Filly Dash Got a D- by DCFTEF


                                            Filly Dash Got a D- by DCFTEF

                                            (Dad / Rainbow)

                                            M/f, hairbrush, otk, non-consensual, beg


                                            (31/12/2012)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/6980794/#q6990138


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                                            >Come home from work.

                                            >Wife is in a bad mood.

                                            >What's her problem? Horses don't have monthly periods.

                                            >Wife shows you Dashie's D-minus test.

                                            >*deep sigh*

                                            >You had a talk about this last week.

                                            >She begged you not to punish her.

                                            >Promised to study hard for the next test.

                                            >Well, she didn't.

                                            >You know it wasn't a particularly hard test.

                                            >Already saw your neighbor outside.

                                            >He was proud...his daughter got an A+.

                                            >If Leroy Hooves daughter Derpy can get an A your Dash should be able to at least pass.


                                            >Gotta quit stalling.

                                            >Wife expects you to do something about this.

                                            >No more loving father-daughter talks over shared milkshake either.

                                            >She's got to be disciplined this time.

                                            >Walk up the stairs to her room.

                                            >Knock. She doesn't answer.

                                            >Open the door anyway.

                                            >Just in time to see Dashie flash across the room to her desk.

                                            >She's sitting there, pretending to have been studying this whole time.

                                            >"Oh, sorry Dad...didn't hear you knock...I've got a lot of homework!"

                                            >Now she's lying to you too.

                                            >All hestiation is erased from your mind.

                                            >She needs to be taught a lesson.


                                            >Show her the test paper.

                                            "Rainbow Dash, do you have an explanation for this?"

                                            >Sweating nervously, Dash tries to make it sound like no big deal.

                                            >She's not taking this seriously.

                                            "Dashie, you promised me last week you'd study for this test."

                                            >Caught...now she's really getting scared.

                                            >"Umm...dad, I'm sorry. I'll do better next time. I promise. Double promise!"

                                            "No more promises young filly. You're in big trouble."

                                            >The first tears appear in her eyes, but she's trying to hold it together.

                                            >"But the test was really hard! Almost all the foals failed it!"

                                            "I understand your little friend Derpy got an A+."

                                            "Do I need to ask the parents of your other classmates how their fillies & colts did?"

                                            >Oh man...Dash just walked into quicksand with that one.

                                            >"Well, maybe not all the foals failed..."

                                            "So you were lying?"

                                            >She's getting panicky. She knows her butt is in jeopardy.

                                            >She changes strategy.

                                            >"But Daddy...I'm already not allowed to go on the class trip to see the Wonderbolts!"

                                            >She only calls you "Daddy" when she knows she's really in trouble.

                                            >Normally she's too cool for that...it's just Dad.

                                            "Rainbow Dash that trip is a reward for young ponies who do their schoolwork...not a right you're entitled to."

                                            "You're missing out because you didn't earn it."

                                            "Your punishment for this grade is completely separate from that."

                                            >Oh Celestia...that word triggered the waterworks.

                                            >As soon as you mention punishment the tears flow freely.

                                            >"Daddy please! I promise to work harder! I'll be grounded for a week! Two weeks!"

                                            "You better work harder young filly, or you'll be going across my knee next week too."

                                            >She's crying and begging for forgiveness.

                                            >You can barely understand the words she's sobbing so hard.

                                            >It breaks your heart, but now is the time.

                                            >There's no more reasoning or lecturing her in this condition.

                                            >Best to get it over with.

                                            >You gently take her by the arm.

                                            >Dashie squirms & struggles, but a little filly is no match for a grown stallion.

                                            >You barely need to use any of your strength to guide her toward the bed.

                                            >"Daddy! PLEEEEAAASSEE!" she cries.

                                            >This is so difficult you feel like crying too.

                                            >No...gotta be stern.

                                            >Sit down, slide her over your lap.

                                            >When she was smaller you just used your wing.

                                            >But she's a growing filly, and this is serious.

                                            >Gotta make an impression on her.

                                            >Reach over and take her hairbrush off the dresser.

                                            >She hardly ever uses it on her mane.

                                            >Dashie cries fervently when she sees that.

                                            >"Daddy, please not that! I'll be good...I'll study super hard!"

                                            >You stroke her mane to calm her.

                                            "Rainbow Dash, sweetie, I hate to do this, but if I don't I'll be letting you down as your father. Please understand that even if you hate me."

                                            >"I don't hate you Daddy" she squeaks.

                                            >Oh, that breaks your heart.

                                            >Gotta do this before you lose your resolve.

                                            >You sweep her multi-colored tail out of the way.

                                            >The first smack hits Rainbow Dash's tiny rump.

                                            >She jumps and kicks her legs.

                                            >"Owwww!"

                                            >But you know she's only acting for sympathy.

                                            >It's not going to work.

                                            >The next few whacks fall, she's squealing and kicking her legs now.

