but the filly knew this was building toward something and she was...almost...there...

 

Dizzy swooned.

Her privates were so sensitive right now that she couldn't even touch them, but she didn't have to. She'd done enough. The spot between her legs felt like a dam had burst, releasing a raging river and she rode the wave of elation, letting it sweep her along from raging excitement to warm, pleasant bliss. Dizzy Creme achieved orgasm and it was euphoric.

 

Panting, it took Dizzy a few moments to regain her senses. All she wanted to do was lay there on her back and enjoy the comforting glow that seemed to take hold of her whole body.

She hopped up, startled. Was Momma really just outside the door? Now that her arousal had passed getting caught was no longer fun and exciting. A hairbrush spanking was once again the most horrible thing in the world and Dizzy did NOT want one.

But she had nothing to fear. Momma was not outside her door, it had all been a fabrication of Dizzy's fevered imagination.

 

What was not imaginary was the mess she'd made of her bed-sheets. Right where she'd been sitting was a slimy wet spot...it looked like Dizzy's vagina had exploded clear, thin wetness all over the bed. Fearing discovery, the bat filly stripped and replaced her sheets but was now left with the problem of what to do with the dirty ones. They would have to go in the laundry hamper, something that filled Dizzy with dread.

Dizzy would just have to wait and see how her fate would turn out, but one thing was for sure; she had discovered something new tonight and wanted to do a lot more of it.

 

She just hoped that in the future she could do this without getting a spanking first.

 

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