                                            >You give her the next 5 hard and in quick succession.

                                            >Little Dashie screams...her wings flutter furiously.

                                            >It's not an act anymore.

                                            >You can actually feel her trying to lift off your lap.

                                            >Not gonna work, kiddo, you've got her held tight.

                                            >Again and again the hairbrush spanks Dashie's rear.

                                            >Light blue is turning into dark pink pretty fast.

                                            >You fight the urge to quit early...this has to be a spanking she remembers for a long time.

                                            >Dashie is squealing & wailing in pain.

                                            >Drool and not bubbles coming from her muzzle.


                                            >You don't stop until you've reached the number you had in mind.

                                            >Finally; 40 hard spanks.

                                            >But she's not done.

                                            "Dashie, why are you being punished?"

                                            >She can't get the answer out she's crying so hard.

                                            >Give her 3 more hard smacks.

                                            >"WHHHAAAHHH! Because I didn't pass my test!"

                                            "And you didn't keep your promise to study either, right?"

                                            >3 more hard whacks to punctuate that sentence.

                                            >"OOWWWW! *sob* *choke* Because I didn't pass my test and I didn't keep my promise!"

                                            >"Please, PLEASE no more, Daddy!"

                                            >Almost done.

                                            "And what's going to happen if you don't take your schoolwork seriously from now on?"

                                            >"NO Daddy! Please...I won't fail again!"

                                            >That's not the answer you're looking for.

                                            >Little Dash gets 4 more spanks.

                                            >"WHAAHHH! If I don't take my schoolwork seriously I get another spanking!"

                                            "Even worse than this one."

                                            >She's had enough.

                                            >You let her lay across your lap, crying her eyes out, for a few minutes.

                                            >Then you gather her up into your arms.

                                            >It takes Dashie a long time to calm down and get her composure.

                                            >All that time you hold her on your lap and rock her back and forth, stroking her rainbow mane.

                                            >You wipe the drool & snot from her muzzle with your wingtip.

                                            >Not grossed out...you're a parent, you've done way grosser stuff than that.

                                            >When you think she's ready, gently lecture her on why its important to work hard in school.

                                            "You want to be a Wonderbolt someday, right?"

                                            >She nods...her tear streaked face tugs at your heart.

                                            "Well you need to work hard toward that goal now...to show the Wonderbolts you have commitment & self discipline."

                                            >She agrees with everything you say.

                                            >Not sure if she really understands or is just scared of getting spanked again.

                                            >Doesn't matter...she'll think long & hard about this in coming weeks.

                                            >Once she's calm enough to converse you sit on her bed together and talk.

                                            >She lets you preen her feathers.

                                            >She hasn't let you do that since she was a little foal.

                                            >Too uncool.

                                            >Now she just craves the comfort of a daddy-daughter bonding ritual.

                                            >And you're happy to provide it.


                                            >Soon your wife calls you both down to dinner.

                                            >She cooked one of Dashie's favorite meals.

                                            >"I though after today at least something nice should happen."

                                            >It makes Dash smile, cry and hug her mom.

                                            >She has to sit on a pillow through dinner.

                                            >Rainbow Dash's rump was still pink when she went to school the next day.

                                            >No pillows on the seats there...she squirmed uncomfortably.

                                            >The other foals gave her a good natured ribbing.

                                            >Dashie took it with good humor.

                                            >Her weird friend Fluttershy didn't.

                                            >She actually raised her voice and called the other colts & fillies mean bullies.

                                            >Dashie calmed her down, told her it was okay.


                                            >By lunch Dashie's pink rump was no longer the butt of jokes.

                                            >Fluttershy wouldn't leave her side...offering to share her lunch & milk.

                                            >"I have my own lunch, Flutters."

                                            >"But thanks anyway."

                                            >A colt teased them.

                                            >"She's your special somepony, she's your special somepony!"

                                            >Dash threatened to punch him.

                                            >It was a bluff...this was not a good day to take home a note from the Principal.

                                            >The colt still shut up.


                                            >As they went back to class, the teacher called Dash up.

                                            >"Rainbow Dash, your father stopped by to talk while you were at lunch."

                                            >Dash blushed furiously.

                                            >"We discussed your test, and he convinced me to let you take it again on Thursday."

                                            >The filly's face lit up with hope.

                                            >"Does that mean...?"

                                            >"Yes, if you pass you can go on the class trip."

                                            >Dashie's wings fluttered excitedly.

                                            >"OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh!"

                                            >She hugged her teacher.

                                            >"I won't fail again, I promise for real this time! Thank you!"


                                            >Dashie spent the rest of the week studying.

                                            >On Thursday, when all the other school-ponies were at lunch she sat down to re-test.

                                            >Dash held her pencil in her mouth and waited for the word.

                                            >"Alright," said her teacher, "you may begin."


                                            THE END